"Was it like this with the Weasels?" Draco Malfoy said, as they bunked down together in sleeping bags in the back of one of the trucks. No 'how was everything' or 'did you have fun'? The question must have been eating at him.

Harry answered accordingly, "Yes, and no. It only really got this crazy when people were packing for Hogwarts. And it was far less ... polished. For all the chaos, people know what they're doing. Ginny would forget her notebook, or Percy would have to double-check everything. There was a reason why we never made it to the station on time."

Draco Malfoy leaned back, lacing his hands behind his head, "It's just so noisy. I'm not used to... Mum and Da were always quiet, and the house elves more so."

Harry snorted at that.

"So many names..." Draco said, starting to sound more shell-shocked than complaining.

"I know," Harry said, "give it a month and you'll know them all."

"Will we be here that long?" Draco asked.

"I'm not sure. Haven't seen any snakes yet, so it's possible." Harry smiled, "Just think, you might get to be the world renowned..."

Harry broke off and looked at Draco, "Just what are we going to call you, anyway?"

Draco sat up, and bowed courteously, "You may call me Leo Lilac."

And that? That was completely hilarious. Harry busted up laughing, and then Draco did, and they kept it up for a good five minutes.

Ceija showed up in the middle of this, and sat there with her hands on her hips, which just made Harry laugh the harder, as it reminded him so of Hermione.

Apparently it did Draco too, because he looked over at the waves of dark hair that Ceija had, and asked, "What's up, Bushy-bush?"

Ceija said, in a clear and unruffled voice, "you know I'm not her. and you don't like her. Is that supposed to be an insult?"

The boys exchanged looks.

"No," Draco Malfoy said, at last. "You just resembled her so."

"What are we going to be called, in the show?" Harry asked, instead of letting Ceija rip into Draco any more.

"You won't need to be called anything," Ceija said, "if Blackie there can keep out of the show, we'd be obliged to give him an extra ham bone every night." She squatted down and rubbed him behind the ears, which made Blackie pant. She looked over at Draco, "Gabe Roanoke, and we'll have the ashes for your hair by morning."

"My hair?" Draco asked, in confusion.

"You didn't think that color looked awful on you?" Ceija said, "And that it's entirely too memorable? My mistake." She made as if to stand up, but Blackie got her wrist in his mouth and started whining, while still gently holding her wrist.

"Oh, alright, for the dog with the most adorable puppy dog eyes." Ceija said, smiling uncontrollably at the dog.

[review? Potter would have said something, but Blackie was quicker.]