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This isn't really a chapter, it's just a scene, and I'm posting it now because I go back to Hell tomorrow, AKA school, and I'm not sure I'll make it back! D:

Warning(s): preslash, OOC!main characters, ridiculousness for the sake of ridiculousness, insanity

G/Fl Edit: 12/15/2014

"We're dead," Draco stated unceremoniously and bluntly as he leaned back in the bed, "And I blame you for this."

They had been sent back to their purple quarters by Dumbledore and changed into their pajamas after a lengthy discussion about the media and how to handle them, which Harry had promptly tuned out.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows furiously, "Oi! It's not as if I put my name in the Goblet! You've been with me this whole time; when would I have managed it!"

Draco gave an awkward shrug from his laying position, "To be fair, you could have gotten someone else to do it, but I believe you. The blame is still yours, though."

Harry glared over at the blonde, "And may I ask why?"

Without humor, Draco replied, "Yes, you may."

When no further information was forthcoming, Harry grit his teeth and asked, "So why do you blame me again? I'm afraid the reason has slipped my mind."

Draco smirked, but did not rise to the bait, "I blame you because you've got a bloody hero complex that has the former Death Eaters thinking you're some kind of threat."

Harry's eyes widened slightly as he cottoned on to the hidden meaning, "You think they're trying to kill me like Moody does?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Tell me some new information."

Harry huffed and turned on his side forcefully, causing the bed to bounce up and down briefly and Draco to growl. Draco switched hands so he could turn onto his side more easily and glared at the black hair that came up just a bit higher than his nose. "No need to be so offended, Harry."

Harry turned over to face the arrogant Malfoy and they switched again so they were holding hands with the arms not pressed into the bed, "Just because something's true doesn't mean it isn't bloody irritating, Draco." Draco, however, was no longer listening and was instead staring intently at Harry's lips. As the silence wore on Harry began to squirm slightly under the other boy's gaze. "Draco… Draco! …Malfoy!" Draco came to with a start, a dusting of pink across his cheeks, and when Harry confusedly met his eyes, he felt his own face color unexpectedly.

Draco's silver eyes broke away from his and fixed on their hands, "Let's go to sleep; we're going to need it." Harry nodded and pulled a roll of twine out from under the pillow, beginning to bind their hands together. Somehow, the nightly ritual seemed tenser than usual, and Harry noted with a stronger blush that their fingers were entwined. Draco was silent, neither helping nor making snarky comments. The room had provided a window the first time Harry had woken up disoriented, and so the pale light of the moon watched, without judgement, the two confused boys as they sought- and found- slumber.

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