Who: Draco and Harry What: Camping Where: Um, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom? When: Friday night Rating: TBD
Draco had some reservations about Harry's choice of place to use their tent. Outside was available to them, but for so many reasons Draco didn't feel like venturing out there, no matter what Harry said about his cloak and his wards and hiding from Snatchers and Death Eaters. The less chance of Harry being mutilated or kidnapped the better. For so many reasons.
He felt odd going into Myrtle's bathroom, and not just because it was the girls bathroom. He didn't want to start making a habit of going in there again. But it was surely a sign of his... of the extent of his feelings for Harry that the thought of spending the night in there wasn't that off-putting. They'd be in a tent, it would be fine. It wasn't as though he'd have to look at the cubicles. But how were they going to avoid having Myrtle sneaking in to look at them or pestering them all night? And how were they supposed to stop her screaming about it to the whole school?
Harry had come up against Voldemort twenty odd times and won, so Draco thought he should probably chill out and simply trust in whatever the heck his boyfriend had planned.