A/N: okay this chapter has more action than last 2 hope you enjoy R/R
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"Check mate," Ron shouted. "I win again. The famous Harry Potter beat, by me, a poor, lonely, pathetic Weasley. okay, that sounded better in my head"
"Can we do something else?" Harry asked.
"If you really want to," Ron said with a disappointed tone.
"Hello Potter, Weasley," I said. "Won again? Well, in that case I guess you deserve this," I said handing Weasley two of the candies.
"What do you mean deserve this?" Ron questioned.
"I bet Crabbe and Goyle that Harry would win, but if he didn't I would have to give you two of my best candies. So there, take them before I really regret this."
"Want one Harry?" Ron asked after greedily snatching them out of my hand.
"Okay," Harry said a little more suspicious.
At this I turned and left the table at which the two of them were sitting, and headed straight out the Great Hall doors. After only seconds of my departure I could hear a roar of laughter, and turned around to see what trouble I had caused.
Harry was shouting as his arms grew an extra four feet and lost their bones. Ron's features were not elongating like Harry's, and at first glance I didn't notice anything wrong. However, as I looked closer I noticed that his face was moving, his eyes were where his mouth and his nose was where his eyes were. And his features were constantly changing.
"Potter, Weasley, what are trying to pull? If you need some attention you should just ask for it," I said with a smirk as I approached them.
"Malfoy, this is all your fault. Where did you get those candies?" Harry shouted.
"Ahh, I would love to tell you but I've been sworn to secrecy. I suppose I could give you a hint." I restrained my laughter.
"Who, Malfoy?" Ron said.
"Did you not read the wrapper?" I said handing it to Ron who still had control over his arms.
"Fred and George? Fred and George, would never sell anything to you!" Ron's face was now the color of his hair.
"I never said they did, that was a hint. Now we best get you two to the hospital wing." I said taking the two of them away.
"What did you do to these two boys?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Nothing, they did it to themselves," I said with a smirk.
"That's not true," Harry said, arms wiggling around.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you care to tell me what happened?!"
"Well, my friends and I were watching Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley play chess. I bet that Potter would win. I lost so I had to give them two of my candies," I explained.
"That doesn't explain how Ron's face and Harry's arms got this way," she questioned.
"Well, I didn't realize it, but I gave them some of Fred and George's joke candies. Honest, I'm really sorry," I said casting her my angelic smile.
"Mr. Potter drink this," she said trying to hand him a glass, "Malfoy, why don't you help Potter with this," she said handing me the glass.
"Alright," I said starting to pour some of the liquid into his mouth. At that he spit the liquid out of his mouth on me.
"Potter, what are you trying to pull?" I said.
"Sorry," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"This won't hurt a bit," Madam Pomfrey assured Ron, "There all better."
Ron walked out with his face wrapped up in bandages, "Malfoy when I find you I swear I'm going to hurt you!"
I continued to pour the drink down Harry's throat.
"Is that you Malfoy?" Ron asked with his hand on Harry's knee.
"Please Ron, don't do anything you might regret," I said about to laugh.
"You'll pay!!" Ron yelled.
"Ron, please don't," I pleaded as Madam Pomfrey walked into the room.
"Expellaramus!!" Ron shouted hitting Harry hard with the spell.
"Mr. Weasley, what are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey shrieked.
"Pay back! It feels good to know that right now Malfoy is going through lots of pain! Just like Harry and I!" Weasley shouted as he let an evil laugh escape his lips.
"Sorry to burst your bubble Weasley," I said putting emphasis on the b's, "but I am quite alright. It is your pal Potter that I would be worried about." With that I turned to Madam Pomfrey, "What can I do to help, I would hate for Potter to go through pain that I didn't give him."
"You can take Mr. Weasley up to the Gryffindor common room, Harry will be fine Ron, so you can stop crying." She turned and looked me straight in the eyes, "Do not let anything else happen to Mr. Weasley. If anything happens it will be on your head!" At that she shooed Weasley and I out the room.
'Great' I thought, 'stuck with a Weasley and I can't even do anything to him.'
"Check mate," Ron shouted. "I win again. The famous Harry Potter beat, by me, a poor, lonely, pathetic Weasley. okay, that sounded better in my head"
"Can we do something else?" Harry asked.
"If you really want to," Ron said with a disappointed tone.
"Hello Potter, Weasley," I said. "Won again? Well, in that case I guess you deserve this," I said handing Weasley two of the candies.
"What do you mean deserve this?" Ron questioned.
"I bet Crabbe and Goyle that Harry would win, but if he didn't I would have to give you two of my best candies. So there, take them before I really regret this."
"Want one Harry?" Ron asked after greedily snatching them out of my hand.
"Okay," Harry said a little more suspicious.
At this I turned and left the table at which the two of them were sitting, and headed straight out the Great Hall doors. After only seconds of my departure I could hear a roar of laughter, and turned around to see what trouble I had caused.
Harry was shouting as his arms grew an extra four feet and lost their bones. Ron's features were not elongating like Harry's, and at first glance I didn't notice anything wrong. However, as I looked closer I noticed that his face was moving, his eyes were where his mouth and his nose was where his eyes were. And his features were constantly changing.
"Potter, Weasley, what are trying to pull? If you need some attention you should just ask for it," I said with a smirk as I approached them.
"Malfoy, this is all your fault. Where did you get those candies?" Harry shouted.
"Ahh, I would love to tell you but I've been sworn to secrecy. I suppose I could give you a hint." I restrained my laughter.
"Who, Malfoy?" Ron said.
"Did you not read the wrapper?" I said handing it to Ron who still had control over his arms.
"Fred and George? Fred and George, would never sell anything to you!" Ron's face was now the color of his hair.
"I never said they did, that was a hint. Now we best get you two to the hospital wing." I said taking the two of them away.
"What did you do to these two boys?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Nothing, they did it to themselves," I said with a smirk.
"That's not true," Harry said, arms wiggling around.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you care to tell me what happened?!"
"Well, my friends and I were watching Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley play chess. I bet that Potter would win. I lost so I had to give them two of my candies," I explained.
"That doesn't explain how Ron's face and Harry's arms got this way," she questioned.
"Well, I didn't realize it, but I gave them some of Fred and George's joke candies. Honest, I'm really sorry," I said casting her my angelic smile.
"Mr. Potter drink this," she said trying to hand him a glass, "Malfoy, why don't you help Potter with this," she said handing me the glass.
"Alright," I said starting to pour some of the liquid into his mouth. At that he spit the liquid out of his mouth on me.
"Potter, what are you trying to pull?" I said.
"Sorry," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"This won't hurt a bit," Madam Pomfrey assured Ron, "There all better."
Ron walked out with his face wrapped up in bandages, "Malfoy when I find you I swear I'm going to hurt you!"
I continued to pour the drink down Harry's throat.
"Is that you Malfoy?" Ron asked with his hand on Harry's knee.
"Please Ron, don't do anything you might regret," I said about to laugh.
"You'll pay!!" Ron yelled.
"Ron, please don't," I pleaded as Madam Pomfrey walked into the room.
"Expellaramus!!" Ron shouted hitting Harry hard with the spell.
"Mr. Weasley, what are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey shrieked.
"Pay back! It feels good to know that right now Malfoy is going through lots of pain! Just like Harry and I!" Weasley shouted as he let an evil laugh escape his lips.
"Sorry to burst your bubble Weasley," I said putting emphasis on the b's, "but I am quite alright. It is your pal Potter that I would be worried about." With that I turned to Madam Pomfrey, "What can I do to help, I would hate for Potter to go through pain that I didn't give him."
"You can take Mr. Weasley up to the Gryffindor common room, Harry will be fine Ron, so you can stop crying." She turned and looked me straight in the eyes, "Do not let anything else happen to Mr. Weasley. If anything happens it will be on your head!" At that she shooed Weasley and I out the room.
'Great' I thought, 'stuck with a Weasley and I can't even do anything to him.'