Draco looked at Crabbe and sniggered. There really was something funny about the giant goon. His eyes were vacant and staring and his mouth slack, there was even a bit of drool sliding out the corner. Goyle clapped him on the back and winked, "Hey Crabbe, where did you leave the Charms book you needed for your homework?" Goyle said.
"What?" Crabbe said. The great lummox remembered to wipe the dribble from the corner of his mouth this time. Draco spluttered another laugh, tears streamed from his eyes and poured, unchecked down his mirth filled cheeks. This was the best day ever.
"What about the date you have with Granger?" Draco said. This time, Crabbe frowned and scratched his head. Goyle fell over the back of the chair and sprawled on the floor, clutching his sides. Draco coughed out another laugh, his eyes screwed shut. This was the best day ever. He made a mental note to clap old Flitwick on the back when he was next in class.
"Date with Granger!" Goyle sniggered from the floor. "Quality."
"I know!" barked Draco. "What else, come on Goyle." Goyle opened his mouth to speak but hastily shut it again. He sat up from the floor and scuttled back to the sofa, his eyes wide. "Come on Goyle."
"Yes, do find something to say that will make us all fall about laughing at your friend's misfortune." The smooth voice of Snape cut through Draco, banishing all mirth, "What about you Draco?" All thoughts of fun escaped him; all he could do was flush and look at the floor. "Then I suggest you put Crabbe back to the way he should be and then begin preparing a paper on why memory charms are not to be used for personal amusement. I want it on my desk tomorrow morning and I want three foot's worth!" Draco swallowed as the Head of House turned away. Goyle lifted the spell and shot a grin at Draco. He had to bite back a laugh as he mouthed the word 'Granger' at him. The laughs almost made writing the paper worth it.