Chapter 3
It all had started with a game.
"Im bored!" Draco exclaimed one sunday afternoon in the Slytherin common room as he stretched out on the green leather couch.
"What do you want me to do about it?" an annoyed Blaise Zabini had responded from the other couch.
"I don't know, tell me something funny or something."
"A warlock, a goblin and a house elf walked into a bar…" Blaise began
"Oh come on man! Something true! Any juicy gossip?"
"Come on yourself, do I look like your personal entertainer?"
"You're words not mine!"
"Turd. Well… I heard Potty is dating that inbred weasel girl."
"Already knew that one, Pansy told me last week and who cares about who The Chosen Potty is playing hide the broomstick with anyway?"
Blaise smiled approvingly.
"Hey, you asked…"
"What about little miss know-it-all?"
"What about her?" Blaise looked suspiciously at Draco.
"No reason, just looking for something to hold over her bushy head. You know how much I enjoy pulling the legs of these pompous Gryffs. Mudblood is getting tired and old. It seams to have lost it's effect. Any news at all ?" Draco tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"I know. Other than shes keeps trumphing me on every potion assignment this year, there's nothing new. But what if you…eh ..i don't know..pull her leg for real? "
"What are you talking about?"
"Sorry, Im getting tired and out of ideas."
"No…I think you're on to something." Draco sat up straight.
"Do tell.."
"What if we make this interesting? Who can bug little beaver the most? Without getting caught of course. Really mess her mind up you know. We could turn it into a game with challenges and scores."
"Im listening…"
"I think I've found a perfect use for my concealment charm Ive been working on! " Draco said triumphantly.
"You know, I really like the sound of this. I think you've outdone yourself this time, Malfoy."
"Thank you! I appreciate that very much, Zabini." Draco said and made an elaborate little bow. They both sniggered.
And then the ball was in motion. Like a marble collecting spit and dirt.
