LATER
They had double potions with the Gryffindors the next morning, and as he took his seat in the back of the dungeon with Crabbe and Goyle, he noted that Hermione, Harry and Ron were all sitting there as well, on the Gryffindor side.
Harry looked very tried, probably from all that Quidditch practice the Weasley's (new Quidditch captains) were putting them through. Damn Potter, he didn't even know how to hold a broom right and he still kicked Draco's ass.
Halfway into the class, Goyle and Crabbe fell asleep, like always. Professor Snape was saying something about the three year old gizzard of a blue bellied something or other while Draco slipped out the piece of paper he had written down from the book.
Ignoring the warning of NOT to cast the incantation in groups of people, he muttered it. "When I mutter these words here, 'ere after you shall make others quiver in fear." He paused. "Who the hell makes these things up?" (Draco looks at authors Pengwinn and Ostrich, all jay and silent bob strike back like. Pengwinn and Ostrich whistle innocently. Ostrich- Not us! Heh Heh….).
After class, Draco walked up to his two friends…bodyguards rather, and smiled. "Feeling…any…different?" He tried.
"Not really." They grunted in unison.
"Feel like smashing Potter's head into a wall though." Crabbe said, walking in the direction of Harry.
"Stay! Bad Crabbe!" Draco shouted. Man Crabbe and Goyle acted like pets. It was fun though, he had to admit. He looked over in the corner where Harry and Ron were having a scuffle.
Harry was attempting to shove Ron's head through the cement dungeon floor, while Hermione tried to pull him off. He threw her across the room, and she hit the ground with a very audible smack. Harry's eyes were all lit up. "Stay the fuck away from me!" He shouted, running out of the class room. Draco's jaw dropped, and then he looked at the incantation directions again.
"Do NOT perform in large groups. Dammit!" He ran after Harry, grabbing his cloak.
"What the hell do you want you stupid Jarvey?!" He shouted, turning around. Even Harry had never snapped at him like that. Maybe the Weasle, but not Harry. Hell, Hermoine had slapped him and yet Harry didn't lay one finger on him.
"What's going on with you?" Draco asked, knowing all to well what the hell was going on with him.
"Nothing. Why the fuck do you care anyway? You stupid prat." He threw Draco into the cement door and ran off, leaving Draco, bleeding immensely from the head, and confused behind.
Skippy Skippy
After leaving the hospital wing hours later, Draco still felt dizzy. "Stupid incantation backfired to Potter. Dammit!"
Crabbe and Goyle rounded up with Pansy Parkinson and some other Slytherins met him in the Great Hall. "Oh my gosh, Draco are you alright?" Pansy squealed, rubbing up against him.
"Pansy, back off. All of you, go away. Except for Crabbe and Goyle." They followed his orders, and he passed the two a pastry.
He'd gotten them in the hospital wing, and they were filled with a sleeping concoction so that he could sleep dreamlessly while in severe pain. The two passed out on the Slytherin common room floor, and he smiled.
"When I mutter these words here, 'ere after you shall make others quiver in fear." He looked at them. "Work dammit! How are you supposed to know if it works?!"
"Work dammit, how are you supposed to know if it works?" They muttered in a monotonus tone.
"Our names are Crabbe and Goyle and we want to impress Draco's parents. We're going to act more like him." Draco said slowly. They repeated it after him. "When we wake up, we will act just like Draco."
He thought about it as the two repeated. "But we're going to do whatever he says, not act like a bossy know it all." They repeated it, sounding mechanical somewhat.
Once they woke up, Draco was grinning like a hyena. "Feel any different boys?"
They had double potions with the Gryffindors the next morning, and as he took his seat in the back of the dungeon with Crabbe and Goyle, he noted that Hermione, Harry and Ron were all sitting there as well, on the Gryffindor side.
Harry looked very tried, probably from all that Quidditch practice the Weasley's (new Quidditch captains) were putting them through. Damn Potter, he didn't even know how to hold a broom right and he still kicked Draco's ass.
Halfway into the class, Goyle and Crabbe fell asleep, like always. Professor Snape was saying something about the three year old gizzard of a blue bellied something or other while Draco slipped out the piece of paper he had written down from the book.
Ignoring the warning of NOT to cast the incantation in groups of people, he muttered it. "When I mutter these words here, 'ere after you shall make others quiver in fear." He paused. "Who the hell makes these things up?" (Draco looks at authors Pengwinn and Ostrich, all jay and silent bob strike back like. Pengwinn and Ostrich whistle innocently. Ostrich- Not us! Heh Heh….).
After class, Draco walked up to his two friends…bodyguards rather, and smiled. "Feeling…any…different?" He tried.
"Not really." They grunted in unison.
"Feel like smashing Potter's head into a wall though." Crabbe said, walking in the direction of Harry.
"Stay! Bad Crabbe!" Draco shouted. Man Crabbe and Goyle acted like pets. It was fun though, he had to admit. He looked over in the corner where Harry and Ron were having a scuffle.
Harry was attempting to shove Ron's head through the cement dungeon floor, while Hermione tried to pull him off. He threw her across the room, and she hit the ground with a very audible smack. Harry's eyes were all lit up. "Stay the fuck away from me!" He shouted, running out of the class room. Draco's jaw dropped, and then he looked at the incantation directions again.
"Do NOT perform in large groups. Dammit!" He ran after Harry, grabbing his cloak.
"What the hell do you want you stupid Jarvey?!" He shouted, turning around. Even Harry had never snapped at him like that. Maybe the Weasle, but not Harry. Hell, Hermoine had slapped him and yet Harry didn't lay one finger on him.
"What's going on with you?" Draco asked, knowing all to well what the hell was going on with him.
"Nothing. Why the fuck do you care anyway? You stupid prat." He threw Draco into the cement door and ran off, leaving Draco, bleeding immensely from the head, and confused behind.
Skippy Skippy
After leaving the hospital wing hours later, Draco still felt dizzy. "Stupid incantation backfired to Potter. Dammit!"
Crabbe and Goyle rounded up with Pansy Parkinson and some other Slytherins met him in the Great Hall. "Oh my gosh, Draco are you alright?" Pansy squealed, rubbing up against him.
"Pansy, back off. All of you, go away. Except for Crabbe and Goyle." They followed his orders, and he passed the two a pastry.
He'd gotten them in the hospital wing, and they were filled with a sleeping concoction so that he could sleep dreamlessly while in severe pain. The two passed out on the Slytherin common room floor, and he smiled.
"When I mutter these words here, 'ere after you shall make others quiver in fear." He looked at them. "Work dammit! How are you supposed to know if it works?!"
"Work dammit, how are you supposed to know if it works?" They muttered in a monotonus tone.
"Our names are Crabbe and Goyle and we want to impress Draco's parents. We're going to act more like him." Draco said slowly. They repeated it after him. "When we wake up, we will act just like Draco."
He thought about it as the two repeated. "But we're going to do whatever he says, not act like a bossy know it all." They repeated it, sounding mechanical somewhat.
Once they woke up, Draco was grinning like a hyena. "Feel any different boys?"