The next morning when detention was finally over Snape came in and unlocked Draco, saying, "Well, you're both free to go. You know, you knew I was coming. You might've put some clothes on."
Harry blushed but Draco just looked coolly at Snape and said, "Jealous, are we?"
"Of course not!" Snape gasped, running from the room.
Draco chuckled pleasantly and turned to Harry, "Well, shall we find some breakfast?"
Harry agreed that they should and so the two of them went off to the place where food is consumed at Hogwarts.
When they arrived they were greeted by a twinkly-eyed Dumbledore saying, "Well, I gather you two made good use of your time in detention, eh?"
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked suspiciously.
Dumbledore winked.
"How did you find out about that so quickly?"
"Let's just say I have the magical equivalent of a video camera in every room and a multitude of TVs in my office."
Draco was at a loss for words. He was completely astounded by the unbelievable creepiness of Dumbledore's voyeurism.
Unfortunately, before he had any time to come up with an appropriate response, Dumbledore walked away.
Just then a rather familiar person approached Draco and Harry, "Hello, I suppose you've missed me terribly," said the person.
"Ah, Henry," Draco said cheerfully. "We thought you'd disappeared."
"Well, I had, for a little while, anyway."
"Where did you go?"
"I was visiting an aunt in Liechtenstein."
"And you didn't bother to tell anyone."
"Well, she's an awfully boring person. I suppose I thought you'd fall asleep immediately if I attempted speak of her."
"I see, well, you're forgiven. Why don't you have some breakfast and then come back to my room. We can lay about all day and discuss the boring details of our relatives."
"Oh dear Lord, Draco, why on earth would we want to do that? The only reason anyone would want to discuss the boring details of relatives is…hmm, well I can't seem to think of a reason."
"We can discuss anything or just sleep for all I care. I was planning on skipping all of my classes today anyway. Harry and I had a rather busy night."
"Hmm…anything you care to discuss?"
"No."
"Oh," Henry turned to Harry, "Does it bother you that he doesn't want to talk about your night? If you had spent the night with me I promise I would have told him all about it the next day."
Harry frowned, "That's…considerate of you."
Henry didn't answer. "Well, I suppose I'll take you up on your offer, Draco. I'm rather tired my self; I spent all of last night on a train so you'll forgive me if I'm not too sympathetic towards you. There are many ways I'd rather spend a night than on a train…"
They walked away, leaving Harry with Ron and Hermione, who, for some reason, had not heard any of the conversation between Draco and Henry.
"So," said Ron, "Are you excited about the new quidditch season, Harry?"
"I'm not really sure what season it is…wasn't it just Christmas?"
"I dunno."
"How do you not…never mind."
