Revenge, Gryffindor Style

Revenge, Gryffindor Style

Draco sat at the lake throwing rocks viciously into the water. Most people spent their time skipping small, smooth rocks across the water's surface, but not Draco. No, the Slytherin never understood the appeal of making pointless ripples on the water. When he needed time on his own to relax, he came down to the lake and threw large rocks, trying to make the largest and loudest splashes imaginable. Much more satisfying than little water bumps.

Once he had even managed to hit the Giant Squid on its flight away from the disruptions he was making. That had been the first time Draco Malfoy had smiled in over a year, but it was quickly wiped off his face again as he remembered who he was.

On this particular day, the peace that Draco had achieved was quickly shattered when he left the lake to see the Gryffindor trio coming over the hill, heading his way. Never being one to back down from a bad situation, the Slytherin did the only thing he could and made things worse. Rather than quietly walk past them and refusing to acknowledge their existence, Draco just stood where he was and gave them his traditional smirk.

"What's so entertaining, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Nothing. Just my thoughts."

"I don't know which is funnier, the idea of you thinking, or the fact that you admit your own thoughts are worthy of being labelled as nothing," Ron laughed.

"The only thing your mind could come up with is smoke and terms of endearments for mudbloods, Weasel."

At this, Ron lunged at Draco, ready to knock the smirk right off the Slytherin's face.

Harry and Hermione both attempted to restrain Ron from doing something he'd regret, but were failing miserably. The angered boy ran to Draco and hit him so hard that the blond fell to the ground.

"Look at what you've done you disgusting prat! Not only am I bleeding, but now I'm muddy as well! You three may enjoy rolling around in the mud like pigs, but I certainly do not. You'll pay for this Weasley! I'll see you expelled for this!"

"I'm shaking in my boots, Malfoy! Leave it to you to respond to violence by whining and pouting then following it up with ratting people out!"

"I wouldn't talk about rats if I were you! After all, you once carried the Dark Lord's own servant in your pocket as a pet! You know, the same rat who got Potter's parents killed! How's that for irony, Potter's parents killed by his best friend's pet!"

As Draco started laughing uncontrollable, Harry finally snapped with his anger. He lunged at the Slytherin rolling around on the ground trying to hurt him in any way imaginable. Ron stood nearby cheering Harry on, while Hermione got her traditional disgusted look on her face.

"Harry, stop this! Stop this right now! This is so pointless!"

Realizing that she was wasting her breath, Hermione finally stomped her way back to the castle grumbling, "Boys!"

The three boys didn't even notice that she had gone, and it wasn't until all three were covered in mud, blood, and bruises that the fight ended. It wasn't that the anger had abated, so much as their energy levels were drained. They laid down side by side panting, each wondering why they had been stupid enough to get involved in a fight that left them caked in soil.

When they had finally regained enough strength to drag themselves to the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey took one look at them and exclaimed, "Out of my hospital! Not only are you bringing in half of the Quidditch field's soil with you, but I told you last time that I would no longer heal wounds from fights between you three, be they magical or physical maladies!"

"We didn't think you meant it!" Ron panicked. "You're the school healer, you are supposed to help people in pain. I'm in pain, therefore you need to heal me!"

"After your fiftieth visit to the infirmary in a two month time span, all necessity becomes null and void, Mr. Weasley. Even Mr. Longbottom isn't here as often as you three. Now, kindly leave this room and get yourselves cleaned up."

Both Gryffindors and the Slytherin turned and staggered out of the hospital room, grumbling.

"Crazy old squib," Draco cursed.

"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry said, although he lacked the intense emotions of earlier.

"I'd like to see you make me! It is a free castle here after all!

"You are SO not worth it."

Ron and Harry started to make their way up the stairs towards the tower. After they were about halfway up, Malfoy made them pause by calling out, "Hey losers, next time you want to feel someone up, just ask. You don't have to pretend to fight when you two want to start an orgy."

"That does it!" thought Harry as he spun around to face the ferret one more time. "Wizarding duel, tomorrow night, midnight, Charms classroom. Bring a partner."

"You're on! Like you and freckle face would be any sort of competition for a Slytherin!" With that, Malfoy made his way back to the dungeons, occasionally complaining about how he had ruined a perfectly good top-of-the-line robe because of those stupid immature Gryffindors, forgetting that he was the one to start the fight in the first place.

Once the blond had left the Hall, Ron looked at his best friend and said, "Bloody hell, Harry, we need a plan. We have to beat his sorry ass for real this time. Let's make this the end of things, the final fight."

"That's what I was thinking too, let's go quiz Hermione for ideas!" he replied before they struggled their way up to the Tower.

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Harry and Ron were feeling extremely confident as they made their way to the Charms classroom. They had stayed up all last night devising plans and practicing spells to help them in the duel.

Malfoy was already pacing the room when they got there, with Goyle standing beside the pillow box looking like he wasn't sure what he was there for.

Ron almost started choking when he saw who Draco had picked. After all, this wasn't a brawl but a duel, so shouldn't he have picked brains over brawn? Then he remembered that no one but Malfoy and his lackis would be stupid enough to go against Harry in a duel, so it wasn't like he had much of a choice. And at least of the two, Goyle was actually able to read his own text books, not needing someone to read them to him like a story hour circle.

"Ready to be trounced into the ground, Potter?"

"You wish, Malfoy."

At this, both blond and raven heads started circling each other, both just looking for an opportunity to strike the first spell.

Finally fed up with waiting, Draco tried to cast, but was stopped before he could finish by Harry shouting "Petrificus Totalus!"

Malfoy hit the floor harder than a sack of potatoes dropped from the top of the Astronomy Tower. Seeing his boss down, Goyle grabbed his wand and cast the first spell that came into his head, "Riddikulus!"

Unfortunately he not only missed, but Ron was laughing so hard at the fact that he treated them like boggarts that Harry got distracted and instead of putting him into the same state as Malfoy, he slipped with his tongue and instead gave him a shrunken head.

Being Goyle, he kept touching his head trying to figure out why he suddenly felt funny up there.

This left him totally open to Ron's floating him over beside his fellow Slytherin, then tying them up together with ties stolen from the laundry.

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The next morning, early risers awoke to an interesting site. After all, it wasn't everyday you saw Malfoy and Goyle caught together, pants at their ankles, Goyle's head shrunk, tied with Hufflepuff ties to Dumbledore's chair in the Great Hall!