Spread the Anguish:
It was a chilly October night, and Harry had naively let himself get talked into another one of Fred and George's schemes. They flew through the night sky filling every other house with shadow creatures that disappeared as quickly as they appeared (not one of their best schemes they admit, but it was very entertaining to watch the muggles run screaming).
They arrived back at Hogwart's still grinning. They tipped toed back to the common room and for a minute sat back on the couch indulging in a false sense of victory. Within moments they were being summoned to Dumbledore's chamber. As they walked down the hall towards Dumbledore's chamber, Fred and George were already planning their apology speech. Dumbledore was far from pleased when the three piled into his chambers (likely from being forced to climb off of his lover at 1 in the morning). He glared at the boys long and hard, deciding their punishments. After a moment or two he had finally thought of a punishment fitting of his level of annoyance. As punishment, Fred and George were stripped of their magic and everything they owned for a week and force to live in a cottage out in the Dark Forest, away from any that they could possibly use to cause mischief. Harry too was kicked out of his room and stripped of his magic for a week, but he was sent somewhere, that was in his opinion, far worse.
Draco opened his door the next morning, to find Harry sleeping in a tent outside his door. "Are you bloody insane Potter? I know you worship the ground I walk on, but what makes you think you are worthy to sleep outside my door?"He boasted. Harry rubbed his eyes lazily, then glared at him. "Get over yourself Malfoy. I'm not happy about this either, but I have no choice. Dumbledore is making me do this." Harry snapped. "Dumbledore's little pet. Too scared to ever disobey his master" Draco mumbled while walking away. Harry was expecting that kind of reaction from Draco, but formulating a plan of revenge anyway.
Draco came back to find Harry leaning on his door with an odd grin on his face. He walked closer to Harry, eager to slap the grin off his face. As soon as he got close enough, Harry pounced on him like a wild animal. He clung to him and squealed like a frantic fan girl. Harry was very disgusted with himself, but was enjoying the sheer terror and confusion that was plastered all over Malfoy's face. Once he was sure that Draco was disturbed to no return, he let him go.