So in the midst of there dealings everyone seemed to have forgotten about Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived-to-annoy.So he'd decided to sneak away and tell hermione post haste about malfoy's plan and ron about his brother's apparent evilness when headless nick popped out of a wall to say hello. "WHY hello young potter!" he said rather loudly harry was convinced he was in cahoots. "WHATEVER are you doing in this deserted hallway?It's SUSPICIOUS." harry waved his arms frantically. "Ssssh!I just snuck away from a dirty deal so i'm going to warn the appropriate people, DON'T YOU DARE MESS IT UP!" oh bugger he'd just yelled that last part and now malfoy was running towards him with his two new hitmen in tow. "Not so fast potter!Petrificus Totalus." harry landed with a thud and a smug malfoy looked down on him. "Boys put him in a broom closet."
Fred and george stuck out their hands in typical bellboy fashion."What?" the twins grinned devilishly. "In our current deal we agreed to kill little ronny for the agreed price." said fred as he made the universal sign for money. "So in short, that'll be extra," his brother patted him on the back. "Mum always said you were the smart one." malfoy sighed and stare up at the ceiling as if it would give him all the answers he knew that deal was too simple. "Fine!Just put him in a bloody broom closet and you'll get your extra!" Fred pulled out a calculator (Or the magic equivalent, whatever.) and put in the numbers. "Plus physical labour that'll be...200 galleons, no cash or debit is accepted and all checks are scorned." he stowed it back into his pocket as he and george hoisted poor harry into an old, dusty broom closet that looked as though it hadn't been used for years.
What had malfoy gotten himself into?