Writer's Block
Draco stood facing Harry outside of Potions class. Their wands pointed at each other, ready to attack at a moments notice.
"Potter, you've annoyed me long enough," Draco said menacingly.
"Oh, trust me, I've been waiting for this moment forever," Harry replied.
WOOSH!
The scenery disappears and Harry and Draco appear against a white background
Harry: What just happened?
Draco: I think the Author has Writer's Block.
Harry: What makes you think that?
Draco: There's a sign.
Draco points to a sign that says, "Welcome to Writer's Block, the land of no inspiration."
Harry: Oh…whose Writer's Block are we in?
Draco: I don't think we'll ever know.
Harry sits down, cross-legged, on the floor.
Harry: I'm bored. Can't they have something like a deck of cards here?
A deck of cards falls out of the sky.
Harry: Check that out! Do you want to play?
Draco: I guess…
Draco sits, cross-legged, opposite Harry, as Harry starts shuffling.
Harry: You know, we have never really gotten to know each other.
Draco: That's because everyone insists on having us hate each other.
Harry gives five cards to both of them
Harry: Do you remember that J.K.R. woman? She had the evilest Writer's Block.
Draco: Yeah, on that fifth book she wrote, we were stuck in here for months. Give me two.
Harry passes two cards to Draco.
Harry: I just think it's annoying how people can think of us as mortal enemies.
Draco: Did you ever notice that they never make us best friends? Pair of Aces.
Draco lays his cards down.
Harry: Yeah, it does get boring calling you a git all the time. Pair of Eights.
Harry takes his and Draco's cards and shuffles them back into the deck.
Draco: We should boycott or something.
Harry: What are we gonna boycott? Throwing nasty spells at each other? Everyone would fire us.
Draco: We could always ask the Author.
Harry: Trust me, I've tried. No one lets me kiss Cho anymore.
Draco: That's mean of them. I have the same problem, except I'm always madly in love with Ginny Weasley.
Harry: How can anyone stand her? I was once stuck in Writer's Block with Ginny. A motor mouth if I ever saw one.
Draco: You think Ginny's bad? Try Hermione. Everyone thinks she's so smart. A ditz is more like it.
Harry: Have you ever been with Ron? I have, thousands of times. He's worse than stereotypical you!
Draco: Damn…that must suck.
Harry: You have no idea…
Draco: Say, are you getting hungry?
Harry: I'm freaking starving!
Draco: How about a box of my mother's homemade cookies, two steaks, medium well, and a keg of pumpkin juice.
All that stuff that Draco said comes up from the floor, including utensils, cups, and napkins.
Harry: Hmm…I'm kinda fond of this Writer's Block.
Harry and Draco dig into their food.
Draco: Ah…made just the way I like it.
Harry: No kidding…
Harry and Draco finish their meal and suddenly feel that feeling of them being pulled back into the story.
Draco: Well, see you later then?
Harry: When we're not fighting!
UN-WOOSH!
Draco opened his mouth to say a spell when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Snape.
"Not fighting, are we, Draco?" Snape asked, curious.
"I was defending myself, sir. Potter attacked me," Draco replied innocently.
"Fifteen points from Gryffindor, then. Now, get into class," Snape said, disappearing into the classroom. Draco and Harry were the last ones inside. Before they went in, though, anyone watching could have sworn they had winked at each other.