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3. Get the job as the Quidditch commentator, and announce that Harry Potter has AIDS and that we all give him our sympathy.
This one should be fun, Draco thought as he made his way to the Headmaster's office. He had waited several days, until a match with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff took place. Even for Blaise's stupid list he wouldn't miss playing in a Slytherin match.
He was soon standing before the gargoyle, which asked him for the password. He realized that this was the only flaw in his plan. He would have to guess.
"Umm...Harry Potter?" He asked. To his surprise the Gargoyle gestured for him to proceed.
"Figures." Draco muttered under his breath as he was lifted up to the office.
"Mr. Malfoy. Enter." He heard the old man say. He opened the door and walked in.
"What brings you to my office today? Hexing more first years?" Dumbledore asked looking rather exasperated.
"As a matter of fact, no. And that was self-inflicted!" Draco defended himself.
"I'm sure. So what does bring you here then?" Dumbledore asked.
"I want to commentate on today's game. " Draco stated simply.
"Alright have fun." The aged man said smiling at Draco.
"Really? That easy?", Draco asked.
"Yes, it seems that Lee Jordan has had a most unfortunate injury and can not make it to the game...You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?" Dumbledore asked, giving Draco an annoyingly suspicious look.
Draco made a hmph noise and glared at the headmaster.
"I am offended by that accusation!" He said, and as he turned to exit the office he smiled to himself.
Two hours later the game was about to begin. Draco stood where Lee Jordan usually would.
With a sudden noise, Madame Hooch blew the whistle and the players kicked off into the air.
"They're flying now... People are throwing things at each other...Slytherin is much better at this..." Draco started. He had never realized how fast paced the game was until he was expected to narrate it.
"Somebody knock a Gryffindor off!...Sorry Professor...Oh look Potter's seen the snitch." He announced. He decided that if he didn't say it soon Blaise would get impatient.
"Fellow, students I would like to take this time to announce that Harry Potter has AIDS and we would all like to give him our sympathy, and we hope he lives a full happy life. " Draco said as genuinely as he could, and the audience erupted in gasps. Harry had paused right in pursuit of the Snitch. His face turned completely red. Draco tried was trying as hard as he could to contain his laughter, when he noticed something odd. Potter seemed to be turning his broom around.
"Oh, bloody hell..." Draco muttered as he realized what was happening. Harry was flying as fast as possible in his direction. Draco tried in vain to protect his face with his arms, as Harry crashed into him and tackled him to the ground. Before harry could do anything Draco grabbed his want and shouted "Eat Slugs!"
Potters face turned positively green. Draco was started to think that this was probably not the best spell to use, as Harry was still on top of him.
With a sickening Bleh sound, a large slimy slug was produced from Harry's mouth and fell right onto Draco's face.
