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Inktober Prompt - throw

throwing our weight

"Draco!" Harry waited for a moment, hoping that his shout would alert his boyfriend, yet gaining nothing but silence in return, he chose to yell again, "Draco! Are you out there?"

They had decided to go for a calming fly around the Quidditch pitch, lazily playing catch and release with the snitch Draco had been given the previous Christmas by his parents. Mainly, they just wanted to spend some time together away from the constantly watching eyes of their fellow students.

"Yeah, I'm out here. What's taking you so long, it's almost dinner time," Draco called back, his voice laced with confusion as he waited for Harry to make an appearance.

"I'm stuck," Harry muttered, clearly embarrassed about the situation he had found himself in.

"You're what?" Draco yelled louder.

"I'm stuck," Harry finally yelled, letting out a sigh of embarrassment, as he buried his face into his hands, "The door is jammed and I can't get it open, so I'm stuck in here!" There was silence, before Draco began to snicker softly, trying to escape Harry's attention.

"I can hear you laughing Draco! It's not funny!"

"Alright, alright!" He chuckled softly, clearly amused at the whole situation, "I'll give it a go." Draco moved closer, pulling on the door handle with all of his weight. Somehow, the door was locked in place, refusing to move even an inch from its latched position.

"Are you trying?" Harry yelled, watching the door as it stayed completely stationary.

"Yes I'm trying!" Draco huffed, blowing out a deep breath of air as he continued to tug at the door. "I need you to push as I pull Harry, our combined strength should make it open." Harry huffed before moving closer to the door, propping his broomstick up against the wall before pushing against the door with all of his might. He could hear Draco on the other side as he puffed and struggled, and still, the door refused to move.

"It didn't work Draco."

"You need to throw your weight at the door Harry!"

"Throw my weight? This is me throwing my weight Draco!" Harry spoke sharply, peeved that his boyfriend thought he was lacking in the strength department when he was clearly trying his hardest.

"Well, then, we need to get you eating a bit more because this door isn't even quivering Harry," Draco sounded exasperated, yet nervous, clearly unsure as to what had happened and how they were going to free him.

"Oh really, well that's a lovely thing to tell a person who is trapped in a room, you utter imbecile," he snapped.

"Well, there's no need for such nasty name calling now, I didn't trap you in there!"

"Somebody bloody did, so can you either get me out or get someone else who can!" Harry reached the end of his tether, as helpful as he knew Draco was trying to be, clearly nothing was working, and they needed some additional help (preferably from a very capable adult).

"Alright, calm down! I'll go and see if Madam Hooch has a spare key, alright?" Draco tried to reassure him, gazing up at the full moon as it made its way across the sky. Harry had been trapped for some time, neither of them able to make a dent in freeing him. Draco couldn't help but to think that maybe it was the full moon doing this, everyone said that the world went crazy during a full moon.

"Please go and do that, and do it quickly!" Faint muttering was all that reached Harry's ears, as he assumed that Draco had trundled off to go and get help. Harry leaned against the door, letting out a deep and resigned sigh as he slid to the floor in a heap of exhaustion. Gazing at the clock on the wall, he watched as time continued to tick by without him being rescued. All he wanted was to be curled up in front of a fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate, not trapped in the smelly and cold changing rooms, alone and bored.

It hadn't occurred to either of them that a simple Alohomora might have done the trick and freed him.

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