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-From Consort Tournament Chapter 5 ending and beginning of Chapter 6, I made mention of Harry saving Draco from a situation involving, butter, spiders, and a glue stick, which was what prompted Draco to offer his assistance to Harry should he need it.
-Sam Puckett inspired part of this chapter.
Harry had been planning a prank. It was very elaborate and was a sort of retaliation toward one of the upper year Ravenclaws for how they had treated his friend Luna.
Since magicals tended to use magic only to solve their problems, his plan would be done the Muggle way.
Like the portrait of Sirius' mum. She had been loud and annoying, screaming obscenities at anyone who wasn't Pureblooded. Sirius had tried everything for years, to get her off the bloody wall, but no spells had worked.
Harry had gone over to stay one summer, and cut the canvas of the portrait out, leaving a blank space where Walburga Black once resided. All he had used was a plain kitchen knife, nothing super special.
Harry had experience using Muggle methods to achieve his goals, and this was his plan.
The sticking charm had a reversal spell, so Harry planned to stick some things together with a glue stick, that way when they tried to reverse the spell, it didn't work.
The glue was supposedly heavy duty as well, so he expected for his prank to last a long time.
In his other hand was a stocking, which would soon be filled with butter.
Yes, it was going to be used as a weapon, though not on anyone. More on their belongings. Still, that was the second part of the plan, and it would be glorious!
All Harry had to do was get his hands on some butter.
In the Hogwarts Kitchens, the House Elves greeted him with wide smiles. They had been good assistants and dear friends to him over his years of attendance, so seeing him visit wasn't anything they hadn't seen before. They didn't question him either. Not anymore.
"Do any of you have some butter to spare?" he asked quietly, making sure that he didn't look suspicious. Or at least, he hoped he didn't.
One of the Elves popped on over, holding out a small plate full of butter. He thanked her, and turned to leave, only to find himself being bumped into.
The plate of butter fell, with butter crashing to the floor, along with the stocking and the glue stick.
Harry had managed to prevent himself from falling, though he was annoyed.
And who should be the one to knock into him? Draco Malfoy, holding a jar of spiders?
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?"
The blond scoffed. "What about you? What could you need so much butter for?"
"Popcorn," the brunet murmured blandly, much to the blond's confusion.
Malfoy looked down, and quirked a brow at the stocking. "Showing some interests in new things, Potter?"
"Perhaps," Harry said with a smirk, throwing his fellow third year off guard.
Malfoy placed his jar under his arm, and bent down. Harry thought he'd take the butter covered stocking, but instead, he grabbed the glue stick.
"What is this?" he murmured, looking it over. "This doesn't look magical? What is 'ga-lue'?"
Harry sighed. "Glue," he corrected. "It's an adhesive substance that Muggles use in order to stick things together. More effective than a sticking charm, because it can't be undone immediately with a charm."
He held out his hand, demanding its return, but Malfoy was busy opening it. He didn't even know what it was, but he had somehow worked out how to open it without a problem. Harry could never understand people at times.
"The white part is this adhesive substance?"
"Yeah. Give it back."
"Wait a tick."
Malfoy rubbed the fingers of his free hand over the glue and frowned. "This feels strange."
Harry had to stand and watch as Draco Malfoy, Pureblood son of one of the Dark Lord's Inner Circle Knights, played with a stick of Muggle glue. It wasn't something he had expected, and yet it was kind of funny all the same.
"Potter, help me! I can't get it off!" the blond hissed, looking panicked.
Malfoy began to wipe his hands off on his clothes and over parts of his body.
Harry yanked the stick from his hands so he could cap it off.
Malfoy's struggles caused him to frantically begin spinning in a circle, trying to get the glue off of himself.
It all happened in slow motion. The blond spun, he stepped on the melting butter, and slipped. He fell backward and his jar went flying upward, slamming into the ceiling and breaking.
Harry ducked out of the way as spiders reigned down upon them, and Malfoy's screams of terror filled the room.
Harry dusted himself off just to be safe, and found himself staring at Draco Malfoy, who was rolling around on the floor, his hands and random spots of his clothing covered in spiders. He was screaming something fierce and begging for any kind of assistance.
Remembering his attempt at building a rapport with the Acromantulas in the Dark Forest, Harry raised his wand and incanted, "Arania Exumai!"
The spiders were blasted away, as the nature of the spell intended, and Malfoy relaxed into the pile of butter and broken glass. Small shards could be seen sticking out of his left forearm, and he looked to be in pain, but no longer terrified.
Harry vanished the mess immediately, and knelt by the other boy's side, where he proceeded to check him for other possible wounds.
Explaining this to Madam Pomfrey would not be beneficial. How would either of them explain themselves without getting caught? No, it was simply best to deal with this here and now.
Placing his wand to the blond's arm, he slowly covered it with water, and began the slow process of summoning the pieces of glass one at a time.
"Sorry," he murmured. "I'm trying to do this quickly. Just hold still."
Another round of water cleaned off any lingering dirt, and a murmured healing spell, sealed up the individual cuts from the glass.
Except for the mess of his clothing, Malfoy was as good as new.
"Heir Potter, I swear to Merlin, if you ever need my help for anything, just ask and I will do my absolute best to aid you."
Though shocked by the somewhat formal declaration, Harry responded in kind, as would be expected of him in such a situation. "Heir Malfoy, your offer is acknowledged and accepted."
After a few moments of intense discomfort, where the House Elves managed to collect all of Malfoy's spiders, and fetch more butter for Harry, the two went their separate ways.
Harry resolved not to think on it any further, because he had an idiot to prank, and a butter stocking to use.
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