The Creation of a laughter

Draco had never enjoyed their History of Magic class. Lately, it had become worse than ever, and he was failing to invent new tricks that would make the lesson go by faster. During this one, he'd already counted the books in the shelves twice, tried to make Neville Longbottom fall out of his chair by just staring at him, wondered what their Professor would do if he ever saw that crazy Divination teacher bare naked, and succeeded to put a false love-letter from

Blaise in Ron Weasley's bag, unnoticed. All this, and half the lesson was still left.

He sighed and leaned back negligently, and with his sight on the Weasel's freckled neck, he came to think of his younger sister. She'd been acting really odd today. First she was nowhere to be seen for several weeks, and then, all of the sudden, she comes down to the Great Hall for lunch, acting as cool as ever, and being all over Potter. He wondered if that's why he hadn't seen her much lately, she was dating Potter. But then why had she looked at him like that after

lunch, with that smile on her face?

A faint whistle hissed behind him and Draco turned slowly around, making sure he didn't draw any attention, and looked Blaise in the eyes. His friend looked back at him and rolled his eyes showing that he was just as bored as Draco. He nodded and made a sign, telling him to wait for a few seconds, as he turned back to grab his quill. Realizing he hadn't brought anything to take notes on. He sighed and began rummaging through his pockets trying to find something he could type down his message on.

The small piece of paper was deep down in his left pocket, and it surprised him to find it, since he couldn't remember putting it there. He brought it out and was just about to dip his quill in the black ink when he noticed that there was already something written on it.

I'm bored.

I dare you to make me laugh tomorrow at lunch.

He arched a brow, so this was what Potter had been watching her write down at lunch, and why she'd bumped into him outside the Great Hall, when there was plenty of room – she was certainly back in business. With a crooked smile, he pulled off a piece of the paper and wrote his message for Blaise and swiftly handed it backwards. But the note from Ginny he put back in his pocket, where it would be safe.

Thirty long minutes later they exited the classroom, and Blaise immediately approached Draco.

"I guess we survived one more." He said and punched Draco playfully in the shoulder.

"Well," Draco answered and stretched his back, "I think he wants us killed slowly and painfully."

"You're probably right. But what's all this?" Blaise asked, confused, and brought out Draco's note, "A challenge?"

"Yep, I have one, for every Slytherin who will accept it," Draco answered and smirked, "but I expect you to win Zabini."

Blaise snorted and gave Draco a glare. "I always win," he said without knowing what it all was about. "Shrinking potion," he said to an ugly worn out portrait, and the entrance to their common room opened up before them, "Just tell me what it is and I'll be ready in an hour."

Draco drawled down in an armchair in front of the fire, looking smugly around the common room. "Well, first we must get you some opponents. Get everyone who's interested down here."

Blaise sighed and dropped his books in front of Draco. "Yes Sir," he said maliciously, "Is there anything else I can get you."

"For now, no," Draco answered casually and watched Blaise walk off, muttering about him always doing the dirty stuff. "I think he's forgetting who destroyed a whole set of robes by digging in the mud last month," he muttered himself.

A while later Draco was surrounded by a group of 4 people. There had been more, at first, but after excluding the youngest and the girls too, just a few were left; Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and a boy called Guy. Draco looked at them, knowing that even though every one of them would have a go, only Blaise would be able to succeed.

"Right," he said and put on a smirk. "I have a challenge for you guys. You will have exactly the whole lunch tomorrow to carry it out, and the one who wins will have the honour of having the next package my mother sends me." Draco's mother always sent him packages of cakes, sweets, and other really delicious stuff.

"And the challenge?" Blaise asked, irritated. Draco noticed how tired he was of him dragging this out.

"I'll simply say it," Draco decided, "My challenge for you, is to make Ron Weasley kiss you, voluntarily."

Thank you so much Cassandra J Weasley, for helping me and editing this chapter! I think you are the one who will get Draco's mother's package:)

Anyways, I think I've become really creative again, this chapter was done in an hour or so, and I'm finally satisfied with my chapters again! And it feels really good. Hope you are too.

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/Honey