Ron glares at Draco as Draco tucks into lunch.
"Little prick," he whispers under his breath. "Shouldn't even be here. One of Slytherin's scummy spawn."
Draco looks up at him. "If you hate me so much, why are you sitting down right across from me?"
"I don't want to sit across from you!" Ron complains. "My brothers made me do it!"
"Now that's an exaggeration," one of them says innocently.
"Yes," the other one agrees. "We no more made you sit across from Draco–"
"–than we froze you in a sitting position–"
"–levitated you to the table–"
"–sprayed glue onto the bench–"
"–and dropped you on it."
"That's exactly what you did," Ron says through gritted teeth.
The twins grin and hi-five each other. "Pranked!"
Draco and Ron glare at them and ask the same question at the same time. "Why?"
"Because you two–"
"–hate each other–"
"–so naturally–"
"–we wanted you–"
"–to talk through–"
"–your mutual loathing."
"No you didn't," Draco and Ron declare.
"Are you insinuating–"
"–that we would–"
"–do this for our own–"
"–amusement? I'm shocked!"
"Astounded!"
"Flabbergasted!"
"Befuddled!"
"Amazed!"
"Dismayed!"
"Confounded!"
"Aroused!"
"Wounded!"
"Agonized!"
"Ho–"
"SHUT UP!" Draco and Ron yell. "Just get him away from me!"
"Why we can't–"
"–do that."
"From the way–"
"–the two of you–"
"–are constantly saying the same thing–"
"–at the same time–"
"–in the same tone of voice–"
"–it's quite obvious that you're–"
"–soulmates," the twins declare simultaneously.
Draco and Ron, who have both been drinking pumpkin juice, spew it out over each other's faces. "WHAT? EW! YOU DICKBAG! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"Soulmates," the twins sigh mockingly.
Draco and Ron turn their murderous glares on them. "YOU'RE NEXT!"
Smugly, the twins turn and walk away. Draco and Ron glare at each other and then try to get up, only to fail miserably.
"They put glue on your seat too?" Ron asks, annoyed.
Draco scowls. "Apparently."
The duo are still seated across from each other when dinner happens, but by then they've resorted to simply glaring at each other. Neville and Theo come around at that time and sit down next to them.
"So," Theo says. "Didn't see either of you in Charms."
"Yeah," Neville agrees. "I didn't think the two of you would become friends so quickly."
"We are NOT friends!" Draco and Ron yell.
Theo smirks at Neville. "Told you. Twoppelgängers."
"Twoppelgängers?" Draco and Ron ask.
"He thinks you two are twins," Neville explains. "Or doppelgängers."
"Please!" the two of them say sarcastically. "As if my father/mother would dare sully our lineage with a Weasley/Malfoy!"
They glare at each other at the end of the sentence.
Neville raises an eyebrow at Theo. "Maybe they are twoppelgängers."
"Told you," Theo says, smirking.
"But why didn't you come to class with us?" Neville asks, turning the conversation back on topic.
"We're glued to these benches," Draco and Ron say.
"Well sucks to be you then," Neville says happily.
"Fuck you Neville," they both say.
Neville frowns. "Just for that, I'm not going to help you get loose."
"Fine!" they both say angrily. "I didn't want your help anyway! AND STOP SAYING EVERYTHING I'M SAYING!"
Draco and Ron get found at 10:35 that night by the caretaker, Mr. Filch, who lets his cat use them as a scratching post before he cuts their robes loose and lets them head up to bed.