Author's Note: Hmmmm. I have no idea where this came from. Hehe. Yeah yeah I know it's short. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Harry's eyes flittered open. He took in the sight he was seeing not noticing anything odd about it. The green sheer draping over the black wooden four-poster bed, the silk green sheets and the cold grey stone walls.

The cold stone grey walls!?

Since when did he wake up to black four-posters with green silk sheets and cold grey stone walls?

He jumped a foot in the air and flapped his arms about madly, got tangled in the sheets, and fell out of the bed, hitting his head on the nightstand.

Him yanking the covers off the bed obviously woke whoever else was in that bed, and they poked their head over the edge of the bed to ask if Harry was OK.

It was Severus Snape.

"Harry are you OK?"

"Holy shit, why am I in your bed?"

"This isn't my bed."

"Then who's bed is it?"

"Have either of you seen my robes?" Snape and Harry looked over to see Draco walking around searching for his lost articles of clothing.

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Haha. Hey, I think I'm funny.

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