A Little Bit Of Fun, Chapter 2

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I wasn't actually going to write a second chapter for this. But, since people have asked, here it is! More games in the next chapter.. if you want another one. You know how to tell me..

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Harry blinked. It was too bright. Groaning, he lifted his head and looked around him.

"Argh!" he yelled, scrambling backwards. Light was streaming in through the windows. Around him, spread over the common room floor, were Ron, Hermione and... Harry did a double take.. DRACO MALFOY?! The only person wearing any clothing at all was Ron, who was wearing his boxers. Hermione, Malfoy, and.. he checked quickly.. yes, and himself were all completely naked.

Gradually, the others around him started waking. Harry grabbed a cushion cover from the sofa next to him and placed it on his lap. Malfoy, the first out of the others to sit up, shook his head slightly and looked vaguely at Harry. Recognition dawned.

"Potter?!" he screeched. Harry hissed at him to shut up and threw him a cushion cover, which Malfoy gratefully wrapped around his waist. Getting onto his hands and knees, he crawled towards Harry.

"What the hell is going on here, Potter?" he hissed, settling himself next to Harry.

"I'm not entirely sure," Harry replied doubtfully, trying desperately to remember anything at all from the night before. Malfoy, however, was looking incredulously at Harry's chest.

"Potter..." he began, "what is that on your chest?" Harry looked down. On his chest, just below the nape of his neck, was an enormous lovebite. Harry yelled again, bringing Hermione back to full conciousness.

"Morning Harry, Draco." Maybe she wasn't completely concious yet. Draco raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "What?" she said, looking from Harry to Draco. "I don't have a problem with you two.." Harry choked.

"Excuse me?!" he spluttered. Draco just sat with his mouth open.

"You can't mean.." he said, disbelief etched across his face.

"Of course! He didn't give himself that lovebite!" Hermione looked at the expressions on the two concious boys' faces. "What, don't you remember?"

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Harry sat in the library, flicking through a large, dusty book. He wasn't sure if the spell he was looking for actually existed, but it was worth trying. He wanted to find a spell to recall a forgotten event. He wasn't sure if Hermione was lying. She could be trying to matchmake him and Draco, though why she would Harry couldn't guess, and Harry had to know the truth. Ron had been no help at all, and didn't remember anything past finding Draco. Harry could remember up until the girls had kicked them out of their dorm room, and they had gone down to the common room. Harry hadn't got the chance to ask Draco what he remembered, as he had dressed as quickly as possible, grunting if anyone tried to talk to him, then legged it out of Gryffindor Tower. Harry sighed. He wasn't getting anywhere with this. From Draco's reaction, he guessed that the Slytherin might remember more than he was letting on. Closing the book, he left the library and went in search of Draco.

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Half an hour later, Harry was back in the library. Draco had been no help at all. He had looked horrified at the sight of Harry, and sprinted to catch up with Crabbe and Goyle, throwing fearful glances over his shoulder as he went. Harry had decided that he would have to work it all out by himself. And so here he was, flicking through book after book. Finally, he sat up straight, re-read the spell he had just seen and, with a broad grin on his face, practically danced out of the library.


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