Common Room Campout

Category: Harry Potter

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: T

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: Tsk! Tsk! You should know better.

Summary:

Draco helps Harry … unwind one night.

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When Seamus and Dean entered the common room they were met with pillows to their faces.

Holding the pillow loosely in his hand, Seamus stared questioningly at Ron. He himself was spreading out a few duvets on the couch. Neville made himself comfortable in one of the chairs.

"What's all this about then?" he asked Ron after sharing a puzzled look with Dean.

"I suggest lads, that you try to make yourselves cozy down here tonight," Ron told them as he laid himself out on the couch. He punched the pillow a few times before pulling the blankets over himself.

"Why?" Dean asked while walking over to stand by one of the arms of the couch where he looked down at Ron.

Neville snorted from his place in the chair as he shifted around. "Just trust him on this. I didn't. Scared for life now I am!"

Dean and Seamus shared a look as Ron 'tsk'd' at Neville before looking over his mound of quilts at his two confused year mates. Taking pity on them before they ended up like Neville, poor sod, Ron sighed. He squeezed his eyes shut and choked out the dilemma.

"Draco's staying the night."

Immediately looks of realization alighted on Seamus and Dean's faces. Seamus sent a wanton look up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.

"Don't even think about it," Dean commanded as he tugged Seamus by the collar towards the last chair by the fire. Seamus pouted as Dean enlarged the chair to make it more comfortable and summoned a large duvet.

As the four boys settled down for the night, silence reigned.

Sometime later, Neville let out a tentative chuckle. "At least this time they didn't forget the silencing -"

"Oh MERLIN, Draco! That's it!"

Ron whimpered and pulled the duvets over his head. Neville colored under Dean's glare. Seamus stared longingly towards the stairs.

"I fucking hate game night!" came Ron's muffled voice from the pile of blankets.

**********Upstairs - Sixth Year Dorms

"Merlin Draco, you're bloody brilliant!" Harry exclaimed as he stared at the Widgee1 game board in awe.

Draco examined his fingernails nonchalantly before sending Harry a superior smirk. "I know."

Harry smiled before leaning over and pecking Draco's cheek. "Best four outta seven?"

Draco grinned. "You're on."

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Hehe, aren't I a cruel little authoress?

1) Widgee - it's a game I just made up for this fic. If you've ever played Scrabble or one of its variants than you've pretty much played Widgee. It's just a Wizarding World version of the muggle Scrabble. The reason behind Harry's ... out burst is that the two thought the game would end a tie but at the last second Draco noticed one last word he could play. Harry's surprise came out rather vocally. 'That's it!' refers to Harry's shock that Quidditch was the word they were both overlooking.

Well, my luvs that be it for now. Please review to tell me what you think. = ]]