Rating: NC -17 to R Pairing: So far DracoxHarry Disclaimer: No we do not own these lovable characters. We just like writing about them.
Summary: Harry's Seventh Year involve Weasley pranks galore and ultimate fuck ups that may or may not help him defeat the incoming fear of Voldemort.
It's not like I told him that he had to do it. I just told him that it would work, but I didn't think he'd do it. It was the beginning of a series of pranks and fuck ups that placed us in our current situation. It all started when my brother Fred decided to send me on a dare. . .
"I'm telling you George, if we are going to Hogwarts for our school reunion, we better think of something out of this world to be remembered by." Fred was telling me while dodging a couple of 5th year students on the train.
I sighed, "But what is there that we haven't done? I mean, we've pretty much caused about as much trouble as we can. I think we're in for early retirement."
Fred turned to look at me, "Are you losing your touch? Where is the man who helped me sneak a love potion into Snape's drink and had him fall for McGonagall? Is Miss Johnson fogging up your head or what?"
"Funny how a potion master didn't see that coming."
"This is what I'm talking-" Fred quickly stopped talking once he had full view of his latest victim. It's wasn't hard for the blond mop of hair to sell him out, but a plan started to place itself directly in a red heads mind. Draco Malfoy had no idea.
~+~+~+~ Fucked Up ~+~+~+~
There was nothing more fearful than Pansy crying. Seeing as Blaise was enjoying her tears, it didn't take long to find the cause. Yet Draco didn't know who to hurt worse seeing as they were both extremely annoying. His eyes followed outside, zoning out of the chaos to get at least some thinking in. With his father hounding him about an arrangement between him and Astoria Greengrass; he was under a lot of stress. He wasn't interested now, and he never will be. She wasn't much to entertain anyways.
What distracted him, was a pair of Weasley eyes. Years of being a Slytherin can teach you to locate and identify someone without having to look at them; yet he did raise an eyebrow at the the fact. Why would the Weasley twins stare at him. This was going to be an interesting last year at Hogwarts.
Mental meltdown meets what the fuck. At least that was currently going through Harry's mind when he decided to visit his girlfriend and realize that she wasn't completely over Dean Thomas. His head felt like it was about to explode into a million little pieces. In his rush to get back to his cubicle, he accidentally bumped into the twins. But as he tried to get away, Fred grabbed him by the collar and smiled, "What'cha up too?"
"Going back to my cubicle. Why?"
George laughed, "Really? Did you see something you didn't like out here?"
"If we are all talking about your sister then yes."
Fred took his role, "I hate to break the news to you, but we saw this coming."
"And you just happened to forget to tell me?"
"What? Tell you? Where is the fun in that?"
Rolling his eyes Harry grabbed the handle on the cubicle door, "Either you tell me what you want or get lost. I really don't need this right now."
Smiling and grabbing a hold of the door Fred began, "See, we have a proposition for you."
"A really good one." George added.
Raising his eyebrow in annoyance, Harry responded, "No."
"No?"
"Absolutely not!" Harry ended, slamming the door in the process. This didn't stop Fred, for he looked directly at George and nodded. The bet had begun just as the train was officially stopping at Hogwarts.
Everyone was entering the Grand Hall; some for their eighth time, while others for their first time. Harry avoided the hall, heading straight into the men's room. He just stared into the mirror. This was the start of the final year; the one where you were suppose to have the best days of your life. So much for that.
And to make matters worse, "Potter? Did you lose your way? The party's that way."
"I'd rather not be apart of it right now Malfoy."
Draco sneered, "But your the main attraction."
Harry placed his hands close to his wand, but Draco just went straight to business. The sneer never wiped off the blond's face. After he finished, Draco turned to Harry; placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't be too late. You don't want your friends to be worried now do you?"
Confused, Harry just stood there as Draco took his leave. A snicker followed the blond as he made his way out of the room, but he thought about one last comment, "So nice of Dean Thomas to take care of Miss Weasley. Right?"
A spell was thrown just as the door closed, and Draco went laughing with the last word. Oh yes this was going to be a great fucking year.