It was a quiet day in the Slytherin Dungeons. Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson were quietly discussing spells when a scream, high and girlish, came from the boy's dorms. Draco Malfoy was the only one up there, since he had slept in, and so it stood to reason Draco was the one who had screamed. Rushing up the stairs, Blaise and Pansy found their friend hiding under his green duvet. "Dray?" asked Pansy, looking slightly worried. "Are you alright?" A whimper came from beneath the duvet, and Blaise pulled down the duvet and stared. "Don't look at me," wailed Draco. His normally blond hair was Weasley red, and he had freckles. "No, I told you not to look..."
Walking into the Great Hall, Draco had never felt so humiliated. The Weasley twins, Fred and George, yelled, "Our lost brother!" and ran up and hugged him. Harry Potter had fallen off the bench laughing.
Yes, thought Harry. It was a good idea to prank Malfoy.
I just thought I was being a little lazy, so here's to you to say I'm sorry! funky xxxx
