for the title game!
Mischief Night
āThis is puerile,ā grumbled Draco, slogging along behind Harry as they prowled down the darkened hallway. āWe donāt need to have a test-of-courage competition. Our aborted seventh year was already one big test of courage.ā
Harry snorted. āYeah, but the stakes on that one were way too high. At least this is just some harmless inter-house bonding activity.ā
āHarmless inter-house bonding.ā Draco scoffed. āDidnāt we all have to fight a boggart in the werewolfās class back in third year? We should all know each otherās worst fears by now.ā
Harry held his wand aloft, squinting down the hall to see if any of their classmates might be nearby. They were supposed to be in the region occupied by Ron and Hermioneās team, which was going to be either the most horrifying thing Hermioneās spellwork and Ronās strategising could think upā¦Ā
ā¦or absolutely nothing at all, because they were a bit more preoccupied with each other than actually trying to terrify their yearmates.Ā
āYouāve got to hand it to them,ā groused Draco as Harry tugged him away from the very-indisposed noises coming out of the broom cupboard, āknowing what the Weasel sounds like in coitus is one of my worst fears.ā
āArenāt you glad you know that about him now?ā Harry grinned in spite of himself, relishing how Dracoās cheeks flushed pink in the wandlight. āCome on, letās see if we can get past whatever Ernie and Pansy have cooked up.ā
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