Revenge is sweet
Boy's Bathroom
Harry and Malfoy bumped into each other. Literally. 'Watch where you're going, Potter.'
'Alright, Malfoy, let's settle this once and for all. Tomorrow, at the beginning of lunch, meet me in the third floor boy's bathroom. Be there, or be square.' Harry was so proud of himself for coming up with something to say that sounded cool.
'Fine. But don't bring the mudblood or the Weasel.'
'Then you can't bring the two airheads.'
So, that's how Harry and Malfoy ended up in the third floor boy's bathroom at lunchtime. Of coarse, Harry told Hermione and Ron about it, and also told them not to come. But, being the good friends that they are, and the fact that they both knew that Harry would be dead if they left him alone, they followed him.
Harry walked into the bathroom. Malfoy was already there.
'Wow, Potter, you actually showed.'
'Wow, Malfoy, you aren't with your two bodyguards.'
It was then that Ron and Hermione came in. 'Hey, Granger, I knew you were a boy!'
Hermione pointed her wand at him. Then, like a good little witch, she turned him into a toad. Not a frog, they don't have nearly enough warts.
Harry picked him up. 'What do we do with him now?' Then he spotted the toilet. 'I know.' So, Harry put the Malfoy/toad in the toilet and flushed. The only problem was that half way down, the spell wore off. Malfoy turned back into his normal sized self. So basically, he was stuck.
He would have remained that way, had Hagrid not needed the bathroom at that moment.
'Alright, you three, you might wanna clear out.' He sat down, and a minute later, Malfoy was unstuck. He emerged from the lake with poo and pee covered robes. His hair, usually slicked back, was now spiky. He walked back to school with all the dignity he had, which wasn't much.
Revenge is sweet.