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A little drabble that I wrote about a week ago because I was bored. I don't want to post it because it doesn't have an in-your-face HPDM theme. But then I thought, why not? Just because it doesn't look slash doesn't mean I can't post it. So here it is, a ridiculous shortie. Enjoy! :D

Professor Binns, Harry decided, would be the Order of Phoenix's secret weapon for the defeat of Voldemort. He could imagine the final battle now; Voldemort storming inside Hogwarts with his Death-Eater minions, murdering the innocent children and killing all who got in their ways. Voldemort would approach him with his wand ready, read for the final kill and Harry would stand there, shivering in all his helplessness without help or anything to defend himself except for his bare arms. Then Professor Binns would go through the walls and into the Great Hall and continued his everyday lessons, talking about the goblin wars. Voldemort would fall asleep, and Harry would just stab him to death. Everybody would be happy.

The Boy-Who-Lived yawned and covered his opened mouth with a hand. Today was especially boring because it was review day. And he had to stay awake to take notes because tomorrow, there will be a practice exam that will count as a major test on his grade. He did not understand the difference between an exam and a test.

"....Goblin Istaracha....Gold stolen from the Department of Economic Regulation.... Captured and sentence to death.... The twenty-seven war...." And it went on and on and on and on....

Draco Malfoy was sitting two seats to the left and one seat up. The Slytherin git was sleeping. Harry stared at his rival with bored eyes. Binns' ghostly, monotone voice faded into the background. The git was sleeping so peacefully, so care freely, so innocent-like. There was a slight line of drool that connected the corner of the blond's mouth to a suspicious little puddle on the desk. Harry was jealous.

You should be suffering like I am, he told Malfoy with his non-existing telepathy power. You should not be sleeping like an angel on your desk and drooling like there's no tomorrow. If I have to be awake, then so should you.

Harry blinked and gripped his quill and scribbled down more note. So far, he had three sentences written down about the fifteen goblin wars Binns had went through. He looked back at Malfoy, and without thinking or questioning his state of mind or conscience, he went on taking notes on his topic of real interest of the moment.

Drool about a quarter of an inch from mouth to desk.

Eye lashes; fifty-kilograms. Thick as toothbrush.

Will wake up with crusts around mouth and eyes.

Mouth olive-shaped. One and a half inch opened. Lips blue, probably ate blue-colored sweets before coming to class.

Lips dry and crackle. Must tell Malfoy about cherry chap sticks. Or vanilla.

On the other hand, no.

Cheeks hollowed in.

Can see throat down mouth if squint eyes. Big mouth.

Good-looking tongue, though Malfoy should stop licking his lips. Not helping with dry lips. Especially if have dry tongue.

New drool line.

Wipe drool with sleeve.

Went back to sleep.

At the end of the class.....

"Potter." Malfoy's threatening hiss stopped Harry dead in his track.

"Yes?" the Boy-Who-Lived asked with smooth-sailed innocence, giving his rival a little smirk. All the while looking absolutely clueless as Malfoy produced out a piece of paper.

"'Drool about a quarter inch from desk'? 'Must tell Malfoy about cherry chap stick'?? 'Big mouth'???"