The two boys sat in the sagging beanbag chairs, glaring at each other in utter and extremely uncomfortable silence. They sat that way for about an hour until Draco finally complained that he was bored.
"What am I supposed to do about it, Malfoy?"
Draco ran a hand back through his silky blond hair. He really needed to cut it. It was beginning to fall into his eyes and graze his long lashes. He sighed. "How long have we been in here?"
"A few hours, I guess."
Draco groaned. "Is there any food in here?"
"Does it look like -?"
Harry was abruptly cut off when the chess set on the table between them suddenly dissipated before their eyes and a platter of small party sandwiches appeared, along with two tea cups and a porcelain kettle. The kettle shuddered and a puff of steam came curling up from its spout.
"Well," Draco said, "that's… convenient."
"Oh my god. This is the room of requirement! It must be. We're in the room of requirement. Or at least a room of requirement"
Draco stood up, looking around. "If this is a room of requirement, and we require a way out, why can't we find one?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Maybe… whoever put us in here required it to lock us in."
Draco sputtered in frustration, before quickly regaining his composure. He walked stiffly back to his beanbag and plopped down in it, picking up a small sandwich and eating angrily. Harry watched the wheels in Draco's head turning for a moment. Then, for lack of anything better to do, poured himself a cup of tea and drank down the warm liquid, thankful for anything to do other than sit motionless and silent.
Well, they were still silent, but at least they each had something to occupy them for the time being, giving them a break from glaring at each other.
When both had had their fill of tea and sandwiches, the platter, cups, and teapot disappeared and the boys sat looking in different directions. Twenty or so minutes of this had passed and still neither said a word.
Suddenly Harry began to snicker. And that became a chuckle, and was threatening to become a full-fledged giggle.
Draco gave him an odd look. "What's so funny?"
"It's just," Harry laughed, "the absurdity of the situation."
Draco looked back at the wall he'd been staring at. The corners of his mouth twitched. "It is pretty absurd."
They looked at each other and both began to laugh. Absurd was most definitely the right word.
After another fifteen minutes of periodic bursts of giggling, Draco lay back on his beanbag chair, staring up at the ceiling, and Harry sat with his head in his hands, staring at the plush carpet beneath them.
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"Okay, I need to do something," Harry moaned.
"Then do something," replied a rather grumpy blonde, still draped over his beanbag chair staring at the ceiling.
Harry glanced back at the pile of boxes in the corner. There was nothing that could be done solitarily.
"I can't do anything without you."
Draco raised his head to look at Harry, his eyebrow raised, an expression of irony on his face.
"That's not what I… I don't mean that… look all I meant was that all the games here require more than one person. I can't play alone."
Draco continued to smirk, enjoying watching the Gryffindor squirm under his gaze. Finally he moved his gaze to the table. The sandwiches and tea had dissapeared, repleaced by the chess set that had been there in the beginning.
"Chess?"
"Fine."
Draco linked his hands behind his head casually. "You can be gold. Your go first."
Harry eyed him a moment, and finally leaned forward to examine his pieces, contemplating his first move.
"Pawn to E4."