Goyle: You know what, I think we should talk about politics. I mean, what do you think, Crabbe? Dumbledore should be our Minister of Magic, and we should give the muggleborns more rights, these old prejudices are just rubbish.
Crabbe: You are quite right. And please, call me Vincent. The name is from France and I like it very much, as I like the language, french. Unfortunately I haven't mastered it yet, but I will soon. What about you, Goyle?
Goyle: Well, I think spanish is fascinating. But I don't have time to learn it, I am learning Occlumency at the moment and it does not leave any time to learn anything else.
Malfoy: Hey guys, wanna beat up some Gryffindors?

(Crabbe and Goyle are frowning at him, then they turn around and ignore him)

Crabbe: He is so - mérde.


*_-_*_-_*

Crabbe: Um, Draco? What'yre doin'? Thought we gonna steal Grangers homework so we could copy it...
Goyle: Yeah, thought so too. Hungry, hurry up, Draco.

Draco (wearing fake hair and drawing a scar on his forehead): Shut up you two, of course I am still up to the plan! I just have to imitate that fool Harry so she gives us the homework, thanks to my acting skills this will be no problem at all! Goyle, lucky you are. You have exactly the same amount of brain cells potter has, but you are way to fat to play that skinny jerk. Damn, polyjuice would make this so easy! Hopefully Pansy is still sleeping, I would commit suicide if she saw me like this...

-_-~~-_-

Huge party in the Slytherin Common Room. They won a Quidditch match, not against Gryffindor though. Slytherin had flattened Hufflepuff and Draco and his teammates were celebrating their victory. Butterbeer and stronger stuff was handed around. Draco passed the alocohol without taking a bottle, he didn't like to lose control. He took a butterbeer, though.

"Oi! Draco! Wanna join a game of strippoker?" shrieked a red-faced Pansy, gesturing at a halfway naked Millicent and Blaise (who is going to be female this time ;-). Draco just shook his head, Pansy and her friends were not what you would call beautiful. He'd rather sleep with one of Hagrid's Blast-Ended-Skrewts. Well, that'll be too much, maybe a hippogriff.

He sipped his butterbeer, ignoring the now completely naked Slytherin girls. They had convinced some Fourth Years to join them and were now giggling madly as one of the blokes had to take off his shirt. That was too much for Draco, He fixed his gaze on Goyle's enormous back and walked over to his goons.

"Hey guys, what's up? Saw Pansy getting nude? Thank god I still have my eyesight," Goyle turned around and Draco could now see Crabbe on the other side of the table. He was currently taking his pants of, much to the delight of Malcom Baddock and some Slytherin Seventh Year, who were sitting at the same table. Malcom stroked Crabbe's newly revealed thigh affectionately, trying to battle his eyelashes. Goyle still looked questioningly at Draco, his mouth finally forming words.

"Draco! Wanna join in?"

Draco fell into a dead faint.

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