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“I will not!”
“Draco, come on, I did it on Monday! We have a schedule for exactly that purpose!”
“Well, yes but remember last week? I did it for you, didn’t I?”
“I was sick! I couldn’t even get up!”
“Still, it counts.”
“Okay, I’m sick of this. Let’s just rock-paper-scissors it, okay?”
“Rock-paper-what? Is it some sort of duel?”
“Sort of. Except no wands, just our hands.”
“Like a fist-fight? Because let me tell you, I really don’t want to do the laundry, so I’ll punch you for real.”
“No! No one’s getting punched! It’s a game.”
“How is a game supposed to help, Potter? Gods, you’re infuriating.”
“Let me explain, and then you can punch me if you want.”
“Well? I’m listening.”
“So, we hide our hands behind our backs and choose between rock, paper and scissors. Like this, with your hand. At the count of three we show each other which we’ve chosen: rock, paper or scissors. Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, paper beats rock. Three points to win. Understood?”
“Are you sure we can’t just duel? This seems pretty tedious.”
“No, we can’t duel. Are you scared, Malfoy?”
“You wish.”
“Okay, let’s go. Ready? One, two, three.”
“Rock beats scissors, right? I win!”
“Okay so one point for you, Draco.”
“One, two, three.”
“Fuck. How do you keep winning when you’ve never played?”
“I’m just that good I guess. You wish we would have duelled now, don’t you?”
“Shut up. Okay, ready? One, two, three.”
“Yes! You’re terrible at this game aren’t you?”
“You’re cheating! You must be! Nobody’s that good at rock-paper-scissors, it’s like mathematics or something.”
“Well, I am. So I guess you should start on the laundry. There’s this blue jumper I need tonight.”
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Did you go all Legilimens on me?”
“I am outraged you would even think that, Harry!”
“Draco?”
“...”
“I need my Auror robes washed by tomorrow, have fun!”