DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, for which I am very ungrateful for. The freakin' squirt left me and went to work for J.K. Rowling. It is for this reason I torture him in various ways. Today's torture? Read on….
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were walking to the Great Hall for dinner. Suddenly though, Harry saw Draco Malfoy walking towards them. He sniggered and gestured for Ron and Hermione to continue on without him. Confused, the two left, they didn't really mind though, now they could have some... alone time.
"Harry? Where is the capital of Idiocy", called the sneering ferret whose name rhymes with Baltoy, but that's another story. Draco Malfoy, the boy-who-lived-to-annoy-the-Boy-Who-Lived, was Harry's third sworn enemy, the first being Voldemort, second being Severus Snape, strode up to Harry with his usual annoying smirk.
"I believe its at your house," Harry replied triumphantly.
"Oh? I think not, I believe its at your house. After all, you live with muggle filth," sniffed Malfoy.
"Need a tissue?", wondered Harry aloud.
"A what?", asked Malfoy.
"Speaking of tissues, did you complete your Potion essay?", asked Harry kindly.
This of course knocked Draco off his high horse. He looked at Harry oddly and nodded, pulling it out, "Of course."
"Can I see it?", asked Harry politely.
"No," sneered Draco. "I'm not stupid, I know you only want to copy from it."
"Oh? You think I'd really do that," asked Harry sorrowfully.
The usually sick and twisted Draco was caught off guard again. "Wha…?"
"Listen, Draco, I need to tell you something," Harry's urgent voice caused Draco to put his ear closer, ready to listen. Suddenly, in a quick movement, Harry stuck his index finger in his mouth and then shoved it into Draco's ear, "WET WILLY!" Harry then quickly dashed away leaving Malfoy alone to curse and scream death threats at him.