Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Warning: You shouldn't read this. It's sick.
Pairing: None, yet.
Rating: Well, PG 13 for weirdness and headaches people tend to get when reading what I write.
Several unnecessary dispensable ideas for the amusement of innocent bystanders
Draco closed the door, walked through several dirty corridors, just to realize, that he had forgotten the one and only necessary thing he could forget.
It was dreadful!
Now he would have to wait another 5 minutes until he could perform his utterly bad and sick plan. Growling he turned around and made his way back to his room for the idiotic stick- his wand.
Everyone who saw him this very moment couldn't help but step back and shudder. Yes, little Draco was glaring one hell of a glare. It didn't go unnoticed by him that he met a 'lot' of students who would hide, but Draco just thought it must be the weather. People often reacted badly when storm came. That was what he had been reading once, as a little child, standing in the library of his lovely father.
He had been a bored child.
"Hn," he said the password. Yep, the Slytherins had never been that inferior as to think of unnecessary things as passwords, which could easily be ignored by the higher wizards.
Within another minute he had his 'stupid stick' and was almost running. I mind you that Draco runs always just almost. He is way too cool for running. He merely walks in a quick way, so to say.
When he passed the entrance to the great hall he couldn't help but smirk. His plan was…extraordinary sick. Yep, he was indeed starting to love his own brilliant mind- Not that he hadn't been in love with it earlier.
In fact he was standing there, rubbed his hands in a manically way and sniggered happily. Not that he was happy. Nope, he was just acting as if. We all know Draco is not a happy person right?
Right.
Then he realized that people started to stare at him. He stopped rubbing his hands and stopped sniggering and stopped standing still. He was bright, after all.
He took his wand out and did what he had intended to do: break it in two halves. After he had done that he walked calmly to the Slytherin table. There he took out some gold and screamed:
"Who wants some gold?!" He wasn't crazy. He was just…not him this day. Many students stood up and screamed, that yes, indeed they wanted the gold. Draco was smirked again.
"Well…everyone who helps me dragging this heavy, damned piece of…shit over there to the Gryffindor table will get a coin." People were following his orders and from this day on the Gryffindor and the Slytherin's table stood side by side.
-And people where way too lazy to drag the heavy wood back to its former place.