Draco Malfoy Does Not Like Mice
Summary: alone in the Boy's Dormitory with a mouse, what is a poor Draco to do?
Draco might be a little OOC. But, I thought of this while steering clear of a mouse my cat needs to kill .
Clean out of the bath, Draco walked into the Boy's Dormitory with his discarded towel draped over his shoulders. He tossed his uniform on the bed, and stretched his arms, up until he heard his back pop comfortably.
Draco sighed, feeling relieved of the day's activities.
Now he could relax, and fall asleep a little earlier.
Going to push the covers away from his pillow, Draco was shocked to see a small puff of brown fur in the very middle. It twitched, and sniffed, and outstretched to reveal it's full form.
Oh god.
There was a mouse in Draco's bed.
He searched frantically for his wand, which, for some reason was nowhere to be found. Draco breathed in and out quickly, watching as the mouse started to advance down into his comforter.
The blonde yanked them off and threw them to the side, stepping on something slender, and long.
His wand.
Oh god, oh god…
"Petrificus Total-AHHH!" Draco leaped out of the way when the mouse scurried onto the wooden floor. He swallowed hard, the lump that formed in the back of his throat.
Fortunately, there was no one else around to see this.
In a zig-zag, came the mouse, as innocent as a button, towards Draco's feet. Poor Draco was frozen where he stood, hoping that if he didn't move, the mouse would not see him.
It was just his luck that mice didn't work that way.
"Shoo! Shoo!" he said with a shaky voice.
The mouse did not listen.
So, Draco, like a little girl, screamed and jumped on the bed.
"Stupefy!" he yelled.
It conveniently missed.
"Jelly legs!"
Once more.
"Get the hell out of here!"
That's not a spell, Draco.
Draco groaned, and watched the mouse turn back around. He mustered up his courage then, and leapt from the edge of the bed.
Closer it came, the more he wanted to bolt and run.
Draco had a choice.
He could either: use his wand and miss, again… Or, he could get over it, and step on the creature with his shoe.
Well, of course he wouldn't use the second choice.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
The little mouse, still just as innocent, stopped in its tracks and lay flat on the ground.
Draco sighed with relief, "W-wingardium leviosa." he said then, cautiously lifting the petrified mouse into the air.
He opened the door to the dormitory shortly after, and dropped the mouse down the stairs, where he was certain it could not come back and get him.
And for extra measures, Draco locked the door to the Dormitory, and sat on a chair, until the others poured in and readied for bed. (Someone had to of used Alohomora)
"I thought you were going to bed early." Blaise half-stated, half-asked, looking at his platinum blonde boy.
Draco sneered, rolling his eyes, "Distraction."
Note: Okay, that was a little pointless dilly dally I thought of. I hate mice, so why not Draco hate them too? Sorry if he was horribly OOC. How do you expect Draco to act when a mouse pops up in his bed?