"WHAT?"

"It is most unfortunate, Master Malfoy, but we must…"

"WHAT?"

"We must correct the protrusion before it gets any worse…and Mr Potter's…"

"WHAT?"

"Mr Potter's spell unfortunately cannot...OUCH FUCK!!" A shrill shriek of pain.

"WHAT?"

"As I was saying," the medi-wizard slowly backs away, "Mr Potter's spell cannot be taken off nor will it shed after time, so…"

"So WHAT?"

"So we must use…er…a muggle contraption…"

Silence.

"…muggle contraption?..." A deadly hiss.

Gulp. "Yes, they're called…" Flip. Flip. Flip. "Ah…yes…braces."

"And…?" Teeth clenched in barely controlled anger.

Gulp. "Well, whattheydoisthattheystrapitaroundyourteeth!" Flinch.

"Speak clearly, fuckwit."

"You strap…the…um….a piece of metal around your teeth."

"So you are saying…" One step towards the medi-wizard, "THAT THIS SHIT IS FUCKING VISIBLE?"

"Well…yes…to put it plainly…" Gulp.

"Well, you're a fucking wizard aren't you? I demand that you place an invisibility spell upon it until it can be taken off."

"But, Master Malfoy, there is a slight problem…"

"And what might that be?"

"Professor Dumbledore has charmed the piece of metal so that it is uncharmeable."

"THAT OLD FUCKER DID WHAT?"

The medi-wizard muttered under his breath. "Well, you did place the engorgement spell upon Mr. Potter's reproductive organ."

"oh…"

Silence.

"Master Malfoy?" A wary voice.

"OH…"

Silence. The medi-wizard stepped closer to the door.

"My devilishly handsome face…" Draco collapsed onto the floor in an ungraceful, crumpled heap.

"Master Malfoy, you will only have to wear it for one week…" The medi-wizard resisted an urge to roll his eyes.

"OH…"

Silence.

"My dashingly beautiful face..."

"I understand your distress…but...."

"OH…"

Silence.

"This perfect piece of artwork MARRED by a piece of ugly metal…terrible…terrible waste…"

The medi-wizard examined Draco critically. He was indeed an extremely beautiful boy with stormy grey…no…silver eyes lined with dark charcoal lashes. His straight aristocratic nose set in the center of his face. Below were full, feminine lips. Strands of golden hair framed the face which appeared to be a lustrous shade of pearl in the sun. Was is makeup? The medi-wizard had no idea but considering the rumours on the blonde's questionable sexuality, Draco may have an affinity for such beauty products. Rather feminine, yet at the same time, extremely masculine. A very angelic face…

"NOOOOOOOOO…..!!!!!!!" OK, scrap the angelic bit.

Draco was throwing a tantrum. The medi-wizard seemed alarmed and moved with inhuman speed towards the door. He rushed out of the room, knowing Draco was about to unleash his pent-up dose of fury.

Draco ran out of the room. He was going to find that Potter and this time, Potter wouldn't escape his wrathful clutch seeing that he would be currently having an enormous problem between his legs.

"POTTER, IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT I'M GETTING FUCKINB BRACES!!!!!!!!!!"