"Well then, come in you five!" said Lucius angrily, "We still have three courses to go for dinner."

The five teenagers followed Mr. Malfoy inside, looking disappointed about the prospect of spending a few hours eating dinner with him and his catatonic wife. As they walked inside Lucius told a house elf who happened to be standing around to set three extra places around the table. The house elf's response nearly made Henry pass out.

When they reached the table the extra places were already set, this was due to the speedy elves and, mostly, to the extraordinarily long walk from the garden to the dining room. The six people sat down at the table and Draco said, "Mother, we're back."

"Are you?" was the response. "Did you go somewhere?"

"Anyway," said Henry, turning to Hermione, "Who does your hair?"

She frowned at him and said nothing.

"No really! It's very…junglesque."

This made her answer, "You just made that word up!"

He smiled at her mischievously, "But it gets my point across."

"This from a person reduced to hysteria by bad grammar!" said Draco.

"My nanny never made up words."

"Ah."

For about twenty minutes everyone at the table reverted to the complete, encompassing silence the three Malfoys and Henry had experienced during the first two courses. This continued until Harry said, "So…Mr. Malfoy, you haven't tried to kill me lately, come down with a cold, have we?"

His comment was answered by a chilling glare, "I don't recall ever trying to kill you, Harry," the senior Malfoy finally said.

"Yes, well, it was a good comment nonetheless, wasn't it?"

"I think it was," said Ron.

"You would think, 'oh that's a nice pot roast,' was a good comment if one of your ridiculous friends said it," said Draco.

"Children, don't fight," said Lucius.

"Oh don't be so hard on the boy," said Narcissa, patting Harry on the head.

"Umm, your son's over there," said Harry.

"It doesn't matter," Draco said, looking vaguely sulky.

Dinner was finally over when Lucius went off to his study and Narcissa went to bed. Henry and Draco stood up to go off somewhere (it's not important where) but as they were leaving Harry said, "Malfoy, is there somewhere we can go or are we going to stay in the dining room forever?"

Just then Lucius appeared, because Draco wouldn't have the satisfactory response for the plot, and said, "I think you'll all stay in Draco's room."

"But, Father, we have thirty-nine guest bedrooms!"

"Yes, but you're the one who so kindly informed me of the Plot Device so you should understand."

"I hate to interrupt your Father-Son moment but do I have to stay in Draco's room as well?" asked Henry, "All of my things are in another room already."

"Yes," replied Lucius, "You do."

The five magically inclined young people sulkily walked off to Draco's room.

After a refreshing seventeen-minute walk they reached the bedroom and sat down on various pieces of furniture. Henry went over to his trunk and starting fiddling about with a wand and some potions. After about ten minutes he exclaimed, "I've done it!"

"Done what?" asked Harry.

"Created a spell that can only be broken by true love!"

Draco blinked expressively and said, "What? Getting into fairly tales, are we?"

"No," Henry frowned, "You see, as a child my devilish nanny used to read me the most insipid stories, they always involved someone needing true love to break a spell. For a very long time I thought that this was just stupid and that spells could only be broken by counter spells and other legitimate things but then I began to become suspicious. I knew that no one had ever done a spell that could be broken by true love before but I thought, 'what if one could!' Then I began to worry that one day someone would succeed in making a spell that could be broken by the aforementioned emotion and it would be a silly spell like the one in the 'Swan Princess' or 'Sleeping Beauty.' I didn't know what to do, as that prospect made me very sad but one day it occurred to me that I could make that spell and I could make it a silly, pointless spell and then no one would have to suffer through a ridiculous bout of sappiness like I did as a child with my terrible nanny. Thinking back, I'm surprised that she was literate."

"So what does it do?" asked Hermione.

"It causes one to see imaginary butterflies until one receives true love's kiss."

"Brilliant!" said Draco.

Just then Lucius walked in and said, "Draco! Do I hear merriment?"

"No Father," insisted Draco but Lucius hit him with his cane, causing Harry to feel a lot of pity, complicating the story further (i.e. another plot device).

Lucius continued beating his son with the cane for about twenty more minutes and would have gone on longer if Henry hadn't said, "Really, Mr. Malfoy, when you started doing that it was sad and we all saw another side of Draco and everything but now it's just a little bit ridiculous, I mean, I don't think it's even hurting him that much."

"Alright," Lucius said and left.

When he was gone Draco sat up, wiped a bit of blood off his lip and said, "But there was one thing I was wondering about your spell."

"Yes?"

"How do you know if it works? I mean, have you tested it?"

"Well, not exactly. But I plan to." (A/N: pay attention, that might come in the story later.)