Title: Words will Knot

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or an of the characters or the song so sue me not for I have little except for this mind in my head.

Pairings: Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe

Author's Note: …I blame this on Auto, for making this pairing so endearing. x.x Just saw the movie, you can probably tell what scene this is inspired by.

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"I don't think I liked it very much."

"Mm. Yea…well.. it seemed to impress Zabini."

He sighed, his round face perplexed, a commonplace expression for him though he normally tried to avoid situations where he might need to think so much. It wasn't particularly nice to be confused while everyone else around you got what was going on.

"I don't know what the fuss was about either."

"Me neither. Are you going to eat that?"

"……..Yes. But I'll trade for your cranberry one."

The taller of the pair carefully weighed his options. His was bigger but the other had chocolate chips, which, in his opinion were better than berries. And if his companion truly wanted his one then it would make both of them a little happier.

"Sure."

They switched, cautious to avoid losing any crumbs and getting the ones that managed to slip pas by pinching them between their fingers.

"Draco didn't appear very happy."

"I wouldn't think he would be."

"Would it count as an insult?"

"…What?"

"He didn't like being down my pants."

Goyle shrugged, his mouth full at the moment. Conversation always flowed smoother when it was just them. No one else to rush the words along too quickly. It was difficult to keep up, especially when everyone had low expectations of what might leave their mouths. In fact, most thought things that went into those two never to reappear again.

"Nott was amused."

"Yea.:"

"But why?"

"Don't know."

"I'm always in my pants."

"People would complain otherwise."

"And they laugh when another person is?"

"I didn't."

"…Why not?"

"...Not sure."

They were honest with each other, as honest as they could be. After all, others didn't bother to care much about them and even their friend didn't provide the right answers all of the time.

"Well. You laugh when something is funny. You didn't laugh. Why?"

"..Guess I didn't much like him in your pants."

"It wasn't comfortable."

"Not sure why I didn't like it though."

The conversation was starting to veer off into two directions. Both fell silent.

Crabbe cleared his throat. "Why didn't you like it?"

"Already said I don't know."

"But you have to know, you're YOU."

"But I don't KNOW."

The boys clashed, deadlocked in an argument that they couldn't remember the roots of. It was important though, they knew that much even if that was all they knew. One huffed slightly while the other fidgeted in his chair. Words were tiresome, long and clingy, often the desired ones would slide away just when they were needed. What neither of them liked was how it was happening more frequently than ever.

"I'll tell you when I figure out. Promise."

Fin