Dragon Disposal Day was April 10th. Harry and Hermione, mainly, had planned the route. Malfoy had mostly provided criticism - which Harry appreciated a lot more than Hermione did. That was due to Malfoy's tendency to call her Mudblood at most opportunities.
Somehow, Harry had managed to cobble together the right clothing, for himself and Hermione at least. Ron was borrowing his brother's old clothes, and whatever Malfoy did, harry just hoped he stayed out of the way.
Nearly midnight, and here they were walking out to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Not that Harry truly thought there would be a werewolf. But unicorns were scary enough, if they got angry. Let alone some of the other creatures.
"Hagrid!" Hermione had gotten over there quicker. Ron was looking like if he had half a wit he'd be afraid, but lacking that, he was staring slackjawed at the dark Forbidden Forest. Nervous, Harry grabbed onto one of Ron's hands, and planted his feet. Luckily it wasn't a Will O The Wisp that had so mesmerized the Weasel.
Getting the Dragon into the spellbound cage proved difficult. Who knew that dragons could smell magic? Well, at least the dragon-controlling kind. Halfway through their war with Norbert, Malfoy barreled in - dressed in the latest smashing fashions for Dragoneering. This naturally distracted Ron, for juuust long enough. Harry used his face and Hermione's to lure the dragon into the small cage. Or maybe the dragon was just teething...
They were halfway up the tower when Professor McGonagall appeared. "A little late, Mister Malfoy. No trouble I take it?" Ron and Hermione were glaring daggers at Malfoy, and Harry was sorely tempted to, as well. But he didn't want Prof. McGonagall getting the wrong idea, and it was child's play to know she cared about school unity rubbish and all that.
Draco quietly agreed that there'd been no trouble. "The Dragon didn't know that the cage was the best place for it, so we needed to persuade it so."
"Well, lets get on with it. The dragontamers won't wait for no man." Prof McGonagall said crisply. Ron and Hermione were pulling faces behind Draco's back, which had Harry smirking. Malfoy could act like a total tool, but Harry's friends knew what was up.
Eventually they made their way to the top of the Astronomy Tower - yes, even the Professor, sternly informing them that a Class S creature ought not to be shipped around without care and consideration.
At the end, it seemed almost like a letdown. Charlie's friends just hung in the air, and Ron gave them the dragon. Then they flew off, in formation on their broomsticks.
Professor McGonagall said, "Well, it's been a long night. That will be ten points off each for the Gryffindors, and fifteen for Slytherin. Nobody likes a tattler. You have one detention for this, and will have another if you don't go straight to your dormitories."
"Yes Professor" they chimed.
After the Professor had disappeared, Harry turned on Malfoy, "You got a Professor involved?"
Malfoy somehow managed both an indifferent shrug and a smirk at the same time. "You asked for all the safety precautions. A teacher's the last on the list."
Typical Malfoy, Harry thought.
[a/n: Harry still doesn't like trusting adults. Or anyone, really. Leave a review?]