A/N: I can't believe how many reviews I got after I posted chapter five! Thanks everyone! Enjoy chapter six.
Chapter Six: One Long Night
"Harry, wait for mee!" Ron cried, running to the door with Hermione and Draco on his tail.
::::In slow motion::::
"Noooooooooooo!!" Ron yelled, running and flailing his arms. Harry thrust open the door, holding it open for Hermione and Ron.
::::End of Slow motion::::
Harry shut the see-through door. Draco slammed against it from the inside, plastering himself to it.
He tried to unplaster himself. "Muh tung eh thuck!" he said, saliva leaking out all over the door. "Umbudy! EEEEELLLP!"
"I'm coming, dearest!" Pansy cried, hurrying over to him. She took a chisel and hammer and proceeded to tap his tounge.
"OOOOWWW!" he cried in pain.
Pansy sighed. "Men," she muttered. Raising her voice, she said "Stop fidgeting!"
"Leaf meh AWONE!"
"Hold still!"
"THOP IT!"
"I'll have it out in a jiffy!"
Draco tried his best to kick her, but alas, he was stuck to the door, so he failed.
"I'll give you something to whine about!" Pansy shouted, and with her hammer she struck him where it hurts.
Draco started crying hysterically. Pansy threw her head back and laughed like a maniac.
"... That was entertaining," Ron said thoughtfully. He turned to Harry and Hermione, but they were already walking away. "Oy, wait up!"
When he caught up, Hermione looked at him. "Since we were in slow motion for that time, I took the liberty of finding out when each of us has kitchen duties."
"And?" Ron asked.
"Unfortunately, we're all separated," she said. "And Harry's with..."
Harry's bright green eyes grew wide. "Who am I with?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Malfoy,"
Ron choked on the ketchup he was digesting. "What?!" he exclaimed, bits of red flying out of his mouth.
"When is it?" Harry asked.
"A week from tomorrow," Hermione told him.
"What about me?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked at his red-smeared mouth in disgust. "Tomorrow,"
"Aw, phooey. That means I have to get up early!" Ron grumbled.
In the distance, they heard "YOU CUH MUH BLUHIE TUNG OFF!!!"
Hermione, Harry and Ron burst out laughing.
"Good night!" Hermione called, heading towards the girl's area.
"Good night, Hermione!" Ron and Harry called back, heading towards their own cabin.
"Damn muskitoes," Ron said, slapping his arms.
"You spelt that wrong. It's mosquitos," Harry corrected him.
"How do you know how I spelt it?"
"Must be magic,"
They both shrugged and giggled in unison.
"Race you to sleep!" Harry said.
"You're on!" Ron said.
They both tore down the grounds, into their cabin, into their pj's, and into bed.
"Oh, I like your pj's," Harry commented.
"Thanks, I just got them yesterday," Ron replied.
Realising they were still racing, they hurried into their beds and shut their eyes.
...many many hours later...
"No, I'm gonna fall asleep first!" Ron hissed, face down on his pillow.
"You wish!" Harry hissed back.
"Wanna repeat that?" Ron asked threateningly.
"Yooooouuuuuu....... wiiiiiiisssshhhhhh!" Harry repeated.
Ron's jaw dropped. "Excuse moi, monsier?"
"You spelt that wrong, too,"
"I don't care!"
"Shut up you two!" Drake hissed, throwing a pillow at Ron.
Ron inhaled the smell of his pillow. "You're pillow smells good. My pillow smells like ketchup. Wanna trade?"
"Just give it back," Drake said, half asleep.
Ron yawned, gently placing his head on Drake's pillow. "I.... win...." he said, and fell asleep.
"Darn it, and I was so close!" Harry said, and fell asleep himself.
Drake sat up. "Well, I can't sleep without a pillow!" he said, getting out of his bed. He went over to Ron and attempted to pull his pillow away.
"No... my pillow," Ron mumbled, keeping a firm grip on the pillow, still asleep.
Giving up, Drake sulked as he looked at the ketchup pillow. He picked it up, put it on his own bed, and laid down. "It's gonna be a looooong night," he said, reluctantly shutting his eyes.
A/N: Ketchup pillow... that must stink. I wonder what Drake's pillow smells like?
Drake: Pillow flavour!
A/N: Uh, thanks. Chapter seven is coming up!