"I believe you'll find my hunt item on the table there," Draco said carelessly, throwing this arm in that direction. "How many points does that give me?"
"Not nearly as many as you'd hoped. You're too snarky, you know that? Alan and I are deducting five points for your cheek."
Draco looked to Alan for some sort of help, but he stared back cooly.
"Sorry, mate. You're a bit of a prat," he said with a shrug. "Its just the way it works."
Draco stormed in the direction of his dorm when Alan called him back, "You can get those points back if you return the trousers without getting questioned."
"Simple," Draco smiled, all the while wondering how on earth he'd manage it.
He'd given it careful thought from the time he left the common room to the time he reached the library. It was in this time which he formulated his master plan.
Harry sat next to Hermione, Ron on her other side, engrossed in a book for prospective Aurors. Draco approached the table, and the three looked up.
"You oughtn't leave these things lying about," he said, tossing the trousers at Harry, who completely missed catching them. They landed on his shoulder, looking something like a scarf. That is, if Hermione had ever knitted elf scraves, this is what they would look like, only much lumpier.
"Erm... thanks?" Harry answered, looking to Hermione and Ron for help.
"Just don't do it again," Draco sighed, and left the library. He was pleased to find that when he returned to his dorm, his name was the one with the most points