Can't Get It Out of My Head
As you trot down the hall back to your own dorm, hazy with a hangover, you wonder if you'll make it in time so as to not pose any questions as to your whereabouts the previous night. As of late, it's been typical for you to disappear from the common room to clear your mind, and your friends have allowed you this, feeling sympathy for such a 'poor soul.' That makes you snort as you turn the corner right before Gryffindor Tower; they're 'poor souls', the ignorant prats.
Apparently your timing is perfect, you've returned just as others are heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast. You sit down in one of the comfortable chairs and wait for Ron and Hermione to make an appearance. Whilst waiting, you play over the previous night's activities, the ones that included a bed in the Slytherin dorms and one very playful Draco Malfoy. You laugh out loud as you remember one certain point during the night. You chuckle a bit more as you realize just how this must look to the younger years as they pass you by: you're sitting completely alone, look tired and disheveled, and you're laughing to yourself. Before the skittish first years have a chance to give you an even bigger girth, you spot your friends and stand, still smiling in amusement.
On the nearly silent trip to breakfast, you again burst out in laughter as you entertain yourself with thoughts of seeing Malfoy like that once again. Hermione gives you a skeptical look and Ron looks to her for some kind of answer; even she can't figure out what's making you laugh so very much and so very loud. You've made it to the Gryffindor Table without either posing a simple question as to what you find so amusing and so very entertaining. You've also made it through part of the meal, but as you raise your goblet to sip some pumpkin juice, you find need to replace it before your laughing seizure causes it to shower your housemates. As you double in laughter, trying your hardest not to look at the Slytherin table, Hermione can take it no longer.
"Harry, what is wrong with you today? You've been laughing like a madman all morning and I have not seen anything even remotely funny." You can tell she is offended by this, she seems irritated that you've not told them and they've been forced to ask you.
"I can't get it out of my head," you say, gulping for air between bursts of laughter. You catch sight of Malfoy glaring at you and this only fuels your amusement, especially since his oh so perfect hair is sticking straight up in the back. Sex hair, you think, laughing harder.
"Can't get what out of your head, mate?" Ron asks after downing a cup of tea.
"The…the look," you begin, "on Malfoy's face…when…when I…" You obviously couldn't finish the sentence through your laughter. It's not as if you wanted to finish it anyway, you couldn't very well describe to them the face that Malfoy made when you revealed to him just how sadistic you could be. What harm was a little candle wax?