The Ten Plagues of Malfoy
Chapter 9 The Plague of Locusts
A/N Well this chapter Harry gets a big head and several Hufflepuff's are knocked out by the whiteness of his teeth. Just wait until you read it.
"Beware of the locusts!!!"
Harry settled himself at the back bench in History of Magic and wondered again why he had signed himself up for another year of boredom. He was running through a list of reasons when a brown owl appeared on the desk in front of him. He took the scroll from the bird and unrolled it. He scanned the page before he smiled widely and stuffed the scroll in his pocket.
"Mr Potter, would you care to read out the next passage in the book?"
"Certainly Professor. The Goblin Rebellion of 1673 mainly took place on the plains of Spain, where incidentally it rained all the time." It continued on in this vain for the rest of the lesson, but it did keep the smile off Harry's face because it was too boring for words.
All afternoon Hermione didn't seem to be talking to Harry and Ron didn't even notice. This meant that Harry had to talk to Seamus, Dean and Neville, who weren't exactly the best of company. That left Harry mainly on his own.
Harry had taken the scroll out of his pocket as he had walked into the Great Hall for dinner. The first thing that struck him was that everyone was just sitting there, talking loudly. He sat down next to Ron and noticed that there was no food on the golden platters before them.
"What happened?" Harry asked to whoever was listening. It appeared that Dumbledore was because he stood up to explain what had happened.
"As you are aware there is no food in front of you,"
"Damn right." Yelled a Ravenclaw.
"Feed us you old fool." Someone from Slytherin called.
"Well the food has been stolen from the kitchens. It seems that the Weasley twins, even though they have left school can still cause havoc here. All food from all over the school has been taken, the house elves have also been paid not to allow anyone entry to the kitchen until this time tomorrow. We still all need to be fed though so I have organised with Madam Rosmerta that she will shut the Three Broomsticks tonight and cook us all our dinner.
Each year will go down to the pub, starting with 1st year, in the carriages. Each year will be down there for an hour and they may eat whatever they like. The 6th and 7th year may go into any of the other shops that are still open and have their dinner elsewhere if they wish. Now could 1st year please go with Professor McGonagall?"
"Brilliant, my friends are ignoring me and the rest of my dorm will probably eat with their girlfriends." Harry said to himself as he walked up the stairs.
"Well, there is the small matter of today's present." A voice whispered into his ear making him jump.
"Draco, what do you mean by that?"
"How about a candlelit supper for two?"
"Really, now where are we going to get one of them at such short notice?"
"Remember yesterday, a broom for two? Well we could always fly to the muggle village and use this booking that I have."
"Where did you get that from?"
"I had it booked for a while, and it didn't take much to persuade those twins to steal all the food. Dumbledore will never know we're gone."
"Such a brilliant mind in there, pity it wasn't better used in Ravenclaw."
"Excuse me?"
"Well it's good where it is, even with its cunning plans."
"Why thank you. Are you going to get changed? Tuxedo and tails might be good."
"I'm going, I'm going. Just leave me to it; I'll come to you when I'm ready." Harry took the stairs two at a time and reached his room in record time.
It took Harry fifteen minutes to shower, five to dry his hair, ten to get it to sit almost flat and then it took him another twenty minutes to choose an outfit. He had clothes strewn about the floor, his bed the sofa and then the wardrobe was empty. Harry held various things up to himself to see if they looked good but he just couldn't tell. Eventually he decided that Hermione could help him, so he ran out of his room, down the stairs and into the Common Room in just a towel.
"Hermione, I need your help."
"With what Harry?" Hermione couldn't seem to be able to tear her eyes away from Harry's chest to look at his face.
"I need an outfit."
"For what?"
"Come with me and I will tell you."
"Oh." Hermione stood up and followed Harry up the stairs, everyone had been watching Harry to see what he was up to, it wasn't everyday that you saw the Head Boy wearing nothing but a towel, and a short towel at that.
"Right where is Malfoy taking you?"
"Candlelit supper in a muggle restaurant."
"Ooh posh, now you'll need something smart."
"Yeah, but all Dudley's stuff is too big."
"A simple charm can reduce clothes size and I can also change the colour and style of things if you really want me to."
"Good. Then here I am, dress me in something alluring."
"Alluring, I thought you were supposed to wait until the ten days were up?"
"It's day eight, I can at least start to end a subtle message, can't I?"
"So you think he's right for you?"
"I never said that, now dress me."
"Fine then." Hermione started to put various clothes on Harry and then changed the colour, pattern and fit of them.
"You know in History of Magic I got that scroll? Yeah well I won Witch Weekly's Best smile Award again."
"Really? Another two years and you could be Lockhart. Pity you're gay." Hermione added in an undertone as she turned a blue shirt green.
"I will never be anything like that old vain twat. Does my hair look all right?" Harry asked as he looked in the mirror.
"Finished." Harry looked at himself in the mirror and found that he was wearing a pair of black trousers that fitted quite tightly but they also hung off his lithe figure, and a forest green silk shirt that was open at the top showing off Harry's tanned figure.
"Hermione it's wonderful, I love you and I will see you later." He kissed her on the cheek before running full pelt down the stairs and out of the portrait hole.
"Back by midnight." Hermione yelled at Harry's retreating figure, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear her.
Harry gave the password to Draco's rooms and entered, finding Draco sitting on the sofa complete with an impatient look on his face.
"Took you long enough."
"I'm sorry."
"you really are just a vain little rat aren't you?" Draco said jokingly.
"Yeah, can we go yet, I'm really hungry."
"Fine, you look really sexy by the way."
"Thank you, and so do you." Draco had a pair of navy trousers on with a powder blue shirt and a matching jacket was sitting on the back of a nearby chair. He had left his hair loose and without gel, Harry's knees almost collapsed.
"Booking for two with the name Malfoy." Draco told the waiter that held the door open for them.
"Certainly Mr Malfoy, nice to have you back."
"Thanks Will."
"You know the waiter?" Harry asked as they sat down in a dark corner of the restaurant.
"Yes, I might have come here before."
"With?"
"Nsy." Draco mumbled.
"Sorry?"
"Pansy, I had to take her out to dinner because I lost a bet."
"Well now you've been out with the Head Boy and Girl, but only one has one any major competitions."
"What's Pansy won?"
"Excuse me but I have just received notice today that I have won Witch Weekly's Best Smile Award for the third year running."
"Congratulations."
"Why thank you." The two boys continued to talk all the way through the meal and Harry blushed several times, especially when Draco took off his shoe and ran his foot up Harry's leg and rested on his thigh.
At the end of the meal when they were getting up Draco moved his foot slightly to tease Harry before he put his shoe back on. When they were outside Harry hit Draco, but then to apologise he kissed him gently.
"Why don't we continue this back at school?"
"Draco, I'm shocked, and I have to be back in Gryffindor tower by midnight."
"Well, if you go in to your room, get your cloak and go back out to the 'prefect's bathroom' then can I come back in with you. Good plan?"
"I thought you didn't like being in Gryffindor tower?"
"Well if I'm with you then I'm sure it will be all right."
"I have to get my beauty sleep and do my homework."
"Fine, if you don't want me then I will go back to my own cold, lonely bed." Draco stalked off to the dungeons carrying his broom under his arm.
Harry couldn't do anything but go back to the Gryffindor tower where he had to tell Hermione absolutely everything that had happened. Eventually when he got back to his room Hedwig was sitting on his desk, next to a piece of parchment and a quill.
Draco was woken by a persistent tapping on his arm. He looked over to see Harry's owl with a note in her beak.
Draco, I'm sorry.
The portrait of the fat lady on the 7th floor – pumpkin pasty and then up the stairs on the right. The door with the Head Boy plaque on it will be open, just come in.
Harry.
Draco couldn't help but smile to himself as he put on a cloak and headed towards the 7th floor.
A/N Well how did you like it? I think that that was one of the longer chapters. Beware of the locusts/ Weasley twins, it is amazing how they can cause havoc and not be pupils any more. Brilliant eh?
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