"What the hell?"
Refraining from yelling, Harry strained his eyes through the dark to see the face as it turned to him like a deer in headlights.
"P-potter?"
"Yeah… Malfoy? That you?"
"Yeah," then, like a switch, his voice turned into his old drawl.
"What are YOU doing up this late, Potter?"
"Going to Dumbledore's, but its none of your beeswax." Harry snarled back. The blonde frowned.
"That's exactly where I'm going."
"Why? You started your menstrual cycle and don't know what to do? Go away, Malfoy, I go first."
His icy eyes flamed and Draco snarled,
"Nice bowers, Potter, can they go any lower?"
"I'm sure you'd love that, Malfoy, but my nightwear doesn't compare to yours. Were your ancestors nudists, or are you just stupid enough not to tie up your bathrobe?"
"Wha…?" Sure enough, when Draco looked down, a pair of creamy thighs greeted him… along with a friend. Quickly shutting his robes, he snapped back, blushing,
"Stop ogling and get your candy ass moving the other way!" as soon as these words slipped from his mouth, the loud sound of a huge stone gargoyle jumping aside thundered through the darkened halls. Both turning from their verbal duel, they saw they had been outside the door to Dumbledore's office the whole time. A moment of silence and shock came and passed as a tempered cry of Filch. Harry and Draco sprang into action and both tried to cram themselves into the staircase doorway at the same time, failing miserably.
"move it, Potter, I figured out the password!"
"'Candy ass' is hardly a password, YOU move it, Malfoy!"
"Move or I'll grab you where it counts!"
"I'm sure you would even if I didn't, you homo!" Harry laughed.
"WHAT?"
"that's right, you girly smelling ferret!" finally both managed to cram onto the stairs, bickering as the gargoyle moved back into place and filch, fuming, about Peeve's mashed potatoes and coconut escapade, cleared the corner.