AN: Here's the last chapter! An extra long one because I didn't know where to split it. I want to again thank my beta skaterofthebooks for being brilliant :) and thankyou to everyone who has reviewed or added this story to their favourites, it really makes my day :D
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The Prank That Delivered, Chapter 10: Buck-toothed
This time Malfoy heard the spell being cast. He whirled around, hoping to catch his attacker in the act. Hastily he pulled out his wand, attempting to stop the spell from hitting him, but he was too late; already he could feel the spell taking affect.
At first his features were overcome with shock, his eyes large, round orbs in his gobsmacked face. Then his expression contorted in pain as his mouth stretched open, his eyes however were still straining to scan the shadows, seeking the spell's caster.
Eventually though, as his eyes began to water, he squeezed them closed, giving in to the throbbing pain.
Fred and George watched from mere footsteps away, trying to restrain the laughter spilling out of them at his comical expressions. However, when the spell took full effect, they had difficulty controlling themselves.
Malfoy's head was thrown back, his mouth wide open as if he were laughing. But the expression on his face told a different story and the twins knew he found nothing about the situation even slightly amusing. He was baring his small, white teeth at the Fred and George, grinding them together in agony. Then right before their eyes, his two front teeth seemed to swell. They stretched out over his lip, reaching out of his mouth and extending past his chin.
Malfoy bent double in pain as his teeth continued to spurt forward. Fred neatly sidestepped him and headed out across the street, weaving in and out of the clusters of students that littered the pavement, all the while keeping one eye on entrance to the passage where his red-headed ally and the buck-toothed, boil-covered boy remained hidden.
George prodded Malfoy forcefully with his wand and so Malfoy, reluctant to be on the receiving end of any more jinxes or curses, stepped away, staggering slightly under the weight of his new additions. His teeth had now reached his collar and were still growing, although at a slightly less rapid rate now. George jabbed the Slytherin again with his wand, causing him to step hastily backwards again and nearly losing his footing. Stumbled on the slippery cobbles, Malfoy kept his balance by clawing at the stone walls. He began scrabbling around in his pockets, pulling out the pink bag when he remembered the fate of his wand. George continued poking him and Malfoy continued to retreat until he was out of the passage and into the open, clutching the sparkly accessory in front of his chest as if hoping it could protect him.
He pulled his cloaked up around him and tried to hide his boil-covered face and chest-length front teeth. George grabbed him by the shoulders, delighting in the terrified look on Malfoy's face as he remembered he was still under the Disillusionment charm.
'That was for calling Hermione buck-toothed.' He hissed, his spit spraying across Malfoy's face. George gave him a firm push causing Malfoy to slip. He fell backwards onto the cold stone for the second time that day.
Fred watched as bypassing students came to a halt peering curiously at Malfoy as he lay sprawled out on the pavement. Groups of onlookers had gathered in nearby shop windows and Fred could see them whispering animatedly to each other as they craned their necks to see what the commotion was. Pushing his way through the small crowd surrounding Malfoy, Fred saw him quickly leap to his feet and try to shuffle out of the circle and away from all the spectators. However he was blocked by a still concealed George, who sent him spinning in the other direction, right towards Fred.
Aiming his wand at Malfoy Fred muttered, 'Tarantallegra!' quietly so he would not be overheard by the third years stood behind him.
The effect was immediate. Malfoy's legs started to move in a complicated quickstep, pulling him this way and that at a lively tempo. He nearly lost his balance trying to keep up with the speed at which his nimble feet were moving. They kicked and twirled beneath him, causing him to nearly topple over into a bunch of fourth year girls, who were in hysterics at his elaborate footwork. His fingers were only just managing to stay clasped around the handle of the bag which he still believed to be his wand, as his legs forced him to prance around in circles.
More and more students were gathering round Malfoy as his feet continued to tap to a beat it appeared only he could hear. His face held a look of great intensity as if he was trying, be sheer will power, to stop his feet from moving. Beads of sweat, caused by his vigorous concentration, appeared on his brow and made their way down his blushing cheeks.
After a few minutes, George took pity on the poor guy and decided to end his exhaustion. 'Impedimenta!' He cried, quite forgetting he was meant to be invisible and causing heads to turn towards him at the sound of his voice. But the onlooker were not distracted for long as the spell had cause Malfoy to freeze mid-sashay, resulting in him being stuck in a rather hilarious position.
With one foot out to the side, mid-kick and his toes pointed daintily, his bottom half looked like a ballerina's, however he was glaring furiously at his feet and had his hands balled into fists and outstretched on either side of him as if searching for the power to make his feet stop. In his right hand the pink bag still swung much to the amusement of the Weasley twins and the other Hogwarts students.
One daring fifth-year Gryffindor ran up and poked Malfoy in the side. When this brought no reaction from him the crowd laughed. A group of mischievous Gryffindor second years began throwing leaves at him and a couple hurled insults towards him, but most of the students were in hysterics. In fact the only one who wasn't enjoying himself was probably Malfoy, who was feeling a mixture of embarrassment and rage.
Fred and George simultaneously took their disillusionment charms off and took sweeping bows, to the roar of the crowd. Harry, Ron and Hermione ran over at once when they realised who was behind the masterful plan. Hermione, with a disapproving look on her face, but boys offered the twins hearty congratulations on their incredible prank.
Lee Jordan came jogging over with Angelina Johnson, both with admiring looks on their faces as Lee yelled, 'Three cheers for Fred and George!' and the crowd erupted with yells and applause.
Students were still laughing long after they had left Hogsmeade and were making their way back up towards the castle.
When Malfoy entered the Great Hall for dinner that night, Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws alike, let rip loud guffaws and chortled heartily till their sides ached and tears ran down their face. They finally gained control of themselves before the food was served. Although every now and then someone would catch sight of Malfoy and burst into laughter all over again at the recollection of him stood in the centre of Hogsmeade as a frozen ballerina with a glittery handbag came back to them.
'Definitely one of our best yet, George' stated Fred, a smug smile plastered on his face
'Definitely Fred!' George agreed whole-heartedly, 'Did you see his face?' He exclaimed and they burst in to fresh peals of laughter as they recalled the look of complete terror on the usually superior and haughty Slytherin's face. They headed back towards the common room after dinner was over, still hooting with laughter and knowing that this one would be told and retold for years to come.