Note: Just to let everyone know, the story takes place in a parallel year, so alot of things have happened but everyone is still in school! I know its confusing, but live with it. ^_^
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Harry scuttled into the hospital bed. Madam Profrey brought in a weird smelling tea and said, "Your stomach will be all better when you drink this."
He took a sip, and he instantly started shivering.
"What is..."
"Tummy aches don't go away easily!" Profrey waved her finger. "It is a process almost as painful as regrowing bones!"
"What?" Harry remembered what that little experiance had been like. "But it is just a stomach ache! Could you give me tilonal or something?"
"Sorry, honey, no tilonal." She left, and the instant she shut the door, Harry cringed. His skin was riddling with pain! It was even worse than any curse that had ever been put on him! Was the NURSE A CRAZY WOMAN?
"FU*@ SH&# MO^%E8 *$&A@* **&F#&@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Harry's voice could be heard from in the Gryffindor Common Room just before Lunch. As Ron and Hermione planned their curse, they heard Lee Jordan muttering, "Harry must have had a stomach ache."
"AS*@ !@%(* &&F* *%@(SJ *$&%H88!%* 69!!!!!!!" He continued echoing. His friends looked nervously at each other.
Ron cried, "See the horrors that Malfoy can do to you?!"
"Ron, calm down," Hermione said quietly. "We have more important things to worry about. Such as Malfoy."
Ron snorted in protest.
"Five forms. Okay, first, we need 'beast in a small form.' Grab my teddy bear. It will give Malfoy illusions of his greatest fear." She flipped the pages of her book when Ron returned with a teddy bear. "And a 'strand of love.' The heart decorated ribbon on the teddy's neck should do good. It will make Malfoy get boils."
"Cool."
"Next we have to get something called 'The sugar of vice.' It will make him barf bitter blood vomit-just like the curse is named. Anyone he touches will barf too. Oh, that's easy!" Hermione turned to the Weasly twins. "I know you guys have candy with you. Give it up."
"Waaa....you always ruin the fun." The twins handed a portion of their candy to Hermione, which they seemed very to unhappy to do.
"Next, 'quilt woven with unfairness.'"
Ron raised his hand
"I got it!" He said. "My mom is always sewing me stupid bergundy sweaters but she makes Harry cool ones!" Ron stood up, pulled a sweater from bellow his chair cushion (muttering, 'had to use it for \i something\i0 '). "You can have it."
"The sweater will paralyze him." She added the sweatshirt to the pile and finally said, "Last one. It is the one that will kill him." Hermione giggled darkly. "'Hands of darkness.' Gloves!" She ripped black gloves off her own hands, and clapped them together. She was smiling. "With these gloves, Malfoy will think he is getting kicked in the groin a million times over!"
Ron's face turned red and he cracked up.
"Rich!" Ron cried. "To rich! Let's do this spell! How long will it take to activate?"
"Ten minutes." Hermione informed him. "After we say the proper words. It will only affect the first person it touches within that time as well. So you and I have to give the objects to Malfoy before our timelimit. Let's start!"
The two raised their wands, chanting.
"Acerbus Cruor!" Hermione recited perfectly.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron shouted, and the objects floated lazily off the table.
Hermione glared at him. Ron just shrugged. "What? I thought it would be cool."
Draco was by himself walking down the corriders. He skipped happily along as he said to himself, "I wonder how Harry-Berry is doing?"
Around the corner, Crabbe and Goyle appeared. They had uncomfortable looks on their faces, almost like they were constipated.
"Uh...Draco..." Crabbe began. The thug was shaking. "Uh..."
"We...der...don't...wanna..."
"Be...your body...guards...anymore..."
Draco blinked. He spread out his arms and said, "That's okay, Greg and Vince! Who needs body gaurds when you can have friends?!"
They looked oddly at him.
"Uh...." It was a too hard of question for the two to answer.
"Friends are good! Don't be afraid to make friends!" Draco left the two behind when he went into the Great Hall for lunch.
This left Crabbe and Goyle staring at each other dumbly for the rest of the day.
"Hello friends!" Malfoy called to Hermione and Ron. Usually, this would have embarrased the two, but they had the upper hand. Everything was planned out and ready. Malfoy sat with the Gryffindors and chanted happily about nonsence.
"Mal - I mean Draco, just because you are such a good friend to us, we want to give you this," Ron said fakely and passed Malfoy the teddy bear with the ribbon wrapped around it.
"Oh my gosh! Thank you!"
It was hard to tell when Malfoy would be G-rated or X-rated. Perhaps he was only X-rated when Harry was around.
"Look at this!" Hermione exclaimed monotonely. "I have some -er- candy left over!"
"Candy!" Malfoy's eyes brightened. "I like candy!"
"Why don't you have it then?" she gave him all the candy George and Fred had given her. She saw the twins had horrified looks on their faces, but they didn't say anything.
"I should be going to see Harry," Malfoy stood up.
"Wait!" Ron stood up. "You look cold!"
"I'm fine," Malfoy said.
"No, no!" He took off the black gloves and sweatshirt he was wearing and placed them in Malfoy's arms.
"Thank you, friends!" Malfoy smiled in pure joy. If he were in a Clamp manga now, there would be sparkles and rosepetals floating around him. "Bye!" He left them, and Hermione and Ron sighed in relief.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" George insisted when Malfoy had left the room.
"THAT WAS OUR CANDY!"\line"Couldn't be helped," Hermione shrugged. "We are doing a prank, I am sad to say."
"Wow, you should have told us!" They perked up again, not so angry. "So was that the reason you were strangling Ron cause his sweater was flying?"
"...well, not exactly..."
"Your secret is safe with us!" Fred cried, and the two twins wrapped arms around each other. "Can't wait to see this get done!"
"Ugggh....*@j8$!" Harry groaned and rolled over in the bed. This was the worse day of his life....
But it only got worse when he saw Malfoy's big pale eye in his own.
"Ah! Malfoy!"
"Hi honey dust bunny!" Malfoy said and embraced Harry as hard as he could. It nearly chocked him. "Call me Draco!"\lineHarry was about to snap Draco's neck, when he remembered his duties. He had to be nice to Draco, even if it killed him.
"...k' Draco."
"Eep! I'm so happy!" He said loudly. "I brought you a present!"
Draco revealed the teddy bear. Harry suddenly didn't feel so angry when he took it in his hands (but he would have if he would of known...!)
"And I know how bad medecine tastes, so here is some candy!" Draco put the candy in Harry's hand. "Oh, your hands are cold! Take these gloves! And this sweatshirt!"
"That's a Weasly sweat-"
"Happy Birthday!" He said and gave Harry a backbreaking hug.
"It's...not...my..."
"But you'll always be my baby!" Malfoy cried making little sense at all. "The T Harry! The T!"
"What?" Harry's heart jumped.
"Nothing." He left the room quietly and waved his hand. "I'm gonna give you a super big surprise tomorrow!"
"No, don't!" But it was to late. Draco had left the room. "You great, stupid, fruitcake..."
Great, just great. Now Harry would wake up tomorrow with Draco in his bed-again. What was the world coming too??!!!
"Draco?" Harry screamed. "Get out of my bed!"
But Draco had suddenly appeared in Harry's bed. And he was-
"Ew! Get your clothes on!" Harry shrieked, and fell onto the otherside of the bed. "How'd he strip so fast!?" But Harry was running out of time. How did Draco do all that?
"Ow, damn it!" Harry cried. He looked at his arms-they were blistering in red boils. "MADAM PROMFREY! HELP! YOUR MEDICINE KILLED ME!"
Draco was crawling closer to Harry, when the nurse raced into the room.
"Oh, Potter!" Profrey said. "Your blistering! And why are you on the otherside of your bed?"
"Malfoy! He's in my bed!"
"Harry, what are you..."
"He's naked! Help me!"
"Harry..." Madam Promfrey walked forward and put her hand to his forehead. "What is wrong with you? You were just fine before..."
"HELP!" Harry cried, but then he vomited disgusting, red barf that hit Madam Profrey right in the face.
She screamed and fell to the ground twitching. Next thing you knew, Madam Promfrey was peuking all over the shiny, polished floor.
"Madam-" he barfed.
"Promfrey-" He barfed again.
"What's going-" You get the point.
"On?"
But he couldn't even get up to escape the pool of barf or naked Malfoy, because next thing he knew, Harry was rigid and frozen on the bed like a statue. And Malfoy took advantage of this...
"Malfoy!" Harry shrieked, continuing to barf between breaths and words. "Get off of me!"
"But I'm addicted to you!"
"NOOOOO!"
And just when Harry thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. He squealed and cried. Malfoy jumped off of him.
"What's going on?" Malfoy insisted innocently.
"MY...NU..." Harry mustered to hiss before tossing his head off the side of the bed unconcious. The Bitter Blood Vomit Curse had been a success in torchering Harry until he couldn't be torchered any more.
"I wonder how Harry is doing?" Ron asked Hermione. They were on their way to visit their ill friend. "I bet Malfoy in drowning in his own barf by now!"
They both laughed, and entered the Hospital Wing. Once the door opened, a nasty glaze of red poured at their feet.
"What the..."
And that is where Ron and Hermione saw the hell of their practical joke. They found a sea of barf, Madam Promfrey finding shelter on a floating bed, and finally the unconcious Harry with boils and paralyzed, but it was a mystery to them what Harry's greatest fear was.
Ron looked shiftly at Hermione. Her eyes were filled with terror.
"Glad it wasn't us, eh?"
*
Harry scuttled into the hospital bed. Madam Profrey brought in a weird smelling tea and said, "Your stomach will be all better when you drink this."
He took a sip, and he instantly started shivering.
"What is..."
"Tummy aches don't go away easily!" Profrey waved her finger. "It is a process almost as painful as regrowing bones!"
"What?" Harry remembered what that little experiance had been like. "But it is just a stomach ache! Could you give me tilonal or something?"
"Sorry, honey, no tilonal." She left, and the instant she shut the door, Harry cringed. His skin was riddling with pain! It was even worse than any curse that had ever been put on him! Was the NURSE A CRAZY WOMAN?
"FU*@ SH&# MO^%E8 *$&A@* **&F#&@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Harry's voice could be heard from in the Gryffindor Common Room just before Lunch. As Ron and Hermione planned their curse, they heard Lee Jordan muttering, "Harry must have had a stomach ache."
"AS*@ !@%(* &&F* *%@(SJ *$&%H88!%* 69!!!!!!!" He continued echoing. His friends looked nervously at each other.
Ron cried, "See the horrors that Malfoy can do to you?!"
"Ron, calm down," Hermione said quietly. "We have more important things to worry about. Such as Malfoy."
Ron snorted in protest.
"Five forms. Okay, first, we need 'beast in a small form.' Grab my teddy bear. It will give Malfoy illusions of his greatest fear." She flipped the pages of her book when Ron returned with a teddy bear. "And a 'strand of love.' The heart decorated ribbon on the teddy's neck should do good. It will make Malfoy get boils."
"Cool."
"Next we have to get something called 'The sugar of vice.' It will make him barf bitter blood vomit-just like the curse is named. Anyone he touches will barf too. Oh, that's easy!" Hermione turned to the Weasly twins. "I know you guys have candy with you. Give it up."
"Waaa....you always ruin the fun." The twins handed a portion of their candy to Hermione, which they seemed very to unhappy to do.
"Next, 'quilt woven with unfairness.'"
Ron raised his hand
"I got it!" He said. "My mom is always sewing me stupid bergundy sweaters but she makes Harry cool ones!" Ron stood up, pulled a sweater from bellow his chair cushion (muttering, 'had to use it for \i something\i0 '). "You can have it."
"The sweater will paralyze him." She added the sweatshirt to the pile and finally said, "Last one. It is the one that will kill him." Hermione giggled darkly. "'Hands of darkness.' Gloves!" She ripped black gloves off her own hands, and clapped them together. She was smiling. "With these gloves, Malfoy will think he is getting kicked in the groin a million times over!"
Ron's face turned red and he cracked up.
"Rich!" Ron cried. "To rich! Let's do this spell! How long will it take to activate?"
"Ten minutes." Hermione informed him. "After we say the proper words. It will only affect the first person it touches within that time as well. So you and I have to give the objects to Malfoy before our timelimit. Let's start!"
The two raised their wands, chanting.
"Acerbus Cruor!" Hermione recited perfectly.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron shouted, and the objects floated lazily off the table.
Hermione glared at him. Ron just shrugged. "What? I thought it would be cool."
Draco was by himself walking down the corriders. He skipped happily along as he said to himself, "I wonder how Harry-Berry is doing?"
Around the corner, Crabbe and Goyle appeared. They had uncomfortable looks on their faces, almost like they were constipated.
"Uh...Draco..." Crabbe began. The thug was shaking. "Uh..."
"We...der...don't...wanna..."
"Be...your body...guards...anymore..."
Draco blinked. He spread out his arms and said, "That's okay, Greg and Vince! Who needs body gaurds when you can have friends?!"
They looked oddly at him.
"Uh...." It was a too hard of question for the two to answer.
"Friends are good! Don't be afraid to make friends!" Draco left the two behind when he went into the Great Hall for lunch.
This left Crabbe and Goyle staring at each other dumbly for the rest of the day.
"Hello friends!" Malfoy called to Hermione and Ron. Usually, this would have embarrased the two, but they had the upper hand. Everything was planned out and ready. Malfoy sat with the Gryffindors and chanted happily about nonsence.
"Mal - I mean Draco, just because you are such a good friend to us, we want to give you this," Ron said fakely and passed Malfoy the teddy bear with the ribbon wrapped around it.
"Oh my gosh! Thank you!"
It was hard to tell when Malfoy would be G-rated or X-rated. Perhaps he was only X-rated when Harry was around.
"Look at this!" Hermione exclaimed monotonely. "I have some -er- candy left over!"
"Candy!" Malfoy's eyes brightened. "I like candy!"
"Why don't you have it then?" she gave him all the candy George and Fred had given her. She saw the twins had horrified looks on their faces, but they didn't say anything.
"I should be going to see Harry," Malfoy stood up.
"Wait!" Ron stood up. "You look cold!"
"I'm fine," Malfoy said.
"No, no!" He took off the black gloves and sweatshirt he was wearing and placed them in Malfoy's arms.
"Thank you, friends!" Malfoy smiled in pure joy. If he were in a Clamp manga now, there would be sparkles and rosepetals floating around him. "Bye!" He left them, and Hermione and Ron sighed in relief.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" George insisted when Malfoy had left the room.
"THAT WAS OUR CANDY!"\line"Couldn't be helped," Hermione shrugged. "We are doing a prank, I am sad to say."
"Wow, you should have told us!" They perked up again, not so angry. "So was that the reason you were strangling Ron cause his sweater was flying?"
"...well, not exactly..."
"Your secret is safe with us!" Fred cried, and the two twins wrapped arms around each other. "Can't wait to see this get done!"
"Ugggh....*@j8$!" Harry groaned and rolled over in the bed. This was the worse day of his life....
But it only got worse when he saw Malfoy's big pale eye in his own.
"Ah! Malfoy!"
"Hi honey dust bunny!" Malfoy said and embraced Harry as hard as he could. It nearly chocked him. "Call me Draco!"\lineHarry was about to snap Draco's neck, when he remembered his duties. He had to be nice to Draco, even if it killed him.
"...k' Draco."
"Eep! I'm so happy!" He said loudly. "I brought you a present!"
Draco revealed the teddy bear. Harry suddenly didn't feel so angry when he took it in his hands (but he would have if he would of known...!)
"And I know how bad medecine tastes, so here is some candy!" Draco put the candy in Harry's hand. "Oh, your hands are cold! Take these gloves! And this sweatshirt!"
"That's a Weasly sweat-"
"Happy Birthday!" He said and gave Harry a backbreaking hug.
"It's...not...my..."
"But you'll always be my baby!" Malfoy cried making little sense at all. "The T Harry! The T!"
"What?" Harry's heart jumped.
"Nothing." He left the room quietly and waved his hand. "I'm gonna give you a super big surprise tomorrow!"
"No, don't!" But it was to late. Draco had left the room. "You great, stupid, fruitcake..."
Great, just great. Now Harry would wake up tomorrow with Draco in his bed-again. What was the world coming too??!!!
"Draco?" Harry screamed. "Get out of my bed!"
But Draco had suddenly appeared in Harry's bed. And he was-
"Ew! Get your clothes on!" Harry shrieked, and fell onto the otherside of the bed. "How'd he strip so fast!?" But Harry was running out of time. How did Draco do all that?
"Ow, damn it!" Harry cried. He looked at his arms-they were blistering in red boils. "MADAM PROMFREY! HELP! YOUR MEDICINE KILLED ME!"
Draco was crawling closer to Harry, when the nurse raced into the room.
"Oh, Potter!" Profrey said. "Your blistering! And why are you on the otherside of your bed?"
"Malfoy! He's in my bed!"
"Harry, what are you..."
"He's naked! Help me!"
"Harry..." Madam Promfrey walked forward and put her hand to his forehead. "What is wrong with you? You were just fine before..."
"HELP!" Harry cried, but then he vomited disgusting, red barf that hit Madam Profrey right in the face.
She screamed and fell to the ground twitching. Next thing you knew, Madam Promfrey was peuking all over the shiny, polished floor.
"Madam-" he barfed.
"Promfrey-" He barfed again.
"What's going-" You get the point.
"On?"
But he couldn't even get up to escape the pool of barf or naked Malfoy, because next thing he knew, Harry was rigid and frozen on the bed like a statue. And Malfoy took advantage of this...
"Malfoy!" Harry shrieked, continuing to barf between breaths and words. "Get off of me!"
"But I'm addicted to you!"
"NOOOOO!"
And just when Harry thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. He squealed and cried. Malfoy jumped off of him.
"What's going on?" Malfoy insisted innocently.
"MY...NU..." Harry mustered to hiss before tossing his head off the side of the bed unconcious. The Bitter Blood Vomit Curse had been a success in torchering Harry until he couldn't be torchered any more.
"I wonder how Harry is doing?" Ron asked Hermione. They were on their way to visit their ill friend. "I bet Malfoy in drowning in his own barf by now!"
They both laughed, and entered the Hospital Wing. Once the door opened, a nasty glaze of red poured at their feet.
"What the..."
And that is where Ron and Hermione saw the hell of their practical joke. They found a sea of barf, Madam Promfrey finding shelter on a floating bed, and finally the unconcious Harry with boils and paralyzed, but it was a mystery to them what Harry's greatest fear was.
Ron looked shiftly at Hermione. Her eyes were filled with terror.
"Glad it wasn't us, eh?"