THC
Round 7
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House: Slytherin
Class: Herbology
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Word] Bazinga
Word count: 967
Beta's: gingerdream, Charlie9646, StoryPlease
Draco stirs, his brain awake while the rest of him had been trying to get some much-needed sleep. It was the beginning of the third year, and while he was trying to cement his reputation, and keep his family name in check, doing everything a Malfoy should be doing, he couldn't help but want to be a normal teenager too.
So while he was still young, he could get away with pretty much anything. Right? He could put it to the test, at least.
He smirked, as he woke up his close friends, telling them to be quiet as they made their way to the common room. He didn't bother with Crabbe and Goyle, however. Try waking them up in their sleep and see what happens. That's right, nothing. Nothing happened.
"What are we doing up at this ridiculous time, Draco? I need my beauty sleep!" Blaise grumbled, complaining as he sat down on the sofa closest to the fire.
"I don't see why you had to wake us up. I was having a great dream about–" Theo started, but was interrupted.
"Look, guys. I've had a word in my head all day and now all night. So I think you should suffer with me," Draco explained, a smirk on his face as he studied their reactions. Theo looked bored, like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. Blaise, however, looked appalled. His mouth was agape, hanging open as his hands hovered over his heart in offence.
"I swear Draco if you woke me up just for–"
"I did. So what?" Draco interrupted, challenging Blaise, who glared at him tiredly in response.
"Alright, I'll bite," Blaise replied, giving in, the glare subsiding into a soft smile. "What was the word?"
Draco grinned, rubbing the palm of his hands together as an idea formed in his head. "Bazinga!" He said, dramatically. "And I've got a dare for you both if you choose to accept it."
He knew they wouldn't back down from a challenge, even Theo looked slightly less bored than he had a few minutes ago, while he had received Blaise's attention almost immediately.
"We accept –"
"You haven't even heard…" Draco trailed off, shrugging sheepishly. "Alright, on your own heads be it!"
The next morning, the trio sat together in Charms. Draco was running on adrenaline and a cup of coffee from this morning's breakfast. As he thought about it, it was probably not a good idea. But he didn't care, as he smirked at Blaise who winked back at him in response.
"Today we are going to be learning the fire-making spell. Now, who can tell me the incarnation of said spell?" Professor Flitwick asked, standing on his pile of books looking out to see which children had their hands up in the air.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy?"
"The incarnation of the Fire-Making spell is Incendio, a charm that conjures a set of flames to set things alight. If someone were to get a word in your head, like, bazinga, for example, and you wanted to get them back, you could set fire to their hair–"
"Thank you, Mr Malfoy, for that very detailed description," Professor Flitwick interrupted, "Ten points to Slytherin. Now…"
Draco held back a smile as he did a secret handshake with Blaise from underneath the wooden desk, and he could hear sniggering from Theo as they tried not to laugh.
"1-0 to me, boys, I'd like to try and see you do one better," Draco said, his voice just above a whisper, excitedly. Their dare had been quite simple. See how often they can say the word bazinga and how long they can get away with it without anyone questioning them.
It was genius if he did say so himself.
"Can anyone tell me what offensive spells are?" Professor Lupin asks, scanning his eyes around the room, surprisingly landing on a trip of Slytherin boys who had their hands up. "Mr Nott?"
"Offensive spells are used to attack another witch or wizard. For example, if someone were to be really clumsy and somehow managed to drop all of your books in the library, or be really annoying and use the word bazinga when you told them not to, then one would use a Leg-Locker curse on them," Theo said all in one breath, with a smirk sent in the direction of Neville Longbottom, whose's eyes widened in realisation.
"Thank you for that detailed response, Mr Nott," Professor Lupin said, unable to hide his confusion. "Five points to Slytherin."
"You scared Longbottom as well, nice one," Draco whispered to Theo, high-fiving him with a wide smirk on his face.
"This will be interesting, it's back to you, Draco," Blaise said, after doing his part of the dare and saying the word twice, they were now in Potions with Professor Snape. He didn't feel sorry for Draco whatsoever.
"Shut up," Draco replied, glaring half-heartedly at his friend as he tried to decide the best way to complete his dare. He, of course, had to get the most difficult one of all. Perhaps it was karma for making them do the dares in the first place.
"And what ingredients are needed to make— yes, Mr Malfoy?" Professor Snape drawled out, in a tedious, tired tone.
"If someone were annoyed with someone else, Sir. Like they used the word bazinga, and it… uh. Frustrated you, could you use this potion to get back at them?"
"Mr Malfoy, I don't know what is with you today, but if I hear about you and your friends using the word bazinga one more time, I will make your lives a living hell. Do you understand?"
Draco paled, swallowing the lump in his throat, and ignored the silent sniggering coming from his friends.
"I understand, Sir."