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1st seed; [Action/Voice]

[Perhaps the journal picks up the sound of Neville's arrival as he is unceremoniously deposited on the icy southern lake sometime in the dead of night. If not that, then it might catch the dull groaning as he slowly wakes and struggles to pull himself upright. If not that, then certainly the furious squeak from sneakers lacking traction on slippery ice would catch the journal's attention, as would the dull thudding as Neville collides with some child's forgotten snowman on the westernmost bank. A sharp intake of breath, then] No wand. Bastards. [In fact, even though Neville hasn't yet noticed the presence of the book at all, he seems perfectly aware that someone is listening, even if it isn't quite who he expects.]

It's still not enough! [The words, though a bit rasped and wheezing, are spoken with the stubbornness of one who rather expected this displacement.] You think you can just Portkey me someplace and be done with it? You won't get me -- not any of us -- to back down that easily. I know you're here -- show yourselves, you bloody cowards!

[The dead silence is less than encouraging. It means that if he wasn't being watched, then he'd been sent far enough that he wouldn't need supervision. Accio wand. [The incantation is intoned softly through clenched teeth. It doesn't escape him how ironic it was that in his desperation to recover his stolen wand he's resorted to a summoning spell that usually required the use of his wand in the first place. The spell fails spectacularly, leaving Neville to suppose his captors laughed, wherever they happen to be.

Still, the place he'd been sent certainly merits some investigation. If he'd been sent here via portkey, then some other innocuous-looking thing might well be the ticket home. It might appear off for a young, underdressed, blackeyed, fairly beaten and emaciated man to be picking up small stones with a thoughtful expression, but finding an alternate portkey is simply the most plausible way back to the more important matters he'd left at home.]

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[Well when you go around telling people you're a wizard...either way, Draco doesn't know about the sword of Gryffindor being in the ice and whathaveyou so he's pretty sure Harry's just being ridiculous. Granted, he's curling up a bit into that coat because ugh, cold. Luceti's colder than usual today, this suck, fml.] I don't know, you and I were sitting on it, I assumed it was thick enough. [He's just giving Harry a semi-curious look, trying to figure out what exactly he's implying. There's another harsh shiver though and he settles for shrugging. Head hurts from hitting it. Freezing. Decision-making is not his forte right now.] Doesn't matter, they're both close enough.

[Yeah, there's bound to be weirdness. Harry's not ready to go into that just yet but he knows about nearly drowning and freezing at the same time. Plus, February is colder than December.] Be more careful next time, alright? [STOP BEING COLD. Wrapping arms around you now to distribute body warmth.] Right. [Going to try Apparating into a room he's only seen from outside the window aaaaaand... there they are! Welcome back to your room, Draco! Hopefully that alien woman isn't around.]

[Probably for the best, not sure Draco could handle weird stories right now. But yes, February's pretty damn cold and Draco's still dripping water despite having Harry's coat on.] ...have you noticed how ironic it is for you to be telling me to be careful? [Half a smirk, crack a joke, maybe this won't be as miserable of a failure. I'M TRYING TO STOP BEING COLD. Okay this whole pseudo-hug-for-warmth thing's kinda weird, but not getting much of a chance to protest before pop!, they're standing around in Draco's room. Ow...dizzy. Okay, well, sounds like the house is quiet and the shivering's not as violent now that they're somewhere a bit warmer, but Draco's not exactly moving away either.] ...thanks, I think.

[Yeah, that one's a doozy. Cold water is freaking cold and damnit, we're going to get rid of it.] I'd like to think of it as advice from someone more experienced in these things. [Sort of joking and smirking in response. Warm atmosphere for the stopping of the cold! Harry will probably find this weird upon reflection, but the saving-people-thing has kicked in and he's taking charge like a Gryffindor. Hopefully Arumat is used to that popping sound by now.] Don't worry about it. Change out of those clothes before the cold sinks in, then get under the blanket.

[That'd be amazing, please to be getting rid of cold.] Heh. Right, advice. I feel like there should be a jibe there, but I can't think of one right now...remind me to insult you later. [At least they can see the slight humor in this! Draco's sort of tuning out that he's being hugged, though he's squirming a little because it's not comfortable in wet clothes.] What are you, my mother? [He knows Harry's right though so he's slipping out of the Gryffindor's coat and heading toward the dresser or whathaveyou to get clothes.] ...you don't have to stay here, you know.

[Warming charms are incoming, just get out of the wet clothes.] I could be trying to give you sagely advice on things I don't understand instead, eh? [Maybe Draco is starting to understand optimism? Either way, Harry is now on a mission.] Just do it! [Harry is hanging up his coat somewhere and slipping out of his wet shirt.] And just leave you to catch pneumonia?

[Working on it, sorta, picking out a shirt and tossing it at Harry though.] You're close enough to my size anyway, I suppose. I'd rather not see you shirtless. And anyway...I can still argue that you don't even know the meaning of the word careful. [Draco's starting to understand a few things, really. He just pulls a face at the demand and shrugs, unbuttoning his shirt anyway.] I'm not an idiot, Potter. I can handle this.

[Awesome, catching that shirt and putting it on. It fits better than the shirts he usually wears, though it's still a little long since Draco is taller. Your loss on the shirtlessness, though.] Sorry, I'd rather not take my chances. Thanks, Draco. [And he's hanging the shirt underneath his coat, then casting warming charms on the blanket. Frostbite can go die. Really.] I can be careful sometimes! [And then he stops, realizing what he was doing.] Er... Have you ever had something like that happen before?

[You're scrawny, Potter. Besides, he had to look to throw the shirt, so. Draco shrugs and slips out of his shirt.] Right, name a time when you've been careful. [He's actually taking time to hang it up to dry instead of putting on his shirt. He's spent the last six years sharing a room with four other boys, this isn't weird when he's not thinking about it. However he pauses with the dry t-shirt in his hand to regard him again] What, falling through the ice? Not exactly, though I've been dragging through snow a few times. [This is a pointed look.] And I think after all these years I've figured out who to blame.

[I'm gaining weight! Having a steady food source and not being on the run has helped that. At least he looks sort of healthy, if on the scrawny side.] There have been loads of times I've been careful! I've successfully broken into the Ministry twice. [Growing up in a boys dormitory definitely makes this easier to do while not thinking about it, though Harry is happier to be in a shirt now. He's warming up his coat. His look is innocent. Totally!] That was only the once. At least it was just snow.

[You've gained all of the weight I've lost apparently, but at least I don't look dead! That's probably the bright side of Luceti.] There's a difference between being stealthy and being careful, you know. I'm fairly certain I know what one of those times was...you'll have to tell me about the other sometime. ["Especially if it's not as disastrous to my family as the first time was." He slips into his t-shirt then and just snorts a bit. Right, innocent. Considering that Harry's distracted? Yeah, busy quickly undoing his belt and hoping to change into new boxers and pajama bottoms before he looks up.] You're lucky I wasn't aware of how you were doing it back then.

[Yeah, but you're getting there. Please stop, because Inferi suck and being dead ruins your complexion. Luceti be damned.] Carefulness is a part of being stealthy. And sometimes complete stealth isn't really an option. They're both interesting stories, I suppose. ["Not to your family this time, no. Muggleborns, yes." Harry is feeling his sleeves to see how long it might take for them to warm back up.] And why is that? Dumbledore thought it important that I have that cloak.

[...why would you ever compare me to those creatures, ugh, thanks a lot.] I'm just saying. Stealth is usually one of the best skills to have, I'm just surprised you have it. Like I said, you should tell me sometime. ["Usually, that I wouldn't care about but thanks to Luceti...ugh. Still getting used to having a soul here." Draco's kicking off his wet clothes and changing into some dry boxers before he starts actually hanging up the wet slacks and boxers that're still freezing from the lake.] Because...I don't know, we were stupid when we were kids, I'm sure I would have come up with some way to terrorize you and steal the cloak or something. Besides, you know how Dumbledore is.

[Well you're the one who was trying not to look dead!] Comes with the territory. And... well, I just don't think tonight's the night for it. ["Or ever, considering that conversation we just had. But your soul is more important than breaking your brain, oddly enough." Harry is done checking his wet clothes, so he turns around and OH SON OF A BANSHEE HE'S STILL CHANGING AHHHHH WTF. Turning back around! Those are interesting... curtains. And working on normal conversation.] That would've ended pretty badly for you, I think. The cloak was my father's.

[I'm too good-looking to look dead!] I know, I know, the life and times of Harry Potter. Someday I'll learn to care enough about it. So tell me some other night. ["Lucky you, I know nothing about this. You would think that a soul is more important than my brain, wouldn't you?" Draco doesn't even notice that Harry's turned around and saw him, busy going about his business and slipping into pajama bottoms. Mm...warmth.] Like I would have thought about the consequences of it all. [Turning back to face him...what are you doing, Potter, the curtains are ugly. But he nods toward the clothes instead.] ...what do you want to do about those?

[You keep thinking that!] Right. ["Maybe you'll forget about the Ministry part someday. But the soul part is good. It builds character. Literally!" Harry's just going to try and forget that. Augh his brain. He shakes his head really fast. Clear your mind, Harry!] Then it's good that you didn't. [Curtains are awesome and... curtainy. But then, he looks to see what Draco is looking at.] Er... they should be dry soon, I think.

[Draco just nods to all of that before crossing the room and curling up into a corner of his bed, grabbing one of his blankets and wrapping his body in it] Mmh...suppose you can stay here until they are. Unless you'd rather just go home and I can give them back to you later.

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[Harry fidgets a moment, not sure if he should just sit down somewhere or try to leave or what.] Well... it'd be weird if I came back without my coat and things. Hermione would probably know something was up.

If only because Hermione knows just about everything else without really trying here. It's almost scary in a way. [He shrugs, gesturing to the closet] There should be an extra blanket in there.

Well the fact that I disappeared and came back wearing your shirt but not my own coat says a lot. But she is really smart that way. [Wrapping self up in that blanket, because brrr.] ... Thanks.

What, you don't think she'd assume it was another body swap? [What is this, Draco Malfoy making more jokes? Sure you don't have a concussion there? But he shifts a little to give Harry room to sit on the other end of the bed if he wants] Don't mention it.

We'd only be so lucky. [Teasing. That was a weird incident. And Harry has completely forgotten to consider a concussion at this point. But he does at least sit down while wrapped in that blanket.]

[And this is an approving look once Harry settles. What has the world come to? Oh, right. This is what Draco wanted, just having Harry Potter befriend him. It took him six years, and okay, maybe on the way he sort of lost sight of that goal, but now that he has it? It's...acceptable.] You know what I've realized? You and I are two of the most unlucky people I know, and that's saying something.

[Meanwhile, Harry is laughing and trying to get more warmth out of that blanket. Smugness missed! But yes, +1friend get for Draco.] Isn't that the truth? I wouldn't wish this kind of luck on anyone.

[Burrowing further into his blanket, and yeah, maybe chuckling just a little. What the hell, world.] Oh, I'm sure you would have wished it on me when we were kids...if only because vice versa. It's a bit strange sometimes, isn't it? Knowing that you and I are leading similar lives. It's...I don't know. ["Reassuring? Less pathetic? Dark Arts neither of us know about?"]

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[Draco Malfoy and the Action of Draco's Mun Loving Harry's Mun for Being Just As Awesome]

[Harry Potter and the Action of Totally Loving the Mutual Awesomeness]

[Draco Malfoy and the Action of Being Reminded He's Freezing Cold]

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[Harry Potter and the Action of Punching Livejournal in the Balls]

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[Harry Potter and the Action of Hating the Act of Giving LJ More Money]

[Draco Malfoy and the Action of Being Oblivious to How Weird This Could Be]

[Harry Potter and the Action of Also Being Oblivious to How Weird This Could Be]

[Draco Malfoy and the Action of Thinking He Should Be Getting Paid To Strip]

[Harry Potter and the Action of Thinking He Probably Should've Thought This Through]

[Draco Malfoy and the Action of Not Noticing Harry Got To Play Ceiling Cat For a Bit]

[Harry Potter and the Action of Wishing He Hadn't Been Ceiling Cat]

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[Harry Potter and the Action of Feeling Relieved, at Least a Little Bit]

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[Harry Potter and the Action of Feeling Grateful]

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[Harry Potter and the Action of Possibly Relaxing A Bit]

[Draco Malfoy and the Action of Feeling a Bit Smug Right Now]

[Harry Potter and the Action of Being Oblivious to That Smugness]

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