The next day, Harry got dressed quickly, wondering what on earth he was going to get his newfound friend for Christmas.
"Morning!" Harry said cheerfully, sitting down next to Draco. Draco raised an eyebrow at him.
"Did somebody put that 'Ludikris' spell on you?"
"…no…Hey, did you know there's an American rapper who calls himself Ludacris?" Draco gave him a look that implied that he was an idiot.
"Yeah, he invented the spell, genius."
"…figures some perverted rapper would come up with something like that."
"What do you mean?" Harry shrugged, taking a bite of toast.
"Well, I mean what if your deepest desire is to shag somebody! The victim gets raped, but you can just say, 'Oh, I was under a spell!'" Draco looked thoughtful.
"Eh…good thing you're too innocent to want something like that. Angelos." He flicked his wand and a halo appeared above his jet-black hair. Draco smirked. "You're just an angel, aren't you?" Harry reached up and pulled the halo "off" his head. As he inspected the golden band, it shrunk into nothingness.
"You're pretty good with a wand," Harry commented, finishing his eggs. Draco grinned.
"You have no idea." Harry looked up.
"What…?" Draco shook his head, still snickering. Harry shrugged and stood up. "Well, come on then. Let's go!"
Draco followed him out to where the carriages were waiting for them. They got into the first carriage and drove in thoughtful silence. And then Harry got Draco's comment.
"DRACO MALFOY!"