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Revenge Worthy of a Malfoy

Draco found him in an empty corridor, close to where the Transfigurations classroom was located. But he wasn't smiling, and standing, like a normal person should be, instead, he was laying prone on the floor, blood dripping freely from his nose, and his lip spread open, dribbles of Harry's blood there as well. He lifted Harry from the floor, anger entering his chest for his new friend. He looked around the empty corridor, hoping to see the perpetrator, only to find a flash of red on a tall broad male running away from the scene.

Once the flash of red hair disappeared, Draco calmed down a bit, and turned his attention to Harry. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him, other than the fact his lip was bruised, and his nose broken. Weasley must have thrown a really strong punch, if Harry was out cold because of it, but then again, Harry wasn't exactly the strongest bloke in the whole school.

"Rennervate" he said softly.

Harry's eyes fluttered open, and looked around confusedly before landing on Draco.

"Malfoy?"

Draco just nodded, eyeing Harry curiously. Did the other man realize that his best friend had knocked him out?

Harry seemed to have realized exactly how they were sitting, and began to wriggle out of their embrace. Draco flushed and let him go, dropping his hands from around the other man's waist. He refused to apologize, and Harry didn't seem to expect one.

"What happened?" Draco asked finally, wanting to hear what had happened from the man, maybe he was wrong after all, and Weasley had nothing to do with it?

"I don't know," Harry replied, rubbing the bridge of his nose anxiously. "Someone hit me from behind, and that's all I remember."

Coward! Draco thought angrily, it probably was Weasley then; the man had no guts whatsoever, hitting from behind, so he could do more damage without retaliation. Gryffindor my arse! Revenge it was. His mind began to probe possible options, when Harry's voice forced him out of his thoughts.

"Right, so I think I'll go to Madam Pomfrey to fix my face, I'd rather not have any questions."

Draco nodded, and stood up, automatically holding out a hand to Harry, before he was aware of what he was doing. Harry seemed to realize the same thing, and quirked an eyebrow, a soft smile on his face. "Since when are you a gentleman, Malfoy?" he asked, smirking.

Draco refused to take his hand back, and Harry shook his head grinning. He took it, and helped himself to his feet. Harry held his hand a moment longer than necessary, before he shook his head out of some reverie, and released it.

The two began walking side by side, not saying anything, they reached the Hospital Wing before long. Madam Pomfrey took one look at Harry, before tsking, and showing him a bed to sit down on.

"What happened?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing, and lips thinning. "Do you have something to do with this Mr. Malfoy?" the accusation in her voice was actually very insulting, and Draco voiced his opinion to the woman tending to Harry.

"No, actually Madam Pomfrey, I came upon Potter here, to see him in this state, and when I looked around, I saw a shock of red hair fleeing the scene. It appears that Weasel-bee had something to do with this." His voice was stiff, and a familiar sneer on his face, one, that Draco was sure had not been there for some time. Being around Harry calmed him, something he had yet to understand.

Madam Pomfrey tsked again, and with a flick of her wand, made Harry's face look like new once more. His nose however, was a different story. The damn prick had broken it, and it would be necessary to fix it, which generally gave a very uncomfortable twinge.

"This may hurt just a bit, Mr. Potter." Madam Pomfrey said, though she did not sound overly concerned. "Episky!" A crunch was heard, as well as a muffled curse. Draco could not help but smirk. Now that he was learning a little bit more about the person behind the Boy-Who-Lived, he was beginning to comprehend that he wasn't as shallow as he had thought for the past 7 years. There was a lot to Harry Potter that many did not know about. He held no mask on his face now, and he looked annoyed. Harry had yet to accuse him of being wrong about the Weasel, but he was certain it would come.

A Scourgify took care of the blood that had dropped onto Harry's robes, and then they were off again, with a warning to be careful in the future from Madam Pomfrey. The two rolled their eyes, and then strolled off to Transfigurations, which would by now, be halfway through its lesson. Madam Pomfrey had been nice enough to supply them with a note, but still, this was Professor McGonagall; she never cared about the excuse, no matter how applicable, to her, if you were late, you were in for trouble. Draco could only hope though, his record was near spotless so far, and he didn't want to ruin it because Professor McGonagall was in a bad mood.

They approached the classroom, and finally Harry spoke, his voice was composed, but a hint of anger could be heard behind the calm mask Harry was putting on. "I think you might be right," he began, "about Ron, that is."

"Of course I'm right," Draco scoffed, "the git is a bloody coward, but just watch his expression when we walk in, if he doesn't seem surprised that we are late, he's our man, however, if you can see a clear shock, perhaps we need to look further into this."

Harry nodded his head, but said nothing otherwise.

"I'll look, if both of us suddenly stare at the Weasel, he will know that we're onto him."

Harry nodded again, and they opened the door to the classroom, meeting the wrath of McGonagall.

Her eyes narrowed angrily, and before she could begin shouting, Harry rushed forward and handed them the note Madam Pomfrey had given them. She took the parchment, still glaring.

Draco took this opportunity to glance at Weasley. There was a smug smile on his face, and the surprise of their lateness was nowhere to be seen. He knew exactly where they had been, and why they were late.

Weasley is definitely our man, Draco thought, a few dangerous forms of revenge already forming inside his whirring mind.

More than a few whispers and mutterings could be heard throughout the class, when Draco had entered with Harry. They had yet to cease, but Draco just ignored them. He didn't care what they thought. They hated him regardless.

There were only two seats remaining, and he moved towards it, not wishing any further wrath to fall upon them, now that McGonagall seemed to be calming down. It shocked him that she didn't deduct points, but it had yet to fall a day, that anyone understood the way Professor McGonagall's mind worked.

Harry sat down beside him, and they shared another smile. Things would be fine.

September 18th,

Well, let's begin shall we? Three days passed, and things between the Weasel and Harry have definitely deteriorated. If they glance at each other, hatred is obvious behind the eyes of Weasel-bee, and Harry? His eyes would stare into the ones that were malevolent, and angry, and he would just look away. He has already begun to understand that things would not get better, not as long as he remains friends with me. I'm somewhat surprised though, I still don't understand why Harry would choose me over his long time friend. Has he seen what I've seen from day one? That Weasley was not the proper friend for him? I would never ask him though, because if there were still a possibility that a spot of warmth was left in his heart for the Weasel, he would get mad at me, not because he is actually angry, but because he is so bloody confused at the whole thing.

Longbottom, Lovegood, The Weasley twins, Finnegan, and Thomas all seemed to have filled in the blanks of being his friend. Blaise and Theo have been pretty decent as well, which I'm thankful for. The Mudblood seems to be torn, remain friends with Harry, or her boyfriend of a year. Thus far, she picked her boyfriend, though she does send Harry pitying looks every so often. He ignores them. The one time she tried to convince him to 'come back to them, and leave the ferret behind.' Harry glared at her, and said that ''the ferret' as you so obnoxiously call him, has been a good friend so far, better than either of you, and with the way you're acting, I'd pick him over either of you any day.' And with that, he stormed away. I let him go. He needed his space. Everyone does.

Pansy has been on my case ever since I began spending more time with Harry. She latches herself onto me, and begins groping me, and kissing any part she can get her mouth on. Why my parents thing that Pansy is a good choice, I have yet to understand. She isn't ugly, not too terrible anyway. Her pug nose is a bit of a turn off, and usually, this never bothered me, but I need to start looking for a new girl. I never get aroused anymore around her, and she still didn't notice this, even though she has this tendency to grasp at my crotch area whenever she thinks people aren't looking. By the way Blaise laughs, and Theo scoffs, I know they both know exactly what goes on underneath the table.

Speaking of Theo, his week is up; it had been quite humorous to see him doing everything I asked of him, though I didn't ask him to dress me again, seeing as that seemed to have turned him on a bit too much. I wonder whether or not he will come to me again, and ask for some more sexual release, though it is a good bit of fun, if I do get myself an official girlfriend, I would feel the need to tell her, or would I? I don't know, I'm a Slytherin, not a Hufflepuff, but all the same, fidelity was something treasured in my home, and I plan to respect that.

I've had some ideas regarding the revenge I've been planning. Some that edge on dangerous, while others are just mighty humiliating. I'm thinking right now towards the humiliating. Dangerous, though not entirely so, would only make Weasley go to the hospital wing for a couple of days, before he'd heal and leave. It would be as if nothing had occurred, and the Weasel would definitely not learn his lesson. Humiliating it is. Now all I need, is a couple of ingredients from Severus' personal store….and voila, I'll have something good….not going to specify here though, in case someone is too deranged for their own good, and takes my blood just to read what I write in here….

Time to begin planning….

OH! One more thing. I have yet to give Harry the other slate. It borders on silly, and even though it is very useful, I'm afraid of his reaction. I'll hash out what I need to say to him later.

It was now study hour. A group of nine was sitting around a table in the library scratching at their parchments, or looking something up into large tomes. Draco looked around at the group of people that were slowly entering his group of friends. Harry, Seamus Finnegan,Neville Longbottom, and his long time friends of Blaise and Theo. The Weasley twins were there as well, and Luna Lovegood. The latter three wasn't entirely surprising. They seemed to have taken a liking to Harry a long time ago. Harry had confirmed this in one of their many talks. What was shocking though, was that now that Harry had obviously accepted him, those that supported Harry accepted him as well. It was a nice change.

Wondering if now was a good time to bring up the revenge, he eyed the occupants warily. They all seemed deep into their studies. Would they welcome an interruption? The Weasley twins certainly would, they were the epitome of trouble. He smirked. An interruption it is!

He cleared his throat, and garnered the attention of everyone sitting near him. Wow, they certainly are bored, all the better for me. "So, I've been thinking,"

"Congratualtions," Harry interrupted cheekily. Draco rolled his eyes, smiling, before he continued. "I think revenge on Weasley is in order."

If anyone had expected the Weasley twins to argue, they were wrong. Fred and George seemed to know exactly who Draco wanted to plot revenge against, even though he hadn't specified the sex.

"Ickle Ronnikins has had this coming," One of the twins said, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Anyone who messes with Harry, messes with us," The other completed, nodding his head.

The Slytherin's laughed in agreement, and the rest sitting at the table merely hummed quietly, waiting for Draco to continue talking.

"Anyway, my idea was this…"

Harry had been too tired to accompany Draco to Severus' private stores, and so, by the shock of everyone sitting around the table, the Weasley twins offered their service, and Draco more than happily agreed.

So now, in the quiet of the night, along with the help of the Marauder's Map, (which Harry had been very kind to offer, even though it originally belonged to the Weasley twins who had found it in Filch's private offices.)they saw that Snape was conveniently in Dumbledore's office, which meant they had a head start once they reached the Potions classroom.

George was left to guard the door, Marauder's Map in hand, while Draco and Fred took to searching the Potions storeroom.

Thankfully, the storeroom wasn't overly large, and they found the proper ingredients quicker than they expected.

Suddenly, a shout came from outside. "OI! Snape is coming back!" Draco paled, godson or not, his godfather would not approve of him sneaking around. Fred didn't seem too concerned, but then again, the man had been through many years of troublemaking, so, getting into trouble for him was child's play.

The three boys scattered away from the dungeons, just as Snape entered the Entrance Hall. They hid behind a large beam in the Entrance Hall, and watched Snape heading towards the dungeons. He was none the wiser. They were safe.

It had been two days since they had managed to get the potion ingredients, and everything was ready. The Room of Requirement came in handy to brew the potions, and now it was perfect.

Though it wasn't obvious, nine different people around the Great Hall were waiting with bated breath for Ron Weasley to go down a rung on the social ladder.

It was Neville Longbottom's job to put the potion in his drink, while Seamus Finnegan distracted him with talk about Soccer vs. Quidditch. Harry would be a third-party observer, and would don the face of someone completely uninterested in his surroundings. The Weasley twins would rile him up, but that shouldn't be too difficult, they were the twins after all.

Draco, Blaise, and Theo watched as the plan began to flow. Seamus began a rant about Soccer, his features were very serious, and the Slytherin's laughed, because they knew that he really believed what he was saying. Some of his conversation flitted over towards them, and they hid smirks behind their fists.

"Soccer is safer; there are no broomsticks to have to worry about, just running about a large field,"

Ron shook his head, stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth. His observers looked away in disgust; once they were certain the danger was over, they risked another peek, and Weasley had thankfully swallowed.

They missed his answer, but the resulting roll of Seamus' eyes told them the obvious. Weasley was being typical Weasley.

Draco caught Longbottom's eye, and he watched with satisfaction as Neville winked at him, and surreptitiously poured the potion into Weasley's drink. It was very cunning. Draco was impressed. When he was done, he went back to his meal as if nothing had happened. Just in time too, Ron took a sip of his drink, and then turned back to Finnegan.

Now it was time for the Weasley twins to come in, they moved silently towards their brother, who was too busy promoting the uses of Quidditch to notice.

All it took was a poke in the side for Ron to go berserk, well, he went berserk once he realized it was his brothers. One hand clutched at his chest, and Draco wondered if that small poke had really frightened him, the boy was a bloody drama queen as it was.

"OI!" Ron screamed angrily at them, "Why don't you bugger off! I'm trying to eat breakfast here!" Fred and George just laughed, and continued to poke their brother, hoping to get him riled up enough, so he could activate the potion by himself. He had stood up by now, which was all the better, it was the bottom part of his body that would get affected. No need to hide the goods.

Draco couldn't stop grinning. To an onlooker it looked rather frightening. Draco Malfoy never grinned like that, unless something very terrible was about to happen, well they were right, Ron Weasley was just too predictable for his own good.

"Will you just bloody well LEAVE ME ALONE?"

The magical word had been activated, and suddenly, Ron's trousers disappeared. He however didn't realize, as they only went invisible, anyone looking saw his naked lower half, but to him, he was still safe in the recesses of his clothing.

When everyone started pointing, and laughing, Ron quickly looked around, before looking at himself to see what was wrong. A quick mutter of the counter curse effectively brought his trousers back, and the Weasel had no idea what had happened.

Weasley though, was still furious, and with a whirl of his robes, he made to leave the Great Hall. Though being the predictable boy he was, the words, 'Bloody twins,' was heard, and once again, his entire lower protection of clothes disappeared. This time, no one was close enough to say the counter curse, and even though laughter ensued, the Weasel-bee didn't stop, and he left the Great Hall running, his head held high.

Draco risked a glance at the staff table, he was shocked to see nobody had seen what had happened, the only one who seemed to be looking at the Great Hall doors, was Severus. There was a sneer on his face, and Draco realized that he would not speak a word in Weasley's defense.

Things were good, yes, things were definitely good.

Five Gryffindors, three Slytherin's and one Ravenclaw turned to each other as one, they all had identical grins on their faces, revenge of Ron Weasley, part one, was a success. And the school had yet to see part two. Boy, were they in for a surprise.

It happened during Potions, which would have been obvious, the heat causing sweat to pour down people's foreheads, as they stood over their heated cauldrons, stirring the potion of the day.

Draco peeked at Ron Weasley his pants were back on, and Draco figured someone must have done him a service and muttered the counter curse, before the idiot would notice. As it was, part two of the plan went into action when he scratched at his head, trying to get the sweat to leave his long locks of hair. Draco nudged at Harry, whom he was partnered with, and they shared a grin of satisfaction as they saw a clump of hair leave the Weasel's head. He was none the wiser however, for he smeared his hands on his robes, in hope to dry them. Slob, Draco thought disdainfully, but at least the potion was finally going into the final stages. By the end of the day, whether the Weasel-bee touched his hair or not, it would all be gone, and he'd be left bald.

There was no counter curse to this, and the Weasel would have to grow his hair back naturally. Harry, of course, being Harry, had fretted that it may have been too much, but the other Slytherin's and the Weasley twins convinced him that 'the git deserved it.'

Harry had finally acquiesced, and they went through with it. It was a little harsh, because all the Weasel had really done was break off the friendship, and then turned to cowardly manners of fighting. But Draco would never admitted he had these thoughts. Their actions were untraceable, and only those who were directly involved would know.

His only concern was Luna Lovegood, but he knew throughout all her crazy shenanigans, her brain was right where it belonged, and she was proper clever.

"Five more minutes," Severus called, both Harry and Draco had finished early, and thanks to Draco being the top student in potions, Harry 's came out near perfect. He had made one mistake that Draco couldn't fix, but if Snape was kind, Harry would probably get an E for it.

Draco looked around the classroom, paying special attention to Weasley again. He already had a couple of bald spots; how the man didn't realize his hair was falling out, was beyond him, but the git was too busy arguing with Granger over something, and Granger was decidedly not looking at him. Though she would, and then the chaos would start.

As soon as the bell rang, students swarmed forward, putting their closed vials onto Snape's desk.

It was actually Severus that started the chaos, and Draco would secretly be pleased with the man for several days after to thank him for it.

"Nice hairdo, Weasley, who did it for you, your girlfriend? She has rather awful taste if she did."

Attention now on his hair, he touched it anxiously, wondering how it could have been different than before, which he obviously considered normal, and that was when he realized the bald spots. He began screaming, and the smart ones left the room before they went deaf. Those part of the plan stayed though, keen on watching their work in action.

"WHO DID THIS?" he bellowed, "WHO THE BLOODY FUCK DID THIS TO ME?"

Many things happened at once. For one, his nether regions were once again exposed, and the laughter and groans started up again. Draco saw Harry about to mutter the counter curse, but he stopped him, pointing at Severus' face, which was beginning to purple.

"Weasley!" he yelled angrily. "What in the name of Merlin is wrong with you? Where are your pants?"

Ron paled, and immediately went to cover his privates, but a look of confusion fell on his face when he felt his clothes there, but was still able to see everything that shouldn't be seen.

"50 Points from Gryffindor!" Snape shouted, beyond furious now. He waved his wand, and a piece of fabric covered Weasley. Harry muttered the counter curse now, and Draco didn't stop him, it didn't matter, no one would know the difference.

Weasley was still muttering obscenities, but luckily refrained from using the word 'bloody'. The potion would last the rest of the day, and hopefully, none of them would be found out. The best part of this though; was the humiliation he would go through for months. It would take Weasley an awfully long time for him to grow his hair back after all. If he learnt his lesson, he would never mess with Harry again.

September 20th,

Like predicted, Weasley had gone completely bald by the time dinner rolled around. Everyone involved pretended to be shocked, just like everyone else, and though teachers asked everyone who was responsible, no one said anything. Not that they would, Harry had taught me the charm Granger had used in fifth year, and I imitated it, so anyone snitching, would get a nice surprise.

Harry trusted everyone though, so I wasn't overly concerned.

Now, as I think back on today, I must say I am quite pleased with myself, everything worked out, we weren't found out, Weasley was humiliated beyond reason, and Harry now has a nice bunch of people surrounding him, as do I. I never thought Gryffindor's would be so…easy to work with. Though I conquer, most of them are still blithering idiots.

Orion has grown, in the little time that he has been my kitten, and has stopped relying on me as much. He could be seen roaming around the classrooms and corridors during the day, and when night draws near, he always finds a way to wait for me when I come back to the common room. It's rather nice.

As for the slates, I think I will give them to Harry tomorrow. I will explain to him how they work, and then we can begin 'chatting' I suppose. Should be an interesting experience…

Theo has finally cracked, he has been eying me the whole day, and I believe tomorrow he will finally ask me for another sexual pleasure, I will give it to him, if he asks, because I have not found anyone to go out with. We'll see what happens though…

Anyway, I'm a little wary that Granger and Weasley will still continue to batter at Harry, even though they have no proof, but I'm hoping he will be able to keep himself safe, I'm considering teaching him the Dark Arts. If he'll agree, I'll be satisfied that he can take care of himself.

That is all for tonight. Brilliant day though…I'm cackling evilly, just thought you should know, dear one.

A/N well, finally, another chapter done. I have now three stories on my plate that I am working on. The newest, is called "The Disastrous Mission" it is a challenge fic, the competition is "Change of Face," by 77DMK77, so go check out both.

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Notice: the idea of Ron going naked was not mine, I cannot recall exactly where I have read this, and if you are the author of said idea, you can pm me, so I can credit you for it. Though I did change around the details a bit, Ron going only partially naked, rather than completely.

Anyway, just making sure I say this, so nobody decides to yell at me..

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