When Harry and Draco got back to their room, Harry propped Draco up in a chair and started nudging his shoulder to make him wake up. After about ninety-six minutes of nudging, Draco woke up and quoted Brody in Mallrats, "Sweet fucking Christ, will you knock it off?"
"Sorry," said Harry. Then he said, "Oh, I'm so bored."
"Why don't you make me a sandwich?"
"What is it with you and sandwiches?"
"I don't know, there's just something so magical about waking up to a sandwich."
"Hmm…more magical than waking up next to me?"
"I swear to God, if you don't stop working that into every conversation I'll murder you while you sleep."
"I don't work that into every conversation."
"Yes you do."
"Name one time."
"All right, remember earlier today, in Care of Magical Creatures, when we were learning about how to take care of arthropods and I said, 'Arthropods aren't magical,' and Hagrid looked uncomfortable. Then you stood around for a moment looking back and forth and then said, 'Speaking of arthropods, Draco's a demon in the sack.'"
"Oh yeah, that was so funny."
"No it wasn't."
"But I bet that's the only other example you can think of."
"No…later in some other class Neville raised his hand and said that he spilled whatever he was working on and the professor was a little put out so he explained that he was feeling clumsy because he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and you raised your hand and said, 'Professor, I didn't get much sleep either because I was too busy shagging Draco!'"
"That was a completely relevant comment!"
"It was irrelevant."
"All right, you caught me in my bluff," Harry conceded.
