A/N Hey, Forfirith is in da house!
Everyone: *groan*
Well, thanks to the reviewers. If there were any. I don't know because the reviews get sent to Riyna*Riddle, not to me. Ho hum.
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"Potter? Po-o-tter? Wakey wakey!"
Harry felt somebody whacking him around the face and opened his eyes with a start. Taking no notice of the fact that Harry was evidently awake, Malfoy continued slapping the brunette.
"Hey!" Harry snapped, trying, and failing, to punch Malfoy in the nose. "Ok, what are you doing here?"
"My mother sent me here. Father wants me to join the death eaters," Malfoy shrugged.
"Of all the places she could have sent you, she sent you here?" Harry sounded disbelieving.
"Yup. That's my mum," Malfoy pulled a face. "So, this is where you live?"
"Yes. Malfoy, could you give me a hand?" Harry asked, pointing to the tack, which, in Harry's blacking out, had been forgotten, but was now back with a vengeance.
"Whoa. Major owch," Malfoy nodded.
"Yeah. That's why I'd like you to help me remove the sharp pointy thing from my foot," Harry nodded.
Malfoy did so, and received a huge yowl and a punch in the face from Harry.
"Hey!"
"You didn't have to pull it out so painfully!" Harry snapped, hobbling to his feet.
"Sorry," Malfoy shrugged.
"Humph. Well, I was forewarned about your arrival. Come in, my relatives are out at the minute."
"Where are they?" Malfoy asked, stepping into the hallway.
"Business meeting."
"Oh," Malfoy looked around him, observing his surroundings. "So... where do I sleep?"
"I don't know, I wasn't expecting you! I can't very well let you share my bed!" Harry spat, walking up the stairs, motioning for Malfoy to follow him.
From the living room, Chris Tarrant's voice could be heard, "Are you certain?"
Malfoy turned around at the sound of the voice. "What's that?"
"A television. I thought you wanted to take Muggle Studies, Malfoy?" Harry muttered, and Malfoy followed Harry into Harry's bedroom.
"I did," Malfoy nodded, "But my father wouldn't let me."
"Oh. Well, if you're supposed to be here, you can have my bed. I'll sleep on the floor," Harry shrugged.
"On the floor? Seriously?" Malfoy looked slightly surprised. "I thought the Great Harry Potter enjoyed being treated like Royalty, maybe I should take the floor, your highness."
"Bullshit," Harry shook his head. "You're the guest, I'm the host. You get the comfy bed, I get the floor. I'm used to it, don't worry."
"Used to it?" Malfoy looked up from his case, which he had opened, ready to unpack.
"Well, I grew up sleeping on crates," Harry nodded, (A/N This is true! When I went to WB studios, I got a closer look at Harry's cupboard under the stairs, and his bed is a duvet and some crates!)
"Oh!" Malfoy didn't seem to know what to say to that.
"Don't make a big deal of it," Harry insisted, "I was not placed upon this earth to be felt sorry for."
"Right."
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"So, when do your relatives get back?"
"They're gone for the weekend," Harry said, "So we won't be disturbed for the next couple of days..."
"Good," Malfoy nodded.
"Malfoy, look, I-"
"Call me Draco," Draco said suddenly. "It's more comfortable that way."
"Right. Draco. I was about to say you could call me Harry, not Potter," Harry smiled weakly.
"Great," Draco flashed a smile back. "Um, I have one question."
"What's that?"
"Can you cook?"
Harry couldn't help it. He just laughed.
Leaving Draco feeling very confused.
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"How long have you been a master chef?" Draco asked as they sat watching Harry's favourite movie, (The Matrix, if you insist on wondering), eating something very tasty.
"Since I was able to cook beans on toast," Harry shrugged.
"What's that?"
Harry laughed again.
"Why do you keep laughing at me?" Draco seemed quite hurt.
"Because it's funny, your cluelessness about EVERYTHING."
"I'm NOT clueless about ANYTHING," Draco shook his head angrily. "Malfoys are never clueless."
"How many band members in Atomic Kitten?"
"Who?"
"A British band. And the answer is 3. They're quite good actually," Harry nodded. "But the point of the question was, it left you clueless. So hahaha."
Draco stuck out his tongue, and Harry imitated him.
"Don't imitate me."
"Don't imitate me." Harry grinned wickedly.
"That's not funny!"
"That's not funny!"
"Seriously Harry!"
"Seriously Harry!"
"Stop it!"
"Stop it!"
"Oh, crap..."
"Oh, crap..."
"You're a moron."
"You're a moron."
"I'm an idiot."
"You're an idiot."
Draco mulled this over for some time, trying to think up a witty reply. "I'm not going to dignify that with an answer."
"Then what did you just do?"
"I answered you- DAMNIT! Stop playing mind games!"
"Sorry."
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Hmmm... I do that to my mates sometimes. It drives em crazy. Then they do it me. It drives me crazy. So unfair... *giggles*
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