Fluffy Thongs and BBQ tongs

Chapter three

Draco and Ron sat in silence inside the dark cupboard. Ron was waiting for the inevitable, Draco still thought he was Harry and he knew what teenagers in love did in dark cupboards.

He sat as far back from Draco as he could without impaling himself on something sharp, which he was considering if the blonde starting coming on to him. What the hell was he doing IN this cupboard anyway?

Draco on the other hand was wondering why Harry was so damned quiet, usually if they were alone and in small spaces (like they usually were) he would be leaping on him in seconds.

But from across the other side of the cupboard (which really wasn't all that far) he could hear nervous breathing, and slight whimpers of fear.

"Harry, what the hell is the matter? Shut up will you? Do you want to be found?" He snapped and shuffled forwards to try and see his face.

He shuffled around some more after a failed attempt, he then found a more comfortable position for his legs, however he still couldn't see Harry...if only he could reach his wand...

Draco moved closer to Ron and the red head started to panic, really panic. Draco's knee was now wedged between his legs and causing him a few problems.

Ron began to edge sideways to escape the evil knee, to no avail.

"Oh Merlin, something sharp is sounding very good right now" Ron thought desperately to himself and he could feel Draco's smirk through the darkness, smirking at his discomfort.

Draco leaned forward, he liked to put Harry on edge, make him wait...

"What's up?"

"I'm not who you think I am" Ron whispered, his back was now pressed against the wall so hard it was beginning to hurt, Draco's face so close to his he could have thrown up and Draco's knee in SUCH wrong place Ron was about ready to give away their hiding place, just to be free of it all.

Filch in a fluffy thong really wasn't the worst of this problems.

Draco made a face "Who the hell are you then? I think I've known you long enough to decide whether I know who you are or not myself!"

"No, you not getting what I'm saying-"

"You smell different" Draco commented, sniffing a little. He knew what Harry smelt like, and he didn't smell like that!

"Oh god, he's smelling me. Oh shit I haven't had a shower, I've been at Quidditch, I'm all sweaty and disgusting- oh Jesus why do I care!"

"I smell different because I'm not the right person you total dipstick! I'm not Harry!"

Draco's eyes widened. He was smelling some unknown intruder. He had his face, inches from someone that wasn't Harry "Why aren't you Harry?" Draco demanded

"Because I'm someone else! And if you wouldn't mind moving your knee. Its causing me some discomfort and I'd really rather not have to embarrass myself right now"

Draco attempted to shuffle back into the position he was in before, but he was stuck. He couldn't move an inch and his leg that wasn't invading the strangers privacy was beginning to go numb.

"I'm-uh- I'm stuck" Draco grimaced and wished Harry was here.

"You're WHAT!" Ron squealed "Oh god, Fred and George are going to kill me, Percy too...oh god PERCY! What will they all say? I'm getting too damn close with my best friends boy friend in a very small space filled with sharp objects and who knows what other implements of torture! They'll disown me!"

"Please tell me you didn't just say Fred George OR Percy. Please tell me you didn't say my boyfriend was your best friend. PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARENT WEASLEY!" Draco threw himself back against the wall and began trying his very hardest to climb up it, in order to escape, his nails making scratch marks in the stone.

"I'm going to have to live on the streets; I'll have no money, no home. Harry'll hate me! Hermione will dump me! I'll have to die my hair, not that that will be any kind of major loss..."

While Ron continued to babble, Draco was making progress with the wall...he was slowly scratching a hole in it...he'd get out in the next few hundred years then.

Chapter three … what did you think, you should know the drill by now!