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InuLorien – Lmao. Who doesn't like the way he thinks, aha. Hm, dunno, just wrote it that way! I'm glad you liked it though:)

Author's Note – Just felt like making a small comedy :) I've been on an angst role.

Beta's Note – No mistakes! Unless I'm insane…who knows. All I have to say is: WHORES IN MY HEAD. WHORES. DOOR. WHORE IN MY BED! You people will know what that means eventually…if you read other stories, that is. Hmmmm. The mystery. DropDeadLlama

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Soiling The Mattress

I jumped back on the bed, springs squeaking under my weight. The mattress was soft and inviting. Propping my head up, I rubbed the empty expanse next to me.

"I could use some company."

Harry walked up to the foot of the bed. "We don't have time."

"Come oonnnnn," I drawled, sitting up to pull him closer. He allowed me to, his eyes saying 'yes', but the firm line of his mouth a definitive 'no'. I nuzzled his stomach with my nose. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed away from me slightly.

"We've got work to do."

With a grin, I pulled him down next to me. He didn't have time to so much as gasp before the mattress knocked some of the wind out of his lungs. "Fucktard," he said without heat. "What are yo--"

"It's break-time," I announced, pulling him up to lie beside me, and touching his lips with my finger. "Time for a little rest and relaxat--"

Someone clearing his or her throat rudely interrupted me. We both looked up to find a man standing over us. He pushed his glasses up over his nose.

"S'cuse me, gentlemen, but if you keep going, you're going to have to buy that."

Harry worked himself out of my grasp and scooted off, cheeks flaming. "We're still looking..."

"Try before you buy, and all that," I put in. Harry glared at me, his 'Drake, you're not helping,' face.

"Uh-huh," he said, before giving us a guilt-laden look and walking away.

Harry sat down again on the edge of the bed, his left leg curled beneath him. "I don't mind this one," he commented, running his palm over the soft fabric.

"Yeah, it's not bad. The price is not the best, but wait until I use some tricks from the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes of Bartering. I will lay the Malfoy smackdown on that poor, helpless salesman." I waved to the guy with the glasses, who was standing behind a tallboy, watching us with a frown.

I lay back on the mattress. "We've been to five stores this morning. I'm not sure I can take many more orange signs that scream 'deluxe ensemble' at me today."

Harry nodded, a small smile curling his lips. He poked me. "Come on. Let's grab a burger and then go home. There are still more pleasant things we can be doing with this Saturday."

"Like testing the springs on our own bed?" I leapt up.

He gave me an interesting look. "You are a fucktard, Malfoy." Harry began walking away, but stopped and half-turned. "But I like the way you think."