#4

Yet again...

Understandably, Draco had just won the retort contest when Isabelle decided to get off the loser. Predictably, Harry decided to become annoying again.

"Ugh, my lungs have collapsed. Mouth to mouth, please!"

Draco requested that Harry be more specific, while Isabelle's laughter brought the thought yet again to the forefront of Draco's mind. What if Isabelle really is blonde? Oh yay! Kin!

Harry could tell that Draco had no intention of giving him a bl.....mouth to mouth, and decided to play the victim. He moaned melodramatically.

"Fine then, I'll just suffer here never to know the truth about leather pants!"

Draco did not find this amusing. Nor did he understand the implication.

"My leather pants, Harry."

Probably at the height of his drunkness, Harry pointed to the ceiling and shouted with no intended audience, "Exactly my point!"

Isabelle closed her eyes and tried to burn away the horrible things before her.....er.....pointing to the ceiling. Draco, however, refused to surrender or understand what was going on.

"You can't have them."

Competely unreasonable, Harry began speaking in capital letters. This was serious.

"OH I CAN AND I WILL. POINT TAKEN!"

Unable to comoprehend the situation, Draco chose the calmer of the two punishments as he yelled, "Bad Harry!"

"I'M TIRED OF SHOUTING BUT THAT'S THE ONLY WAY ANY OF YOU WILL UNDERSTAND ME!" Harry nearly screamed, windmilling his arms around on the floor, hoping not to hit a stray piece of furniture and ruin the scene.