"Snakes give me the willies."
"That's ironic."
"I know it's ironic, Potter. You don't have to state the obvious. Your turn."
Harry and Draco were plastered to the Hogwarts' ramparts. Not only were they stuck to the wall, they were stuck to the wall with vibrantly purple goo. Not a very manly color at all. Such was the genius of Team Dumbledore and Teddy. Teddy was the brains of course. Dumbledore wanted to just wave his wand around a bit and stick the two boys to the side of the castle. Senile old coot.
The two had been stuck up there for quite some time. Most of the school had been out to see them and have a good laugh. Hermione even wet herself a little. They had yelled at each other and struggled for a bit, but it was useless. Teddy's skills with goo were just too great. And so after four hours of 'you're the bigger prat' 'no, you're the bigger prat,' they began talking. Not about Voldemort or the war—no, that was too easy—but about each other. Because we all knew they were secretly curious.
"Even though my aunt made me do it ever since I was seven and even though I'm a boy and have a penis, I love to cook."
"You need to learn to be succinct."
"Yeah? And you need to learn to play quidditch. Go."
"You wound me." Draco thought for a moment. "I buy hair gel with gold glitter in it."
"What? Why?"
"It catches the light and eye of the better half of the species," Draco said with a knowing sniff.
Harry strained his neck to try and see Draco. "You wear glitter hair gel, and you're still the sex god of Slytherin. How is that possible?"
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."
Harry gagged. They didn't say anything for a few moments, and Draco tried to touch his nose with his tongue.
"When we get down from here, do you want to be best friends forever and hold hands and skip?" Harry asked.
"Urgh, no. You touched Voldemort's creepy spider hands and braided his nonexistent hair. You'll have cooties for life."