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Malfoy Menace(A/N: I wish to apologise to Myrtle Riddle for this chapter because I know she will have my head when we get back to school and because I know that she likes Malfoy)
Malfoy was not too happy at being called "sexy" in front of a table of snickering Slytherin students. What made it worse was the fact that the entire Gryffindor table was staring—and laughing at him.
Malfoy would get revenge. He knew it was unwise to get revenge on the little kid (Professor McGonagall would have his head) so he decided to take it out on Harry.
And what do you think he did, reader?
Harry had recently acquired a new broomstick – a Firebolt.
Malfoy grinned evilly. What was better than bewitching Harry's broomstick to carry him over the Forbidden Forest and drop him into a werewolf's den?
I am bloody brilliant.
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With the aid of a few sixth-year Slytherin friends, Harry's broomstick was stolen (while he left it on the benches to go put away the crate of balls) and bewitched so that the next rider would be carried far, far away.
Malfoy felt like people usually do on their birthdays (unless they are about to turn forty—that's when birthdays seem to come too quickly).
He, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini laughed for about ten minutes straight in the Slytherin common room.
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Harry was still unaware of the bewitching of his broomstick.
Luckily for him, he was on Fred and George's good side (he normally was) and they saw Malfoy coming to get the broomstick. They switched the broom for an old Silver Arrow since they had a good idea for that broomstick, which was perfected by their little sister…
Fred and George thought the exact same thing as they walked down the hallway.
Ginny is bloody brilliant.
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Harry proudly carried the broomstick down the staircase to the Great Hall before breakfast on Saturday. The Quidditch match was just after breakfast…
Malfoy gleefully watched Harry and the broomstick. When he mounts that broom, he'll be spirited off to Merlin knows where…
Fred and George were carrying the real Firebolt, closely watching Harry and closely followed by Ginny, who had her wand at the ready…
Snape was coming out of the Great Hall…
Percy was following him, angry since he'd lost his Head Boy badge (courtesy of Fred)…
George approached Harry. "Hey, Harry," He whispered something in Harry's ear. Harry was shocked. "No way."
"Yes way, but here's the plan…"
It all happened in a matter of minutes. The broom was standing behind Malfoy, who was waiting impatiently.
Suddenly, Ginny, Fred, George, and Harry pointed their wands at the broom and screamed, "Catalyst!"
Immediately, the broom shot forward at Malfoy.
Ginny smiled. "That'll carry him off to Merlin knows where."
Unfortunately, Malfoy had the sense to duck. So the broom flew over him and flew right at…
Snape"Oh man—" muttered Fred.
Not only that, it picked up Percy, who sat down behind Snape with a dull thud.
"Oh crap!" muttered George.
The broomstick soared towards the Great Hall doors, which were being opened by tiny Professor Flitwick.
"Oh ----!" muttered Ginny. All three boys stared at her. "Uh—sorry."
The broom climbed up higher and higher into the air and soared with lightning speed through the Great Hall.
Professor Dumbledore watched its progress and had to smile.
The broomstick wheeled itself around as Snape and Percy hung onto its handle, screaming and yelling as hard as they possibly could.
Sadly enough for them, Flitwick was unconscious, having being kicked over by Snape as he had flown through the Great Hall doors.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The broomstick crashed against a window. "-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------!"
It flew out through the Entrance Hall and onto the grounds. A throng of students and teachers followed to watch.
The two poor people soared fast around and around the castle, over the Quidditch field, and started to zoom around the lake.
Professor Trelawney saw her opportunity from the Tower to be useful. She did something extraordinarily stupid. Pointing her wand at the broom, she shouted, "Finite!"
The broomstick stopped—and fell.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!"
Percy and Snape landed in the lake with a loud splash.
And of course, reader, our trusty friend with the camera was standing right there, camera at the ready.
A/N: Thank you so much for your ideas for Sylvester. I have used them and I really liked all of them. To you Snape-and-Percy lovers, (Myrtle, my friend) I'm very sorry I had to do this to them, but hey, it amused me. I may wrap up in a while, but I have some more ideas for Ginny's pranks, so…please keep reading!
