A/N: I'm mean, leaving you on a cliff-hanger, I know. But it really wasn't that bad. Anyway, I know it may be a bit juvenile, but I feel like that's what Harry needs right now. Stupid, baby humiliation. But hilarious all the same. Review cyberchocolate goes to: vmj9420, HufflepuffQueen321, Cody does Ships and Fanfics, You-Thought-low-key-fangirling. Thank you, guys, so much for reviewing! I've got a nice long chapter in return, as well as the cyberchocolate. Ok, on with the story.
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Harry ran down the hall in fits of laughter, pursued by Draco and his angrily shouted spells. "Potter! You can't escape me forever! You are SO DEAD!" Finally, Harry reached a dead end, and quickly came face-to-face with Draco and many excited onlookers. "Get him, Harry!" "Yeah, do him one!" "I believe I you, Harry!" "Mate, that was hilarious." And a few others, too: "Do it for Slytherin, Draco!" "This is your chance to get him back!". Draco slowly advanced, wand in hand. Harry had never seen him so humiliated and angry. Harry grinned. "What's wrong? Did I get you the wrong size?" Draco growled. "That's it." He ran at Harry, and Harry braced himself for a fight… But Draco stopped. Looking round at the students cheering, exchanging money, laughing. He cursed under his breath and took something out of his pocket. "Potter, catch!" Harry's seeker instincts kicked in, grabbing the ball with one hand. Draco suddenly embraced him. What? "Shit." Was all he thought as he felt the familiar pull of a Portkey.
Disorientated from the portkey, Harry leant against the cool stone wall. He was suddenly aware of Draco still embracing him. Despite it all, he felt a blush creep across his face. But it was over quickly, as Harry felt a hard, angry fist slam into him. Twice. "Damn you, Potter. Get rid of this. Now." Harry got up, grimacing in pain. "What?" A hard slap. "Fine. I'm done now anyway."
Harry muttered an inaudible spell and Draco's clothes were restored. "How did you get us up here?" Draco smirked. "My portkey. I use it to bring girls up here sometimes. The astronomy tower. I get a LOT of action, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes." Sure, Malfoy." Malfoy looked sideways at Harry. "You know…it's not just girls. "Harry's eyes widened. "You-you're-?"
Malfoy looked regretful." Not exactly. Why, Potter? Jealous?" Harry laughed, but his cheeks matched Draco's. He didn't respond and they both stood there, Draco still pressed against him. Then Harry laughed again, Draco straightened up and it was as if nothing happened at all. "Listen Potter… if you tell anyone, I swear I will murder you. I swear." Harry gulped. "Sure. Whatever." He said nervously. "Anyway… what the hell was that? Your idea of a prank?" said Draco. His swagger was back, along with his clothes. "Um, yeah. Unless you're gonna pretend I didn't just embarrass you massively." Draco's cheeks went a pale pink. "Anyway, you messed with the wrong wizard, Potter. I take that as a challenge." "Good Luck." "I won't be needing it." "Whatever." Harry walked towards the stairs. "Oh, and Potter?" Harry turned, and got hit by another fist. Hard. "Fuck you." And Draco was gone. "How the hell is he even doing that?" muttered Harry, and he made his way down the stairs.
-DM-
Draco apparated into the Slytherin common room. Yeah, he could apparate. Most people didn't realise how weak the apparition wards were, and with some practice he could go where he liked. Some people giggled when he came in, but it was a safe place for now. He sat down at the sofa after scaring away some first years (like you do) and looked around. "Blaise! Pansy!" he yelled into a corner. They walked over. "Revenge plans, library, now."
-HP-
Harry stumbled into the Gryffindor common room to a resounding cheer. "Great job Harry!" "Nice one!" "Priceless!"
Only to come face to face with McGonagall. "Mr Potter. I suppose you thought something so irresponsible would actually achieve something?" "Professor, I- ""No, I don't want to hear it. Go get those bruises checked and double the length of that essay you owe me, and this will be the end of it." Harry blinked. "GO ON THEN!" she shouted, exasperated. Harry grinned up at the woman, seeing the twinkle in her eye. "Yes ma'am." He saluted. And with that McGonagall swept out to more cheers.
-DM-
"Ok. Any ideas straight off?" Silence. "Pansy?" sighed Draco. She looked sheepish. "Maybe…push him down the stairs? Polyjuice potion? Bat-bogie hex?" Draco slammed his fist. "NO! No. It must be bigger. Humiliating. PAINFUL!" Pansy grumbled something about pain and looked at her shoes. "Come on guys! Where is that Slytherin cunning? What are you, a bunch of half-baked HuffleDweebs?" Blaise shuffled in his seat. "I have one idea…but it's pretty big for so early On, Draco. We should wait…" Draco leant forward. "I'm listening, Blaise. Go on." Blaise grinned, an edge to his smile.
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"What next?" Harry asked the twins. The twins stared at him. "Nothing." they chorused. Harry stared blankly. "What? But-that-it was great!" The twins smirked. "Yeah, we all saw Draco hug you in the corridor before you disappeared." Harry went red. "I-we-he- "he stuttered. "Whatever, Harry. It's his move, not ours. You've got to wait until he gets you back!" Harry looked incredulous. "What? What logic is that? I'm not waiting around to be pranked!"
"You've got to. It's prankers etiquette. Like in Chess? One move per turn." George explained slowly, as if Harry were a stupid child. Fred put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "We'll just have to hope Malfoy is bad at pranks and plays fair." They walked off laughing. "Well shit." Harry thought, and collapsed on the sofa to finish his double-length essay.
-DM-
Draco cackled. Actually cackled. "Blaise, that's great. But when do we strike? I won't wait any longer than a week for that golden boy to turn red for once." Blaise considered this. "Two days, then. Thursday. I can prepare it, with your help." he said. "Deal." Smirked Draco, already drawing up a plan.
Thursday:
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Harry had been on edge all week since the prank. The twins had conveniently forgot to mention that the whole 'warn' thing would get people following him as well as Draco. People were expecting some major pranks, and Harry was sure that he was going to suffer one. In fact, he had been making a fool out of himself just by constantly jumping at little noises. It had got to the point where people would purposely jump out at him and Draco, just for the fun of it. Draco had been giving him snide looks all day, and Harry had braced himself.
2 hours later, 11:30am.
Harry felt a little better. He was pretty sure Draco was trying to freak him out. There wasn't a prank, Draco couldn't prepare a prank alone in so little time. (A/N: Oh, Harry. You stupid boy.) In fact, Harry took his free period as a chance to go down to the lake. He sat under a tree, and started reading a book Hermione had given him about basic math, saying he would be clueless otherwise. He was feeling productive, why not? Unfortunately, even the easiest math is tiring and Harry fell asleep.
-DM-
Draco rushed down the corridor with Blaise, carrying Harry's unconscious body. They'd spelled him after he fell asleep. Draco felt Harry's muscles and blushed a little. But the thought of the upcoming prank put a devilish smile on his face.
-HP-
Harry woke up to bright lights. Groaning, he went to sat up. This was when he realised that he was tied to the ceiling. Merlin's balls. Now frantic, Harry tried heaving himself away, but it was useless. His hands were tied with magical rope to a beam, and he was hanging there hopeless and humiliated. Then he realised he was in the Great Hall and that it was 10 minutes till Lunch. He tried spelling himself free, but it was no use. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks. Suddenly, Hermione walked in early. "Hermione!" he yelled. She looked up startled and noticed Harry. "Harry? What the- oh. Draco. "She giggled. "C'mon, Hermione. Get me down." She pointed her wand with a sigh but paused. "No." "NO?!" "No. You brought this on yourself. I warned you, but you never listen. Well, I hope you learn your lesson now. "And with that she walked away laughing. "HERMIONEEE!" Harry yelled, but to no avail. However, he did succeed in alerting a passing fourth-year to him. The kid widened his eyes, before running off shouting "POTTER'S TIED TO THE CEILING! POTTER'S TIED TO THE CEILING!"
People came rushing in, pointing, laughing. Some threw stuff, some yelled to others, some looked for Draco. But they were all focused on him. The teachers were in there too, eating. They did nothing, surprisingly. They appeared to have the same attitude as Hermione.