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What's wrong with Draco?

Draco stifled a yawn and climbed into bed. He rubbed his eyes and turned the lights off. He pulled the covers over him and snuggled the pillow. Just as he fell asleep...

"OW!"

The creature bit him hard pulling Draco into a clear trance. Draco fell unconscious with big rips on his pajama bottoms...


The very next morning, Pansy Parkinson woke up to the yells of Draco.

"Squee!"

Pansy stood up immediately.

"What the bloody hell is going on out there?" she asked her roomate, Lara. Apparently, Laramust have woken up to Draco's cries too, because she was scowling.

"He's been babbling since five in the morning!" Lara shouted at Pansy.

"Well, what do you expect me to do?" Pansy asked.

"I don't know! Use your imagination! Just shut him up!"

Pansy groaned as she descended the Girls' Dormitory. When she reached the Slytherin Common Room, she began searching for Draco. This turned out to be of no need because just then, Draco squealed in her ear. Pansy jumped. She turned around, but immediately regretted doing so, because Draco was standing in front of her wearing only his pair of purple boxers and one sock which was dangling off of his foot. Pansy screamed and ran behind the couch.

"Draco!" she squealed. "Put on your clothes!"

Draco smiled a little and yelled, "Squee!" before running out of the Slytherin Common Room. He spotted Harry and Ron going to the Great Hall. Ron saw Draco running about in his underwear, and blinked several times.

"Harry, is it just me or is Malfoy running about wearing only purple boxers?"

Harry, who didn't notice Draco looked at Ron suspiciously and replied, "Ron, have you been drinking firewhisky again?"

Suddenly, Draco pounced on Harry and started pulling his left ear. Harry then noticed Draco.

"Ron, have you been feeding me firewhisky in my sleep again?"

"Squee! Bumpity-bell-bounce!"

"Ron, have you been feeding Malfoy firewhisky again?"

Draco let go of Harry, and proceeded to the library. Seconds later, screams could be heard coming out of there. Harry and Ron watched amazed as someone literally kicked Malfoy out of the library. That person yelled, "No clothes, no books!"

"That's right. My ichthaesimacorpsul is missing. I was going to show it to Professor Sprout but now that it's gone, I can't. Let's hope that it doesn't bite anybody! Whoever it bites, will start squealing and say "squee" a whole lot. Plus, they will have the tendency to run about in their underwear."

Harry and Ron spun around. Malcolm Baddock was talking to Millicent Blustrode about his plant.

"So that's what happened to Malfoy! The ich-thingy bit him!" Ron exclaimed. "Say, what is the ich-thing anyway?"

"If you mean ichthaesimacorpsul, then it is an exotic plant from the Andes," Hermione said behind them. "Its bite is dangerous, because it causes extreme hyperness. The only cure is to be kissed by someone wearing the same kind and color of underpants."

They all stared at each other.

Finally, Hermione said, "Well, we have to do something. If we don't, then we will see Malfoy strutting about in his stuff for some while."

"Right then. I am wearing green underwear. What about you guys?"

"Pink," Hermione responded blushing.

They all looked at Ron. He gulped.

"Purple," he said sadly.

Harry had to bite his lip to stop from laughing.

"Well Ron," Hermione said looking amused. "It's all up to you!"

Ron gulped again and said, "It's time for the kiss of death."

He slowly walked around looking for Malfoy. He spotted Draco sniffing two third-years. The third-years looked positively frightened.

Ron walked up to Malfoy, and quickly gave a peck on his lip. Malfoy suddenly snapped out of it. Draco looked at his attire and at the blushing Weasley and screamed, "What the bloody hell?"

THE END