Harry and Ron strolled down the corridor to Quidditch practise, chatting away animatedly about whatever came to their heads when suddenly Draco Malfoy spotted them. Draco smirked evilly thinking about all the mean things he could do behind their backs.
He swooped quietly behind them, silently thanking his godfather for telling him about that particular spell and listened intently tot heir conversation.
"Yeh! I know! I think…"
"Yep. But the other…"
"I know!"
"And what about?"
Draco rolled his grey eyes in frustration, this conversation was ridiculous!
"Screwballs!" They bellowed in unison in front of him.
"You what?" he asked incredulously, "You poofs!"
Harry and Ron turned around in shock and stared at the blond, looking equally horrified and burst out laughing "What? It's not funny!" he cried stomping his foot fustratedly.
This made the brunette and redhead laugh even harder, causing Harry to lean against the wall to clutch his aching stomach.
"Ahaha- us? - poofs?- HAHAHAHA!" Ron gasped out. "Oh Merlin Malfoy, you just crack me up!"
"Huh? I haven't hurt you yet Weasley…"
Harry looked at the confused boy again and started to laugh weakly shaking his head and pounding his fist on the wall.
"Oh gods Ron. This is better then that time…" he gasped out.
"At the?"
"Yup, when we…"
"Haha! Yes! That was…"
"GREAT!" they both concluded ending in more laughter.
Draco sighed exasperatedly, "That is so gross. Will you stop doing that! It's… freaky" Draco said inching away from the manically smiling duo.
"Er… right then…" he continued to back away.
Ron looked at Harry mischievously
"Harry mate…"
"Yup."
"D'you remember when we went to that…"
"Muggle Pharmacy?"
"Yeh, and there was that girl and she sold us some…"
"Oh. Ohhh…" Harry's eyes widened dramatically as he remembered then narrowed down as he smirked at the frightened looking boy in front of him. "Oh."
Draco froze, this didn't sound too good… maybe he should start to run..
Harry and Ron backed he blond into a corner whilst dipping their hands into their pockets to bring out muggle nail varnish.
"Oh no. Oh no you don't Potter. Don't you dare come any closer… No. Don't. ARGHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Mwahaha…"
"Wow, Harry you've really perfected your evil cackle thing…"
"Really? Thanks…"
They both then turned and walked away, carrying on their… odd conversations to leave the Malfoy heir on the floor staring at his hands with disbelief.
"Fuchsia? Bright Fuchsia Pink?" he muttered under his breath, his hands covering his face, "Stupid wanker's, could have at least chosen a colour that looks good with my skin." he sighed.