Disclaiming the Joy: Harry is not mine. Draco is not mine. Ricky Lestrange is mine. ALL MINE! FUAHAHAHAHAHA. Then again, so is the curse/disease thing Draco and Harry have but we don't talk about that, do we?

The dedication has not changed... Or has it? YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. :)

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

Alrighty then, this is the next chappie. And it's fluffy. I'm using it as a pillow tonight. That's the amount of major fluffage here. But I think it's funny, too.

G/Fl Edit: 12/15/2014

"Wake up or I'm going Finnigan's way and licking your ear." Draco groused- neither of them were really morning people.

Harry didn't lift his head from Draco's shoulder, where he had fallen asleep, "I don't care. The weighing of the wands is today and we have a pass to miss class all day. And sleep is good."

Draco growled, not really wanting to follow through on his threat. "Harry, the sun is up, it's 7 o'clock, and we still need to get ready."

"We only take around ten minutes now..."

"Not the point..." Draco prodded the boy with his free hand before letting it fall back to his waist, "Move."

"Heh- no." Harry looked up at the blonde, "Maybe if you ask nicely. Aren't we friends?"

"Not in the morning apparently," Draco muttered, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm not friends with anybody in the morning," Harry admitted sleepily.

Draco growled threateningly, "Then I guess I'll have to be unfriendly."

Harry caught on to the dark tone and quickly began to get off of the the blonde- but not quick enough. Harry let out a startled yelp as he was swept up bridal style with their tied hands resting on Harry's leg since Draco was supporting said appendages with that arm. "Let me DOWN!"

"Oh, right away," Harry hastily threw his free arm around Draco's neck as Draco made as if to drop him momentarily. The Slytherin glanced down at the dark-haired boy clinging to him for life itself and a broad smirk spread across his face, "...Just joking." Harry scowled, trying to twist his right hand out of its bindings. "Now that you're out of bed, will you cooperate?" Harry glared up at him before returning to his previous efforts to free his hand. Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry's single-mindedness before he remembered, "Oh, that's right. You're right-handed. You're trying to get your hand free so you can curse me, aren't you?"

Harry twitched minutely without diverting his attention from the rather rough ties.

Draco snickered, "You are, aren't you! Well, rest assured, I will not be cursing you while you're indisposed, I'm left-handed, you see." Draco began walking out into the lavendar common room.

Harry tensed, "Where are you taking me?"

Draco shrugged, an amazing feat for one in his position, "I thought I'd take a stroll through the castle."

Harry looked up at the cunning devil in horror, "You know what everyone is going to think!"

Draco grinned, looking for all the world as if Harry's terror was his only goal in life, "I do."

"B-but- aren't you straight? Won't this destroy any chances you might have for a relationship with some Slytherin girl? Come on don't you care about your reputation?" Harry seemed desperate for an excuse- a fact which gave Draco pause and for some reason- made his heart twinge. Does he think it'd be that horrible if people thought the two of us were together? Draco felt the urge to teeter on the edge of the Astronomy tower for his horrifyingly crazy thoughts. Just because we're friends now doesn't mean I think of- he thinks of me that way!

Unfortunately for Draco, his little interior monologue did not compress conveniently into the blink of an eye and he came back to the real world to find Harry looking up at him calculatingly and- with a bit of sympathy? "You want... to use me... to come out, don't you? You're... a closet gay!" Harry smiled up at him kindly, "If you wanted me to help you come out, all you had to do was ask!"

Draco turned a bright red, "I don't need your help!" -but didn't put Harry down.

Harry grinned sympathetically, "It's okay. I know you're having trouble..."

"I'm- I-" Draco scowled suddenly, then set his shoulders and walked out the door.

"Draco- Draco I was kidding!" Harry squeaked in a very undignified manner when Draco jostled him on the way down the stairs, "Aren't I heavy? Don't you want to put me down? Oh bloody hell..." Harry gave up, his one free arm around Draco's neck and let his head fall onto the Slytherin's chest. "Where are we going?"

Draco paused, then continued walking.

Dawning horror forced Harry's mouth open. "You don't know, do you?" Draco didn't answer and Harry groaned, "You great ponce- all this because I wouldn't get up early?"

"Maybe we'll visit the Slytherin Common Room..." Draco remarked casually.

Harry's eyes widened and his mouth snapped shut with an audible click.