The Rivalry

Potter grabbed his wrist, hauled him to his feet and headed for the stairs.

"Where are we going?" Draco asked when they reached the next floor down and he was no longer in danger of breaking his neck.

"I'm going to show you door number three."

"What?"

"Muggle saying, don't worry about it." He pulled them through another tapestry and stopped at a portrait of woman in a horrid pink gown. "Death before cowardice!" He proclaimed.

The person in the portrait agreed. "Just so." And it swung open slowly.

"Never in the history of the world has dragging someone off to undisclosed locations with the phrase 'don't worry' reassured anybody..." Draco's eyes widened and he dug in his heels. "Where on earth are you taking me?"

"I have to grab something."

"Thats your common room isn't it?"

"Yes, but thats not where we're going. I need to grab some stuff from by dorm."

The blonde tripped through the portrait hole. "You're taking me to your room!?" Half of Gryffindor turned to look at this proclamation, then stopped moving entirely in order to gaze at them like fish.

Potter, oblivious, continued towing Draco through across the floor, up four flights of stairs and into a dorm decorated with eye blinding amounts of crimson and gold.

"What are you doing? Do you know what they're going to think?"

"Look out."

Draco ducked a flying Quidditch glove. "Watch where you're throwing things Potter."

"I'm trying to find something. Oh, here we go." He pulled out a small black rod of some sort, a packet of parchment and a cloak.

"What's so interesting about all of that that you had to ruin my reputation for it?"

"C'mere." Potter drew close to him and tossed the cloak over them.

"What are you..." He trailed off. "The invisibility cloak? I've been wondering where the devil you got one of these."

"It was my father's." Potter explained. He tossed some odds and ends back in his trunk, spelled it and grabbed his hand. "Come on, stay close." He grabbed Draco's hand and tugged him down the stairs. Draco cursed and tried to keep up without breaking an ankle.

"Quiet down too, invisible people don't yell at the top of their lungs."

"Are you seriously going to make it look like we disappeared into your room?"

"Who cares?"

"Who cares? Who cares?"

"Other than you I mean."

Draco spluttered, which was horridly embarrassing. Malfoys don't splutter. They made their way through the Gryffindor common room, which was far more difficult now as no one was frozen in morbid curiosity at the sight of Harry Potter taking Draco Malfoy to his room. Potter would be paying for that later. The smaller boy lead him through the castle and down stairs to the entrance hall. Walking toward the doors an alarm went off in his head.

"Potter, what time is it?"

"Er, ten. I think."

"That's after curfew. You better not get us caught. I'll tell Snape you kidnapped me."

"You're loyalty is admirable." Potter deadpanned. "Don't you have your night pass on you?"

"Yes but I haven't got class tonight."

"We better not get caught then." He shoved the door open enough for them to slip through.