"O crap o crap o crap!" Malfoy screamed, but more for fun, since the rushing wind around him took all sounds away with it. More excitement than fear stayed his mind now that he was the UPA man's hostage. Imagine the man's face when he took the cones off him.

They stopped, but this was not the UPA man's lair. It was a gas station, and the UPA man was taking a long time paying for his gas. Malfoy decided he was bored, so got out, making sure to tip any still standing cones before leaving.

When the cold air bit his face, he started to realize he probably in trouble. He had left his broom at the parking lot, and he had no idea where he was. He expected Harry had split, too

His feet turning to little lumps of ice and his fingers threatening to fall off, Malfoy trudged on and tried to forget about Harry and the others. He found that easy, now that the burning cold was now becoming an important issue.

At first he thought it was the cold making him hallucinate, but he saw Harry fly to him on a broom. Too numb to even say anything disparaging, he let Harry pick him up and put him on the back of the broom. They went back to school in silence.

Luckily for Ron and Hermoine, Percy was still around to fix the car, though he gave Ron a lecture that made him shy on ever going near the car again. Ron was surprised Percy wasn't freaking out about the orange stains left on the doors, but he was sure Percy would get around to that in time.

After that incident, the entire subject of coning was completely dropped. Percy and Oliver didn't let that stop them from going out at night and probably coning themselves, Harry seriously suspected. They did seem a bit more jovial lately.

He hadn't seen Malfoy since then, but that was his own fault. He was certain Malfoy would never talk to him again after the UPA man thing. Surely Malfoy blamed him.

So it was a shock that rattled his nerves when Malfoy sat in the desk next to Harry one day in class. "What are you doing here? You're going to get in trouble!"

Malfoy smirked, and cast a nasty but excited look to Ron, who was glaring at him from his seat. "Trouble is my life, Potter." As he said this, he pulled something out of his pocket and dangled it in front of Harry's face.

Harry's eyes went wide when he saw the letters UPA carved into the key. "Bloody Hell!"

Malfoy's wide smile was infectious, and he put the key away as he got up to leave. "I thought we could finish what we started, but you don't want to get into trouble."

Harry grabbed him and pulled him back down. "Trouble is my life."

A smile flashed across Malfoy's face as Harry took the key.

THE END