Buddy III
Hey I just found this lil gem and realised I should really carry on with it. I have just received a command to do so and here we gooooooooo!
Seraph reached out uncertainly for the chocolate which was slowly melting in Draco's fingers. Hermione frowned but decided against interrupting Draco's latest efforts to clean up his own mess. Draco turned back towards the table in the corner of the library and nodded to Seraph to follow him.
She still looked scared and timid. He felt annoyance cloud his face once more. This time he managed to keep his tongue civil.
"I don't bite, come on." He sighed irritably. He felt the memory of his Grandmother's death more than ever and his attempt to cover it up had always been to be guarded.
"Look, I am sorry, if I'd have known I wouldn't have....."
"It's alright I'll be okay."
Well that was taken with a better grace than he would have expected. Then again he was a Slytherin and Slytherins always made personal arguments more thorny than they had to be. He decided that he'd better back up his apology with more than a chocolate frog.
"I know how you feel you know," he said quietly as they sat down, "I lost my Grandmother a few years ago. We were very...close."
"My Grandma lived with us after Grandad died."
Draco felt suddenly restless. He had another week to get this essay done and he couldn't really be bothered to carry on tonight. He leant back in his chair to see what Seraph was working on. Potions for stain removal, how simple.
"Are you nearly done with that?"
Seraph looked up, "what?"
"The essay you're doing, are you nearly done?"
"Yes, why?"
"I've thought of something that might help cheer you up."
She folded up her parchment and followed him at a semi jog across the Quidditch pitch.
"Where are we going?"
"Hagrid's hut," Draco replies smiling evilly, "come on hurry up."
Ten minutes later they were running in the opposite direction. Seraph almost slipped but Draco grabbed her wrist and hauled her behind the trunk of a handy tree.
"We can watch from here." He hissed quietly.
Hagrid had emerged from his hut fairly quickly after Draco had sprinkled some growth potion on the lawn around it. The grass had sprouted up with alarming speed covering the diminutive dwelling. It looked like a particularly large giant had been hula dancing and had dropped the skirt casually when it was finished.
"My HUT!" Yelled Hagrid as he fought his way through the strands of overgrown foliage.
Draco loved every minute of it. "Shhh he's coming this way!" He flattened himself against the bark becoming practically invisible. Seraph followed suit and Hagrid passed them by without seeing either of them. When he'd gone Seraph began to breathe again.
"That was a good trick, but poor Hagrid having to mow all that grass, it's got to be fifty feet long."
"Oh you Gryffindors, you're such goody goody preachers. Have some fun once in a while."
Seraph had to admit it was fun. "Are we going to go now?"
"No, the best is yet to come. Wait till he comes back."
Soon enough he did. Strolling behind him was Professor Snape. Draco grinned once more, he'd see the trick and appreciate the funny side.
"An all the grass jus' grew down the chimney....fifty feet long, me hut is covered!"
"Yes, well I will do what I can."
"Five, four, three, two, one....Yes!" Seraph poked her head out and saw what made Draco look so triumphant. The grass was gone, well not gone just shrunk back to the way it was.
Hagrid was staring at it in bewilderment. "But, but, but it was all there...all over the house..where'd it go?"
"Perhaps you have overindulged in your love of strong liquor once more." Snape replied drily.
"I don't understand, I haven't drunk a drop?"
Draco saw Snape's eyes flash to the faint silver ring that explained the mystery. He also caught the faintest flash of humour.
"I must be getting back to the school, let me know if anymore grass invades your chimney."
Draco walked Seraph back up to the school and left her in the great hall. She did seem to have cheered up somewhat even if it did mean a waste of a good joke that he'd planned. Still there were other ones to look forward to. Greg would just have to get more ingredients for them. He turned off for the courtyard looking forward to some relaxation in the common room.
He was musing over the evening when an anguished cry erupted across the courtyard. Harry Potter was jerking oddly across the rough stones, cartwheeling and twirling. His buddy had managed through some amazing feat to cast the puppeteer charm. Harry had no control over his limbs and was still performing the most impossible gymnastics.
Draco stood there for a good five minutes shaking with silent laughter. Harry had so far imitated a Hippogriff, somersaulted the whole width of the courtyard and walked over to Blaise on his hands and subsequently offered his foot to him. Finally he flipped upright. His cloak fell back over his face blocking his vision. The first year terror made him walk around like a zombie for the next two minutes.
Finally Draco decided that it would be best to come to Potter's aid. Not only could he humiliate him in the here and now but he could bring it up as defence against the never forgotten bouncing ferret incident. He drifted over casually and peered at Harry, who was still lurching around with his arms stuck out in front of him. Then he turned to the first year.
"Finite Incantem," he drawled smiling languidly.
Harry fell over backwards and sat down hard on the stone flags. His cloak was still flopped over his eyes. Leaning forwards slightly Draco pulled it off him. He looked straight into Harry's eyes, smirking triumphantly.
"Finished Potter?"
There were scattered giggles from the crowd of students gathered.
"Shove off Malfoy!" Harry scowled.
"Fine, next time you need rescuing from a first year don't bet on my help."
He managed to keep a straight face as he walked away. Twice in one day, it wasn't that often that a day as funny as this came along. It wasn't until he reached his dormitory that he let himself go. He had always been warned against too much public emotion, in private well that was different. He laughed until he had to lie down from the stitch.
Dear Diary,
Well it was an average day really, I passed the Arithmancy test with 97%, of course I didn't come top, MB did. I had Quidditch Practice in the afternoon and PS let me off lessons. The main things really came in the evening. S lost her Grandmother and I went to far with the insults. She cried. I felt really bad after that so I apologised, with a chocolate frog. I spoke to her a little more in private. I shouldn't have been so quick to judge really. She would make a good Slytherin in some ways, though being a MB is a major problem. I am promising now to be nicer to her. Wasted an entire potion to make her laugh so I suppose that's a start. HA! You will never believe what I saw, Harry Potter humiliating himself in front of the whole school. I had to get him out of it. You cannot know how angry he was. Anyway I have two big scratch marks on my arm because of this blasted cat. Yes mother it's cute but it's also deadly. We have all decided to use our "contacts" to plan a little surprise at breakfast tomorrow for the staff. Hehehe won't say anymore now, I am wanted for a game of Snap so I will write more tomorrow.
Draco.
Seraph was sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room absorbed in Hans Christian Anderson when Harry Potter burst in looking very red . Heads turned and there was a low muttering. She saw Harry mutter something to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Both of them looked as if they were trying not to smile. She listened harder. She picked up the words "Malfoy", "Buddy" and "Puppeteer Charm" then "Laughed at me". She made a mental note to ask him about it. She thought of what he'd said to her about his Grandmother and how he'd tried to cheer her up, although her idea of cheering up wasn't exactly his. He had tried and she was grateful.
"Malfoy was almost nice this evening" Hermione's eyebrows were raised high on her forehead.
"I could barely believe it, though I did have to choke him to achieve it."
"He wasn't nice to me," muttered Harry, "he made a fool of me in front of half the school."
Hey I just found this lil gem and realised I should really carry on with it. I have just received a command to do so and here we gooooooooo!
Seraph reached out uncertainly for the chocolate which was slowly melting in Draco's fingers. Hermione frowned but decided against interrupting Draco's latest efforts to clean up his own mess. Draco turned back towards the table in the corner of the library and nodded to Seraph to follow him.
She still looked scared and timid. He felt annoyance cloud his face once more. This time he managed to keep his tongue civil.
"I don't bite, come on." He sighed irritably. He felt the memory of his Grandmother's death more than ever and his attempt to cover it up had always been to be guarded.
"Look, I am sorry, if I'd have known I wouldn't have....."
"It's alright I'll be okay."
Well that was taken with a better grace than he would have expected. Then again he was a Slytherin and Slytherins always made personal arguments more thorny than they had to be. He decided that he'd better back up his apology with more than a chocolate frog.
"I know how you feel you know," he said quietly as they sat down, "I lost my Grandmother a few years ago. We were very...close."
"My Grandma lived with us after Grandad died."
Draco felt suddenly restless. He had another week to get this essay done and he couldn't really be bothered to carry on tonight. He leant back in his chair to see what Seraph was working on. Potions for stain removal, how simple.
"Are you nearly done with that?"
Seraph looked up, "what?"
"The essay you're doing, are you nearly done?"
"Yes, why?"
"I've thought of something that might help cheer you up."
She folded up her parchment and followed him at a semi jog across the Quidditch pitch.
"Where are we going?"
"Hagrid's hut," Draco replies smiling evilly, "come on hurry up."
Ten minutes later they were running in the opposite direction. Seraph almost slipped but Draco grabbed her wrist and hauled her behind the trunk of a handy tree.
"We can watch from here." He hissed quietly.
Hagrid had emerged from his hut fairly quickly after Draco had sprinkled some growth potion on the lawn around it. The grass had sprouted up with alarming speed covering the diminutive dwelling. It looked like a particularly large giant had been hula dancing and had dropped the skirt casually when it was finished.
"My HUT!" Yelled Hagrid as he fought his way through the strands of overgrown foliage.
Draco loved every minute of it. "Shhh he's coming this way!" He flattened himself against the bark becoming practically invisible. Seraph followed suit and Hagrid passed them by without seeing either of them. When he'd gone Seraph began to breathe again.
"That was a good trick, but poor Hagrid having to mow all that grass, it's got to be fifty feet long."
"Oh you Gryffindors, you're such goody goody preachers. Have some fun once in a while."
Seraph had to admit it was fun. "Are we going to go now?"
"No, the best is yet to come. Wait till he comes back."
Soon enough he did. Strolling behind him was Professor Snape. Draco grinned once more, he'd see the trick and appreciate the funny side.
"An all the grass jus' grew down the chimney....fifty feet long, me hut is covered!"
"Yes, well I will do what I can."
"Five, four, three, two, one....Yes!" Seraph poked her head out and saw what made Draco look so triumphant. The grass was gone, well not gone just shrunk back to the way it was.
Hagrid was staring at it in bewilderment. "But, but, but it was all there...all over the house..where'd it go?"
"Perhaps you have overindulged in your love of strong liquor once more." Snape replied drily.
"I don't understand, I haven't drunk a drop?"
Draco saw Snape's eyes flash to the faint silver ring that explained the mystery. He also caught the faintest flash of humour.
"I must be getting back to the school, let me know if anymore grass invades your chimney."
Draco walked Seraph back up to the school and left her in the great hall. She did seem to have cheered up somewhat even if it did mean a waste of a good joke that he'd planned. Still there were other ones to look forward to. Greg would just have to get more ingredients for them. He turned off for the courtyard looking forward to some relaxation in the common room.
He was musing over the evening when an anguished cry erupted across the courtyard. Harry Potter was jerking oddly across the rough stones, cartwheeling and twirling. His buddy had managed through some amazing feat to cast the puppeteer charm. Harry had no control over his limbs and was still performing the most impossible gymnastics.
Draco stood there for a good five minutes shaking with silent laughter. Harry had so far imitated a Hippogriff, somersaulted the whole width of the courtyard and walked over to Blaise on his hands and subsequently offered his foot to him. Finally he flipped upright. His cloak fell back over his face blocking his vision. The first year terror made him walk around like a zombie for the next two minutes.
Finally Draco decided that it would be best to come to Potter's aid. Not only could he humiliate him in the here and now but he could bring it up as defence against the never forgotten bouncing ferret incident. He drifted over casually and peered at Harry, who was still lurching around with his arms stuck out in front of him. Then he turned to the first year.
"Finite Incantem," he drawled smiling languidly.
Harry fell over backwards and sat down hard on the stone flags. His cloak was still flopped over his eyes. Leaning forwards slightly Draco pulled it off him. He looked straight into Harry's eyes, smirking triumphantly.
"Finished Potter?"
There were scattered giggles from the crowd of students gathered.
"Shove off Malfoy!" Harry scowled.
"Fine, next time you need rescuing from a first year don't bet on my help."
He managed to keep a straight face as he walked away. Twice in one day, it wasn't that often that a day as funny as this came along. It wasn't until he reached his dormitory that he let himself go. He had always been warned against too much public emotion, in private well that was different. He laughed until he had to lie down from the stitch.
Dear Diary,
Well it was an average day really, I passed the Arithmancy test with 97%, of course I didn't come top, MB did. I had Quidditch Practice in the afternoon and PS let me off lessons. The main things really came in the evening. S lost her Grandmother and I went to far with the insults. She cried. I felt really bad after that so I apologised, with a chocolate frog. I spoke to her a little more in private. I shouldn't have been so quick to judge really. She would make a good Slytherin in some ways, though being a MB is a major problem. I am promising now to be nicer to her. Wasted an entire potion to make her laugh so I suppose that's a start. HA! You will never believe what I saw, Harry Potter humiliating himself in front of the whole school. I had to get him out of it. You cannot know how angry he was. Anyway I have two big scratch marks on my arm because of this blasted cat. Yes mother it's cute but it's also deadly. We have all decided to use our "contacts" to plan a little surprise at breakfast tomorrow for the staff. Hehehe won't say anymore now, I am wanted for a game of Snap so I will write more tomorrow.
Draco.
Seraph was sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room absorbed in Hans Christian Anderson when Harry Potter burst in looking very red . Heads turned and there was a low muttering. She saw Harry mutter something to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Both of them looked as if they were trying not to smile. She listened harder. She picked up the words "Malfoy", "Buddy" and "Puppeteer Charm" then "Laughed at me". She made a mental note to ask him about it. She thought of what he'd said to her about his Grandmother and how he'd tried to cheer her up, although her idea of cheering up wasn't exactly his. He had tried and she was grateful.
"Malfoy was almost nice this evening" Hermione's eyebrows were raised high on her forehead.
"I could barely believe it, though I did have to choke him to achieve it."
"He wasn't nice to me," muttered Harry, "he made a fool of me in front of half the school."