Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or have any rights to it or make any money! This selection of short one shots are answers to the yahoo group I am a member of!

The crossover for this one shot/drabble will be Bayblade! Again the characters may be OOC because this is my first time writing them! Again, Draco bashing so be warned. I really do like Draco…in yaoi but he makes such a good bad guy as he does a good guy!

Storm

Big thanks to Draco for beta'ing!

"You expect us to learn a muggle game?" Draco Malfoy asked with a sneer one morning at breakfast in answer to the Headmasters announcement.

"That is correct Mr. Malfoy," Headmaster Dumbledore said with a nod of his head, "With the war going on it is felt that a better understanding between magical people and non magical people is needed."

"And the Headmaster seems to think that the best way to do this is by a game," Professor Snape said with a sneer.

"And what is the game called?" Hermione Granger asked politly.

A boy with lots of yellow spiky hair, blue eyes and wearing a pair of yellow dungeries with a large smile stepped forward.

"I'm Max and it's called Bayblade's and this is a Bayblade," the boy, now known as Max, held up what looked like a muggle spinning top.

Malfoy gave a sneer as he looked at the Bayblade in Max's hand, "You expect us to learn how to play with muggle spinning tops? Old man you've had one too many lemon drops."

"Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said with a disappointed look, "20 points from Slytherin for improper language towards the Headmaster and for insulting our guests."

Draco muttered about stupid muggle loving fools as he began to sit down, but was stopped half way by a boy with long blue hair wearing a baseball cap and had on a pair of blue shorts and a yellow T-shirt with a white and red jacket on that came up to his elbows with some sort of brown fingerless gloves that came up to protect his wrisits and stopped halfway to his elbow.

"Hey, the names Tyson the Bayblade world champion," Tyson yelled as he brought out his own Bayblade, "I'll show you to watch your manners with a little inside storm."

"An inside storm? A muggle can't use magic to create an inside storm," Draco sneered and was about to begin another round of insults when a voice yelled 'let it rip'.

The next thing Draco knew was that he was inside what seemed to be a mini-hurricane with the winds off of the hurricane hitting him like swords.

When the storm finally stopped Draco noticed the muggle spinning top returning back to Tyson through before he could start to demand anything and threaten the muggle with the crazy spinning top the Great Hall echoed with laughter.

Looking down Draco noticed that the wind like swords had cut through his clothes so that he was only covered in the most important areas without damage while the rest of his clothes were in ruins.

Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince who went around insulting everyone's clothes had just got a taste of his own medicine.

The End.

Hey, sorry if this chapter seems a bit harsh on Draco but I was a bit **** off when I wrote this so I guess my anger went out on poor Draco.