Disclaimer: Hmm… maybe I'm forgetting something here…(angry lawyers and pitchforks) OKAY, OKAY! I don't own Harry Potter!

A/N: Okay, harrypotterfreak93, I think I know what idea you're talking about, even if it's not the idea, I'm using it. Thanks:)

And I lied. I'll continue this story further because I have some more ideas to the storyline.

Malfoy's Evil Deed

Malfoy received a parcel the next morning at breakfast. The exhausted owl that delivered it flopped noisily into a pitcher of orange juice, splattering Pansy's perfect, just-finished mascara ("Ew!" Pansy screamed. "Foul fowl!").

Malfoy ignored her and tore it open. There was a letter from his father, answering the one that Malfoy had sent to him. Malfoy silently read it. (He'd asked his father for something to get revenge on the "stupid, bratty, son of a Gryffindor")

Here you are, Draco. It had to be a nice little fairy story, or the brat wouldn't bother to read it. It'll "erase" him, so to speak, and the brat will be nothing more than a cute picture.

Malfoy grinned. This'll be fantastic.

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The book was titled Skippy the Pixie and his Adventures in Gnome Land.

Malfoy met Sylvester trotting down the hallway from the bathroom. Ginny was also passing by and stood to watch. This can't be good.

"Hello, Sylvester."

"H-hi Draco."

"Why the scared face?"

"You're scary."

Malfoy laughed. "No need to be. Hey, look, I've got you a present."

Of course, Sylvester couldn't resist such a nice, shiny book. Wow. He can't be so bad.

Ginny became anxious. She ran towards Sylvester. "Don't touch that book."

Sylvester was annoyed. "Why?"

Malfoy frowned. Stupid Weaselette. Ruining my plan. "Yes, why?"

"Because you've probably done something to it."

"Of course I haven't."

"Stop telling me what to do, Ginny."

Sylvester took the book and opened it. In a gust of wind and flashes of purple and green light, Sylvester vanished into the book. (A/N: kind of an Inkheart crossover, but not really)

Ginny screamed. "WHAT'VE YOU DONE WITH HIM?"

Malfoy opened the book. There was a picture of Sylvester, looking miserable and wearing your average elf costume, including the stupid hat.

"SYLVESTER!"

Malfoy still suffered. He walked into DADA with several bruises, an angry look, and purple hair. Poor Malfoy. Ah well.

A/N: short and sweet, I hope. Next chapter will be longer. Thanks for the idea, I kind of modified it to fit the story, but thanks again.