He's been asleep for so long, Drake thought as he looked down at Draco, should I wake him up right now?

It was three in the afternoon, Drake was already dressed and Draco was out cold, sleeping on the bed. After Draco waking Drake up when it was only ten in the morning, Drake felt that he had a right to wake the other blond up now.

So he did. He jumped on the bed and woke Draco with a start. Though, he was still only half awake and muttered something that sounded like, "Just five more minutes". So Drake jumped again. "Wake up, sleepy head!" he said in a sing-song tone.

"For the love of Merlin!" Draco shouted, "let me sleep!"

Drake jumped again. Draco groaned and pulled the blankets over his head. Drake sighed and dragged the blankets off of Draco and threw them on the floor.

Draco sat up and looked at Drake incredulously. "A — would you just — for the love of — Would you mind so terribly to pick those up?!"

Drake smiled at Draco. "Okay, now that I've gotten your attention —"

"What time is it anyway?"

"Three in the afternoon," Drake responded cheerfully.

Draco stood up immediately, in shock. "Who — what in the world made you think — why did you let me sleep so late?"

"You looked so peaceful. Unlike you do now. Now, get dressed, we've got some shopping to do."

"We are not going shopping," Draco protested. But it was fruitless; Drake was already grabbing Draco some clothes and tossing them at him. "No," Draco said sternly as he put the clothes down on his bed, "I am not going anywhere."

"Oh, yes we are, Mister Grumpy Pants!" Drake picked the clothes off the bed and tossed them at Draco once again. "You're mother gave us a very generous amount of money and we're going to buy new outfits for the ball!" Drake smiled; he was looking very pleased with himself.

"No, we are not — hey, wait a minute, how'd you get money from my mother?"

Drake started to fix the bed. "I asked," he said carelessly.

"What do you mean you asked?" Draco started to get dressed.

"I asked." Drake shrugged. "I owled her as you and asked." He looked up Draco. "She's seems to be quite the pushover, you know."

"She is, but that's besides the point. You didn't say anything else, did you?" Drake looked down and fluffed the pillows; he replied with nothing. "Did you?" Draco asked.

"Well, I just mentioned you were taking this Slytherin girl —"

"So you lied to her?" Draco sat on his chair to put on his shoes.

Drake looked up in the air, avoiding eye contact. "Well, I didn't really…"

"You lied to her," Draco stated.

"Okay, I did but —"

Draco stood up, tapped his toe on the ground a bit and glared at Drake. "You lied to my mother. As me, no less. Tell me, did you say anything else?"

"No, not really."

"Not really?"

"Nope, all I told her that you were going with a Slytherin girl." Drake beamed. "Oh, and that you weren't interested in boys anymore —"

"What?!"

"It's not big deal really…."

"No big deal?!" Draco screeched, "No big deal? Since when is that no big deal?" He grunted. "Thanks, Drake, you just made coming out of the closet a whole lot worse!"

Drake ignored Draco and took note that he was dressed. "I," he started, "thought you said you weren't going to go shopping."

"I'm not."

"Nonsense!" Drake grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him to the door.

"I am not going shopping with you, Drake!"

Drake laughed and giggled. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun!"

"No," Draco said flatly, "it won't be fun, and that is exactly why I am not going."

Drake opened the door and rolled his eyes, pushing Draco through. He slammed the door shut behind him. "We're going."

"Fine. But don't think I'm going to try on anything."

Drake loosely placed his left hand on Draco's right shoulder, and laughed. "Dear Draco, don't be so silly, of course you won't have to try anything on," he lied.