It's fairly quiet, as it usually is. Harry and Draco are lounging around in Harry's room in a companionable silence, like they usually are. Nike is pouncing on Draco's feet, sometimes leaving livid red lines that aren't quite scratches in the wake of her kitten-claws. Draco doesn't appear to notice. In fact, he's jiggling his feet almost
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Course I'm going. McGonagall would hex me mental if I didn't go. I thought...didn't we talk about this already?
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Well, we sort of mentioned it. In vague terms.
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Oh no, did the big evil kitty scratch your poor foot? Whatever are you going to do? Maybe we should apparate you to St. Mungo's for a band-aid.
I thought we did. Are you not going...or something?
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Look at that face. It is the face of a predator.
Stuff it, she's been using my foot for a toy all night. If you had cared to notice.
No. I'm going. That is, I think I am.
Shit, I can't honestly ask you to go with me.
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All right, Malfoy...we'll get there and if you can convince McGonagall to let us leave early without argument or threat of hexing...well, I'll think of something to reward you with. Seeing as how I'm in need of a backbone. Better yet...convince Snape to not insist on you staying either.
P.S. That was not a nibble. Merlin, are you sure that thing is just a cat?
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Point taken.
P.S. Of course she is. Are you bleeding? Do you need me to kiss it better?
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Thought so. Seems I'm not the only one in need of a backbone.
P.S. You know, I think you're right. I'm over here being attacked by a wild animal and Snitch hasn't moved a bloody muscle. Some guard dog.
And no, I'm not bleeding. But you can kiss it anyhow.
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I definitely did not mean for that to sound like such a blatant proposition.
Oh go fuck yourself, Potter.
P.S. I told you.
Must I kiss it? I don't know that I'm feeling up to any kissing tonight.
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