"That great oaf, bringing that monstrous bird to class! What was he thinking?!"
Crab and Goyle shrugged in response to Draco's rant.
"Well I'm telling my father. He'll see to it that that over grown eagle gets its head chopped off and with any luck, he'll get the oaf kicked off the grounds too."
The three boys continued on their way to their next class from the Hospital Wing, Draco adjusting the strap on the cast supporting his "injured" arm.
Hermione, who had been hidden around the corner, preparing to use the time turner to attend Ancient Ruins, was steaming. She'd never been so angry. Rules be demanded, she was going to do something Forbidden. With three turns of her pendant she was zapped back in time to two hours before the Care of Magical Creatures class.
Hermione located the twins as quickly as she was able. "I need a favor."
"What, a book report?" Fred asked.
"A research project?" retorted George.
"A week of perfect behavior?" came Fred's voice.
"A co..."
"No. A prank," flatly stated The Bookworm.
"Oh, ho..."
"Dear sister, you want to break the rules?"
"Who'd you have in mind?"
"Do you know what you want done?"
Their voices sounded identical to Hermione. She had no idea which one had said what, so she spoke to them both. "I've had all that I can take of Malfoy today. Could you see to it that he misses his afternoon classes?"
"Consider it done."
"We're at your service."
The twins disappeared as quick as a muggle magician disappearing in a flash of smoke.
An hour later at lunch Draco's robes suddenly switched to sky blue with clouds and rainbows. "Ahh! Who did this?" Draco looked around the room looking for the guilty party, but no one looked guilty, they all were too busy laughing to look guilty. Draco scowled and stomped off to his dorm.
Hermione giggled, "What did you do to him?"
"It's a spell generally used by mothers on baby clothes to make sure the little ones always look cute," explained Fred.
"Yeah, but we modified it so the spell connected to his skin instead of his robes," continued George.
"Cute pictures will show up on everything he puts on for the next 24 hours, even his boxers."
"So, unless he wants to walk around starkers or in clothes with cute pictures, he's going to be hiding out in his dorm for the next day."
Hermione giggled again. She received a few odd looks. Hermione usual chastised people who played pranks, it was strange to see her laugh about one.
Harry flew through the sky on Buckbeak, laughing in delight. He landed in the paddock near Hagrid.
"Great job Harry!"
"Thanks Hagrid."
"A'right, who's next?"
"I'll have a go, Hagrid." Ron approached Buckbeak and bowed respectfully. Buckbeak returned the bow and Ron clambered on.
By the end of class five others had taken a ride and all of the students were thrilled with this new experience.
Back in the Slytherin's boy's dormitory a pile of robes grew ever higher as Draco desperately tried to find something to wear that didn't instantly switch from being classy to being covered in lambs, baby chicks, or, to his horror, roaring lions. He'd even tried on one of Goyle's robes, but had ripped it off the moment a pink bunny carrying a basket of eggs began to hop across the front. The last straw came when he removed the trousers decorated with giraffes, only to find that his briefs, his briefs for Merlin's sake had upon them mum ducks and their ducklings swimming around in ponds. Draco dove under his covers, buried his head in his pillow, and..., "Arrrghh!" Unbeknownst to him, a picture of a kitten playing with a ball of yarn had appeared on his bedspread.