Draco had set his trap well. Jace, a first year Slytherin, walked with a bit of a limp (we all had secrets, Draco salved his conscience for not asking), and headed down one of the second floor corridors from Transfiguration to lunch. Since he was slower than the rest of his class, he took the longer routes, the ones that didn't depend on quick feet to deal with tricky staircases.

It had made him vulnerable.

Draco had set up some omniculars, set them up all up and down the hallway. Set to record.

Now, Draco was just there to distract any teachers - or god-forbid meddling Gryffindors - from sliding down the hallway.

This was Slytherin business.

Or at least it had been, before.

Draco was about to test the limits of Hufflepuff friendship, after all. His canny smile was that of a cat, as his ears caught the telltale sounds of Jace yelping, brief bursts of pain-filled grunts - trying to be as quiet as possible.

He needn't have worried.

Slytherin looks after its own.

By the time Jace stumbled out of the corridor, half bloodied and with an ear the size of China, Draco was 'coincidentally' walking up the stairs. With a bit of a shove, Draco deposited a handful of potions in Jace's hands. When the boy looked up, wide-eyed, Draco said simply, "Slytherins don't fight. They get revenge. " His lips curled into a bit of a smirk, as he said, "Wait for it."

"Still can't believe I'm working with a brace of Gryffindors." Draco Malfoy said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Oi! we're not dead yet." One of the twins said.

"Who are we pranking today?' Draco asked, before lowering his voice, "Please not Snape, Please not Snape."

"Snape would be too predictable." One of the twins said. "What would you say to making Minerva McGonagall black from head to toe."

"I'd say whatever you're planning, you could do it easier with the floos around here." Draco Malfoy said with a smile, "But I'm in."

The three leaned together and started to draw out a plan. Since Minerva had the instincts of a cat, they had to create quite the trap to have it work. Luckily, Draco Malfoy knew a few hapless Hufflepuffs, who might do anything for a bit of attention from 'Sex God Malfoy' (a nickname Draco hadn't realized he possessed, before the Twins brought it up).

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