When Things Go Slightly Wrong…
Blanket Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm a multi-billionaire with the most internationally famous franchise ever, whose entire life consists of writing fanfiction about my own series even though it's over, complete with the occasional OC. Yeah, I think not. By the way, sorry about any Americanisms I may have in here, I'm just too lazy to find what it actually is in Britain.
Chapter 1: The Cliff
Draco Malfoy hung by his fingertips off a cliff. He didn't know where it was, but he knew why he was there. This was his punishment for not fulfilling the task the Dark Lord had set for him. He didn't suppose anyone would be coming to his rescue, as no one knew he was there. If only he could help his new ally Harry…
"Draco!" he heard from not far away.
Recognizing the voice to belong to the boy he'd been thinking of not a minute ago, he cried out, "Here! I'm here, Harry!"
Harry's face appeared over the cliffside, a relieved expression gracing his features.
"I'm so glad you're here!" Draco said. "Help me out of this!"
Harry knelt down and held out his hand. Draco grasped it. Harry tried to pull him out, but he was too heavy. Suddenly, Draco's grip slipped.
"Hold on!" Harry ordered.
"I'm trying! Your hand's all sweaty," Draco replied.
Harry held out his other hand. "Give me your other hand."
"I don't know," Draco said worriedly.
"Do you want to get out or not, Draco?" Harry answered frustratedly.
Draco let go with his other hand – and fell.
Harry stared in horror at the spot where Draco Malfoy had just been.
"Oops."