Chapter 23
The Revenge of the Gryffindors
Amelia Hooch dashed up to the Sixth Year dormitories, found where Harry and Ron resided, and hurriedly knocked upon the boy's door. "Harry! Ron! Wake up! You're never going to belive this!" she yelled, continuing to hammer on the door so that it rocked on its hinges.
"What's all the bloody noise about?" Harry growled as he opened the door, peering owlishly at Amelia.
"Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!" Amelia recited excitedly, walikng about in circles. "You're never going to believe me, Harry!"
Harry stopped her by clapping his hands on her shoulders. "Amelia, stop! Whatever are you going on about?" he demanded.
"It's Malfoy, Harry. He's here! He's in the common room! Trust me...I'm not lying to you! Mariah and I were up early this morning in the common room. That was when we spotted this ferret---a white one, no less!---and went over to shoo the poor thing out. But when we got close, why...why, then it became Malfoy! We shouted, but he tried run out the portrait hole. Luckily, Mariah had the presence of mind to stun him, so now he's tied up tight sitting in a chair," Amelia managed to get out all in one breath, before she panted for air.
Harry stared at Amelia as she tried to calm herself. After a moment to reclaim, and don his spectacles, he acted. "Wake up Hermione, Amelia," he instructed, then ran back into the room to rouse Ron.
Soon the common oom was filled with the curious Gryffindors. It was fortunate for Malfoy that the Trio, Amelia, and Mariah were the only ones staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. Harry blinked when he finally spotted Malfoy, unconscious, still under the effect of Mariah's timely stunning spell.
"Hermione?" Harry said calmly, prompting her by nodding at Malfoy.
Hermione took the hint and nodded, saying, "Enerverto!", which revived Malfoy from the stunning spell.
Draco Malfoy groaned, his normally perfect white-gold hair in disarray. He blinked rapidly, then gasped in surprise when he saw that he now face to face with his nemesis, Harry Potter. He scowled then as he noticed Harry wasn't alone, what with Ron, Hermione, Amelia and Mariah all looking archly at him.
"Potter? Weasley? What am I doing here?" Malfoy growled, though it was a very pathetic growl indeed. He attempted to get up, and promptly began to panic when he realised he was tied tightly to the chair he was sitting in.
"The way I see it, Malfoy...you've got two choices, really," Harry told him. "Either you explain yourself to us all, or you´ll explain it all to Profesor McGonnagal...your choice."
Malfoy swallowed hard, realising that he really didn't have any choice. "Not that it's any of your business, Potter...but, I've learned how to become Animagi, just like you and your pathetic friends," he sneered, not wanting his fiercest rivals to see how scared he really was. "I just wanted to see all I was capable of. Of course, that was when Dobby and a few other house elves going through the portrait hole. I have to admit, Potter, that when I saw that it was the Gryffindor common room, I let temptation get the better of me, and I leapt through."
"Sounds like him, it does," Ron grumbled, clenching and unclenching the hand he held his wand in.
Malfoy arched a blond eyebrow a moment, but then continued. "Dobby and his friends prevented me from departing right away, and well...I'm afraid I fell asleep. When I awoke the door was closed and I couldn't get out. I planned on waiting until one of you idiot Gryffindors opened it and I'd get clean away. Well, that didn't happen, and I was awakened by those two (he pointed angrily at Mariah and Amelia). When they made a nab for me, I---er, panicked and turned back into myself. Just as I thought I'd made it to the exit, but, alas, the next thing I know, I wake up here."
"All right," Harry said, thinking. "The thing we need to do now is to figure out just what to do with you."
"Do with me?" Malfoy countered. "What do you mean? I told you the truth, didn't I?" He struggled, most ineffectually against his bindings.
"Oh, come off it, Malfoy," Ron growled. "Like you'd do anything different if a Gryffindor was found in the Slytherin common room."
"But we would!" Malfoy wheedled. "Now, release me...immediately!"
"Well there's one thing at least," Amelia pointed out.
"Oh?" Hermione asked, Harry nodding right after her.
"It's the holidays now, isn't it? Otherwise all this fun would be handed over to the teachers now, wouldn't it?" Amelia said sweetly, even though her golden eyes were like agates.
"Hey! I've got an idea," Mariah said.
"Eh? What is it?" Ron said.
Malfoy muttered, "Not good. This is definitely not good."
"Do shut up, Malfoy," Ron growled ominously.
"Well," Mariah continued. "Since he wanted to see the Gryffindor common room so very badly, we could just let him stay here tied up, until the holidays are over?"
"What?" Malfoy sputtered, his pale eyes huge. "Leave me here...with the Scar Head, the poor boy, and the Mudblood?"
Hermione and Ron eyed Malfoy very frostily at that.
"Wait!" Amelia crowed, her golden eyes glinting evilly. "Just so he learns his lesson, why don't we give him into Hermione's tender mercies, eh?" Amelia looked over at Hermione. "Um, if that´s quite all right with you, of course."
"Sounds perfect," Hermione purred, her brown eyes glittering, a small grin on her face that made Malfoy begin to sweat.
Ron shuddered. "Now I know what them mean when they say 'like mother, like daughter'," Ron observed with a grin at Malfoy.
"So, we have a deal then?" Amelia asked and thrust out her hand. Each of the others clasped hands together with Amelia, sealing the bargain. "Agreed!" they all called out.
Malfoy looked upon the Gryffindor faces, shaking his head in misery, knowing he wouldn't be leaving the common room until after the holidays...if ever.
The Revenge of the Gryffindors
Amelia Hooch dashed up to the Sixth Year dormitories, found where Harry and Ron resided, and hurriedly knocked upon the boy's door. "Harry! Ron! Wake up! You're never going to belive this!" she yelled, continuing to hammer on the door so that it rocked on its hinges.
"What's all the bloody noise about?" Harry growled as he opened the door, peering owlishly at Amelia.
"Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!" Amelia recited excitedly, walikng about in circles. "You're never going to believe me, Harry!"
Harry stopped her by clapping his hands on her shoulders. "Amelia, stop! Whatever are you going on about?" he demanded.
"It's Malfoy, Harry. He's here! He's in the common room! Trust me...I'm not lying to you! Mariah and I were up early this morning in the common room. That was when we spotted this ferret---a white one, no less!---and went over to shoo the poor thing out. But when we got close, why...why, then it became Malfoy! We shouted, but he tried run out the portrait hole. Luckily, Mariah had the presence of mind to stun him, so now he's tied up tight sitting in a chair," Amelia managed to get out all in one breath, before she panted for air.
Harry stared at Amelia as she tried to calm herself. After a moment to reclaim, and don his spectacles, he acted. "Wake up Hermione, Amelia," he instructed, then ran back into the room to rouse Ron.
Soon the common oom was filled with the curious Gryffindors. It was fortunate for Malfoy that the Trio, Amelia, and Mariah were the only ones staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. Harry blinked when he finally spotted Malfoy, unconscious, still under the effect of Mariah's timely stunning spell.
"Hermione?" Harry said calmly, prompting her by nodding at Malfoy.
Hermione took the hint and nodded, saying, "Enerverto!", which revived Malfoy from the stunning spell.
Draco Malfoy groaned, his normally perfect white-gold hair in disarray. He blinked rapidly, then gasped in surprise when he saw that he now face to face with his nemesis, Harry Potter. He scowled then as he noticed Harry wasn't alone, what with Ron, Hermione, Amelia and Mariah all looking archly at him.
"Potter? Weasley? What am I doing here?" Malfoy growled, though it was a very pathetic growl indeed. He attempted to get up, and promptly began to panic when he realised he was tied tightly to the chair he was sitting in.
"The way I see it, Malfoy...you've got two choices, really," Harry told him. "Either you explain yourself to us all, or you´ll explain it all to Profesor McGonnagal...your choice."
Malfoy swallowed hard, realising that he really didn't have any choice. "Not that it's any of your business, Potter...but, I've learned how to become Animagi, just like you and your pathetic friends," he sneered, not wanting his fiercest rivals to see how scared he really was. "I just wanted to see all I was capable of. Of course, that was when Dobby and a few other house elves going through the portrait hole. I have to admit, Potter, that when I saw that it was the Gryffindor common room, I let temptation get the better of me, and I leapt through."
"Sounds like him, it does," Ron grumbled, clenching and unclenching the hand he held his wand in.
Malfoy arched a blond eyebrow a moment, but then continued. "Dobby and his friends prevented me from departing right away, and well...I'm afraid I fell asleep. When I awoke the door was closed and I couldn't get out. I planned on waiting until one of you idiot Gryffindors opened it and I'd get clean away. Well, that didn't happen, and I was awakened by those two (he pointed angrily at Mariah and Amelia). When they made a nab for me, I---er, panicked and turned back into myself. Just as I thought I'd made it to the exit, but, alas, the next thing I know, I wake up here."
"All right," Harry said, thinking. "The thing we need to do now is to figure out just what to do with you."
"Do with me?" Malfoy countered. "What do you mean? I told you the truth, didn't I?" He struggled, most ineffectually against his bindings.
"Oh, come off it, Malfoy," Ron growled. "Like you'd do anything different if a Gryffindor was found in the Slytherin common room."
"But we would!" Malfoy wheedled. "Now, release me...immediately!"
"Well there's one thing at least," Amelia pointed out.
"Oh?" Hermione asked, Harry nodding right after her.
"It's the holidays now, isn't it? Otherwise all this fun would be handed over to the teachers now, wouldn't it?" Amelia said sweetly, even though her golden eyes were like agates.
"Hey! I've got an idea," Mariah said.
"Eh? What is it?" Ron said.
Malfoy muttered, "Not good. This is definitely not good."
"Do shut up, Malfoy," Ron growled ominously.
"Well," Mariah continued. "Since he wanted to see the Gryffindor common room so very badly, we could just let him stay here tied up, until the holidays are over?"
"What?" Malfoy sputtered, his pale eyes huge. "Leave me here...with the Scar Head, the poor boy, and the Mudblood?"
Hermione and Ron eyed Malfoy very frostily at that.
"Wait!" Amelia crowed, her golden eyes glinting evilly. "Just so he learns his lesson, why don't we give him into Hermione's tender mercies, eh?" Amelia looked over at Hermione. "Um, if that´s quite all right with you, of course."
"Sounds perfect," Hermione purred, her brown eyes glittering, a small grin on her face that made Malfoy begin to sweat.
Ron shuddered. "Now I know what them mean when they say 'like mother, like daughter'," Ron observed with a grin at Malfoy.
"So, we have a deal then?" Amelia asked and thrust out her hand. Each of the others clasped hands together with Amelia, sealing the bargain. "Agreed!" they all called out.
Malfoy looked upon the Gryffindor faces, shaking his head in misery, knowing he wouldn't be leaving the common room until after the holidays...if ever.