Harry and Dobby were sitting on his bed, discussing the fact that Harry had received a notice that the next CoMC's class would have thestrals in it,
"Well Dobby, this next class is bound to be interesting, what with Malfoy being so assured of his superiority as to ignore any and all advice given to him." Harry told his diminutive friend.
"What you means Harry Potter sir?" Dobby asked.
"Dobbs... Draco Malfoy seems bound and determined to look every gift horse in the mouth as if it's his right to ignore common sense." Harry said while shaking his head "I bet if you were to witness the class, you'll see exactly what I mean." he finished with a wry grin on his face.
We find the joint Slytherin/Gryffindor CoMC's class outside Hagrids hut chattering about the upcoming creatures, while waiting for Hagrid to come out with them.
Luckily for them they did not have long to wait, as they could see Hagrid coming out of the forest. Held in his hand were leather straps leading to apparently nothing.
Suddenly Hagrid, spoke up to the assembled students,
"These are my gif' ta ya sin' ah know mos'ta'ya 'ave ne'er noticed them before." he told the assembled students.
"Bah, just a bunch of dumb animals fawned over by their equally stupid caretaker!" Draco could be heard saying to his fellow Slytherins whom laughed at his statement.
Since Harry - who always seems to be around when Malfoy gets into one of his "holier than thou" moments - was near enough to hear decided (against his better judgement) to at least attempt to give some advice to the blonde young man,
"Just remember Malfoy... Never look a gift horse in the mouth." he said in a deadly serious voice.
Before Draco could respond in his usual trollish manner, Hagrid suddenly called his name,
"Mr. Malfoy, You'll be tha firs' ta pet 'em," Hagrid said to the young ponce "you be careful now, they're proud creatures." he warned.
Draco, as usual, completely disregard Harrys previous advice, and swaggered up to the one held tight in Hagrid hands and... stared the thestral dead in the eye, while speaking in a condescending manner,
"Bah, there's no way such a dumb beast like this horse could possibly be stupid enough to harm a Malfoy."
The thestral, head cocked to the side, decided then and there that Draco Malfoy would like the Michael Jackson treatment, and proceeded to bite his nose clean off his face.
The class frozen in shock at what just happened, could only stare in morbid fascination as the thestral made a show of slowly chewing - then swallowing - the young man's nose while staring him dead in the eye.
"So that's what master Harry Potter sir meant by looking a gift horse in the mouth." Dobby said in wonder.
A/N: meh, my fiance laughed at the premise so it's good enough for me. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!
