The Magic Box

3: Welcome to the Magic Box

When Harry emerged from the bathroom Draco seemed to be examining the walls. It struck Harry as a very odd thing to do, especially since Draco seemed so engrossed in it. It appeared as though Draco thought he was studying a fine artwork or tapestry.

'Ah Malfoy?' Harry asked 'What are you doing?'

'The wood,' Draco stated as he reached out to touch the wall 'It's engraved,'

'The wall is engraved?' Harry asked shocked 'Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?'

'Yes, however that doesn't change the fact that the walls are engraved Potter,' Draco rolled his eyes and moved from the wall.

'I suppose you've tried apparating out of here too then?' Harry asked.

'Of course,' Draco stated 'I've also checked for any hidden routes out of here but the only door leads to the bathroom. As it appears, we are stuck in here, together,'

Harry groaned and let himself fall onto the bed.

'Wherever here is,' Harry mumbled.

'Yes well I might have a small suggestion as to where that might be,' Draco offered.

'You do?' Harry sat up a flicker with hope.

'Yes well about the walls,' Draco said 'Don't the carvings seem familiar to you?'

'The engravings?' Harry asked 'Should they?'

'I'm fairly certain they're the same as the carvings on the box in the room of requirement,' Draco stated.

'Really?' Harry asked sitting up and walking to the wall beside Draco.

'Well you got a better look at the box then I did Potter you tell me!' Draco snapped. He was getting rather impatient with Potter's slow minded responses.

'Well they do look similar don't they?' Harry stated.

'Yes well, if they are the same, then I think we may be inside the box,' Draco reasoned.

'Inside the box?' Harry asked completely taken back.

'Do you realize how often you repeat what people say? It's really annoying!' Draco frowned.

'Malfoy that box couldn't have been more than 30cm by 15cm! We would have to be like one or two inches high!' Harry exclaimed.

'Something like that Potter,' Draco said and sat down upon the bed.

'That's not possible!' Harry begged.

'After six years at a wizarding school Potter I expected you to have a bit more of an open mind,' Draco said matter of factly.

'My mind is plenty open! This is just absurd!' Harry said now becoming increasingly agitated, 'What the hell are we suppose to do about food?'

There was a loud crack interrupting the debate, the two boys turned to the coffee table to find two trays of fruit and what appeared to be a letter.

'You've got to be fucking kidding me,' Harry muttered. Draco moved to the table and picked up the letter. Which was addressed, Misters Potter and Malfoy. Draco opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter out loud to Harry.

Dear Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy

Welcome to the Magic Box (Harry: 'Sounds like a kids television show). The Magic Box is a creation to aid wizards and witches of the world, to serve their great purpose to achieve harmony of the soul. During your stay here you will be provided for in areas of necessities such as food and drink, clothing and medical resources should one of you come to illness or injury. (Draco: Which seems increasingly likely if we're to be stuck in here together). There is no way to leave the magic box until your purpose has been fulfilled. Once you purpose is fulfilled you will be immediately transported from the box and return to your own dimension. The Magic Box will not be found liable for any incidents that occur during your time spent in the Magic Box.

Yours Sincerely

Creator of the Magic Box

'Oh this is just fucking great!' Harry stormed. 'What the fuck kind of purpose are we suppose to fulfill,'

'Calm down Potter, now is the time to think not pound on the wall and hope for the best,' Draco said lying down on the bed once more.

'We've got to find a way out of here!' Harry exclaimed.

'You heard what the letter said, the only way we're leaving this place is when we've completed out purpose,' Draco rationalized.

'Never trust a strange bit of parchment Malfoy,' Harry scowled 'After what your father did to Ginny Weasley I though you'd know better,'

'Oh please Potter this is hardly dark magic,' Draco smirked.

'Seems real dark arts stuff to me,' Harry muttered.

'Listen Potter, I've come across many magical artifacts like this box…well alright not exactly like this box but all magical objects are the basically the same, they're are about puzzles and riddles. They've just given us our clue, we'll find a solution to our problem through that letter I guarantee it,' Draco explained.

'Why should I believe a single thing your saying Malfoy,' Potter accused 'For all I know this could be a plan of yours and Voldermorts to…well I don't know but no doubt it will end in my painful death,'

'A most intriguing idea Potter save it has one flaw,' Draco pointed out.

'What's that?' Harry sniped.

'This theory would have me spend a great deal amount of time stuck with you in a lousy box,' Draco remarked 'Dark lord or not, I would rather loose a limb than suffer such a fate,'

'Ah well I suppose that's true,' Harry said 'Besides I don't think you'd willingly destroy Snape's potion collection, you're an evil bastard but you're not suicidal,'

'Thank-you, now while we appear to be on civil terms…well as civil as we've ever been toward each other I will take the opportune moment to declare that I call dibs on the bed and wish you a pleasant nights sleep on the sofa,' Draco said before rolling over onto his side and snuggling into the pillows.

'What are you on about Malfoy!' Harry declared before realizing… 'Oh shit! There's only one bed,'

'It's amazing how fast the mind works,' Draco muttered.

'That's not fair Malfoy! I will not sleep on the bloody sofa with a huge king sized bed like that, taking up most of the space of the bloody room,' Harry demanded.

Draco sat up and faced Harry with a raised brow.

'Are you saying Potter, that you want to sleep with me?' Draco asked. Harry immediately went red.

'I wouldn't put it like that,' Harry said, 'But we're both guys right? And it's a big bed right? And we hate each other right? So we could just…stick to different sides and we'd be fine…'

'Well…yes, but…you honestly want to share the same bed as me?' Draco seemed genuinely shocked.

'I'm not sleeping on the ruddy sofa!' Harry demanded.

Draco shugged and pulled back the covers for Harry.

'Come on then Potter, however if I wake up to find you spooning me or even touching me slightly, I will turn you into a ferret and see how muchfun you make of it,'

Seeing Draco lying like that awaiting for Harry to get into bed with him brought dirty thoughts that reminded him of his dream last night. Suddenly the idea to share the bed seemed a really stupid one. Harry looked at the sofa longingly but knew he couldn't loose this battle of wills. Draco expected Harry to back out, Harry wouldn't give him the pleasure. Harry hopped onto the bed and dove into the covers facing away from the blonde.

'Good night then,' Harry said, however now completely more awake then he was a few moments before.

'Potter,' Draco said completely dumb founded by Harry's actions. Suddenly he wasn't sleepy anymore. He lay down on the bed and stared at Harry's masculine shaped back. 'Bloody Gryffindor' Draco whispered to himself before shutting his eyes and trying to will himself to asleep.