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Dumbledore's office was the same as it had been last year; the same peculiar silver intruments whirring on the desk, the same phoenix nest in the corner, now with a beautifully plumed red-and-gold Fawkes resting in it, the same white-bearded headmaster sitting behind the desk. He looked up and his eyebrows jumped. "Good gracious, Harry!" he exclaimed. "And Mr. Malfoy," he added, with a nod to Draco attached to Harry's side. "This is an extremely unexpected pair. Whatever happened to you?" he said, looking at them as if he knew exactly what had happened.

"Well, it's like this, Professor--" Harry began, standing on Malfoy's foot to prevent him from saying anything other than, "Ouch!" Then he continued the story, deliberately leaving out Fred and George, trying to make it sound as if it had just been a random sixth year student who had cast the spell. Dumbledore watched him with a faint smile lingering about his lips, as if he knew exactly what had happened. And when Harry had finished, while Malfoy glowered at the pair of them, he said, "Well, this does put you in a fix. Unfortunately, there's absolutely nothing I can do about it."

"WHAT?!" both boys exploded.

"But you're the world's most powerful wizard!" Harry exclaimed, at the same time that Draco said, loudly, "I knew we should have gone to Professor Snape."

"If Dumbledore can't fix it then there's no way Snape can," Harry bellowed, attempting to wheel on his enemy and nearly falling over in the process. "Dumbledore's the only one Voldemort was ever afraid of! He wasn't scared of Snape!"

"Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore corrected him mildly, while Draco winced at the mention of Voldemort's name. "And, Mr. Malfoy, Harry is correct, no one can reverse this spell. It is the same as a Permanent Sticking Charm. Slim consolation though it may be, the Sticking Charm does end after a short amount of time." (Harry, personally, thought that three weeks stuck to Malfoy was an unbearably long time, but he didn't say so.) "So, I'm afraid you two are going to have to, er, stick with one another." Both boys realized, to their horror, that the headmaster was struggling not to laugh.

"Professor--" Harry began, pleadingly, while Draco yelled, "It's NOT FUNNY!"

"Oh, but it is," Dumbledore said, covering his smile with a hand. "That's just the trouble."

The two fumed while he attempted to collect himself. Finally, he gained control of his chuckles, wiped his eyes, and said, "Well, boys, some changes will have to be made. For one thing, since Slytherin and Gryffindor do not take many classes together, there will be no school for three weeks."

Neither Harry nor Draco thought that this was such a bad thing.

"For another thing, since you sleep in different dormitories and eat at different tables, you had better just sleep in the Great Hall. Meals will have to be eaten at your own private table."

"What?" said Malfoy loudly, while Harry decided that not even three weeks without classes could make up for this sort of misery. "But - but - but what about that maniac Black? How am I supposed to sleep in the Great Hall - unprotected - with him? Everyone knows Black's after you," he added, turning to Harry with disgust.

"Maybe he'll mistake you for me and finish you off instead," said Harry with a smirk.

Malfoy pulled out his wand and so did Harry, but Dumbledore swiftly disarmed them both and they turned to stare at him. He shook his head and stared at them. "Sorry, boys," he said, holding their wands, "but to prevent you from dueling each other constantly, I think it might be better if your wands are confiscated, at least for the first few days."

"WHAT?!" Harry and Malfoy exploded.

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Their wands were confiscated, "just for three days," as Dumbledore said. Harry had asked if it was possible to separate themselves by just taking off their robes, but Dumbledore said no. Malfoy was fuming and Harry was feeling miserable as they descended the staircase. Ron and Hermionie had waited for them, Harry was glad to see, as had, apparently, Crabbe and Goyle, once they had gotten the news. Harry's friends were standing well apart from the other two.

"Harry!" Ron greeted him. "How'd it go? What happened? Dumbledore couldn't sort you out?" he added, his face falling as he looked at Malfoy.

"No," Harry said gloomily. "He said we had to stay together for the next three weeks. No school--"

"Excellent," Ron breathed enviously.

"--we have to sleep in the Great Hall, eat at our own table, we can't go in each other's common rooms, and we can't use magic for the next three days," Harry finished. Ron's eyes bugged larger with every statement.

"That's ridiculous," he said, flatly. "You can't just live with him for the next three weeks!"

"Exactly what I'm thinking," Malfoy piped up from Harry's side, but nobody paid any attention to him. They started down to the Great Hall for dinner, Crabbe and Goyle at Malfoy's left shoulder, Ron and Hermionie at Harry's right.

"I don't see what choice you've got," Hermionie sighed. Then she brightened. "Still, at least it's not a Permanent Sticking Charm, is it?"

"DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!" Harry and Draco both yelled.

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OMG THIS IS HILARIOUS! 

Oh, yes it could.

Harry had never known that Malfoy took about a minute, tops, brushing his teeth, but took about five minutes, minimum, slicking his hair back against his head. Harry had said that it would just get mussed up anyway while they were sleeping, and Malfoy had snappishly retorted that this way stopped it from getting too messy by morning, and Harry could keep his nose out of his business, it was bad enough they were stuck together. He had also never known that it was difficult to brush one's teeth when one was stuck to somebody else, and he had never known that Draco Malfoy became extremely irritable just before going to bed.

And to round off the things he had never known and had never wanted to know, he had never known that Draco Malfoy was a very restless sleeper.

He snored, he talked in his sleep, once or twice he giggled. At some point, around three A.M., when Harry was just dozing off for the umpteenth time, he sat bolt upright and yelled, "HIPPOPOTAMUSES!" Then he noticed Harry staring at him with a grin sliding over his face, cleared his throat, and lay back down, muttering, "Nightmare..."

But besides that one moment of glee, which he fully intended upon telling Ron and Hermione about the next chance he got, Malfoy or no Malfoy, it was a fairly dismal night. Harry entertained a vague notion at some point of going down to where Snape slept and asking him for a sleeping potion, but he abandoned the idea. In the first place he had no clue where Snape slept at night, in the second place he didn't know how he was going to get Draco to go down there, and in the third place, he knew but didn't want to think about Snape's reaction if he was to wake him up in the middle of the night and ask for a sleeping potion.

Middle of the night nothing...it was almost dawn...

The next thing Harry knew, he was being shaken awake and Draco was yelling, "Come on, COME ON, they're going to set up for breakfast any second, Potter, you idiot, get up!"

Harry sat up and looked around, blearily wondering why the room was so fuzzy. Then Malfoy sighed, handed him his glasses, and said, "Come on, or they'll have breakfast before us, and we won't be able to eat."

Harry, personally, didn't see what the big rush was about - they had nothing else to do, they might as well walk all the way up to Dumbledore again and ask for a late breakfast, but since Malfoy was tugging so hard, he had no other choice but to put on his glasses, get up, and stumble along to the bathroom.

Malfoy, once there, began slicking back his hair feverishly, while Harry sighed, stared in the mirror, made a feeble attempt to flatten his hair, and finally dozed off with his head in his hand. He only woke up again when his enemy failed to notice that he had gone to sleep and dashed off, causing a lot of confusion and both boys ended up on their backs flailing about. With a lot of difficulty and some help from the sinks and Seamus Finnigan, who had very good timing, they were on their feet again, had gotten down the stairs without falling down somehow, and had sat down at their private table in the corner just as the food appeared.

Ron and Hermione came over in the middle of the meal to see how Harry was doing, and they were closely followed by Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle. Ron looked longingly back towards his food, but said, "Hey, Harry, how's it going?" in a friendly tone anyway.

"I hardly got any sleep last night," Harry replied, "and all because of him."

"Did he keep kicking you awake?" Ron smirked.

"I wish. He snores a lot."

"Does not!" Pansy Parkinson interrupted shrilly, and all three Gryffindors glared at her.

"And..." Harry chortled, while Malfoy abandoned his porridge to make frantic shushing gestures with his hands, "he woke up in the middle of the night screaming something about 'Hippo-'"

At this Draco clapped a hand over Harry's mouth and hissed, "Not now!"

"Hippos?" Hermione asked innocently.

All four Slytherins glared at her and she glared right back, but just at that moment Ron seemed to notice that almost everyone was done with their breakfast and persuaded her to leave. Draco's friends followed.

When breakfast was over, everyone left the Great Hall for lessons, and Draco and Harry were alone in a great, echoing space. Harry had never been in the Great Hall when it was completely empty before. It was fascinating but also slightly unnerving. To break the silence, he said, "So, what do you want to do?" He wished he hadn't spoken. The words echoed on and on and seemed to grow louder, and it occurred to him with every echo that there was absolutely nothing he wanted to do with Malfoy but detach him from his side.

"Oh, I dunno. Wizard chess?" was Malfoy's suggestion.

"Nah. You have to be sitting across from each other in wizard chess."

"Oh, right. Gobstones?"

"You have to be sitting across."

"Well, then, you come up with something," Malfoy said, staring at him.

"With what?" Harry protested.

"A Muggle game."

This was the last sentence he had ever expected to come out of Draco Malfoy's mouth, and all Harry could do was stammer, "A - a what, sorry?"

"A Muggle game. They play games, don't they?"

"Yeah. But you would play a Muggle game?" Harry said, incredulously.

"If it means I don't have to be bored," Draco replied.

"Well, alright...slap the jack."

"What on Earth's that?" Malfoy demanded.

"You'll see," Harry said, with the merest hint of a smile. "It's really simple."

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