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“Do you have to move?” Harry mumbled and then added something unintelligible along the lines of “M’sleepy.”

Draco pondered this. It was still the weekend and he didn’t have to go anywhere…well, except down to breakfast but he could get food later.

“Fine, but you owe me one.”

Harry’s reply was again a mumble of things Draco couldn’t make out, but in a few minutes he too had drifted back to sleep.

Ron and Hermione stood outside the portrait of Medusa, unsure of whether to knock or wait for either Harry or Draco to grant them entrance.

“If you want to get in, you’re going to have to wait a while unless you have the password.” Medusa commented, inspecting her fingernails as if expecting to see dirt underneath them.

“Can you tell them that we’re here?” Hermione asked. When Harry hadn’t shown up at breakfast, she had worriedly dragged Ron down to the dungeons to find out if their friend was OK.

“No, I can’t.”

“Why?” Ron asked.

“Because I don’t have access to the bedroom,” came the tart reply. “And that’s where they’ve been all morning.”

“Too much information!” Ron yelped, covering his ears as if he expected the picture to launch into sordid details.

In a tone akin to Hermione’s, the picture spoke. “Had they been doing what you are suggesting, young man, I would have found an excuse to go visit another portrait.”

Ron shrugged, admitting that the portrait had a point.

“So they’ve been sleeping this whole time?” Hermione asked.

“From what I can tell, yes. Either that or lounging around doing nothing.”

“Draco, do you have to use my back as a desk?” Harry muttered, feeling the quill moving lightly over his back as he spoke.

“Do you continue to want to use me as a pillow? Then yes. You are the nearest flat surface, after all.”

“Do you have to be doing homework now?” Harry’s words were spoken in a truly pitiful whine.