Prank Wars

Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of this, and I\'m not making money off of this.

Warnings: Language, and some violence.

A/N: Ok. What I’m going to do is give a quick recap every few chapters because this is a longer fic. From experience, when a new chapter is posted to a fic that I am reading, I like to jump right into it, but sometimes I forget what’s going on with the plot so I have to go back and read the last chap to jog my memory. I don’t like doing that, and I won’t make you do that. I will give a brief recap every couple chaps so that you don’t have to go back. No need to thank me. He, he.

So, what has happened so far… The trio went to Diagon Alley for schools supplies, and Harry and George had an interesting conversation about seventh year pranks. Then, on the train ride to Hogwarts, Harry permanently brands the skin across Draco’s chest and tummy to read, “I Am Harry Potter’s Bitch”. He, he. Oh, and there might have been some slight physical attraction between them… just maybe… *grins devilishly* That about covers what’s going on so far. Let’s get going to chapter three!

The night sky over Hogsmeade Station was flawless. Not a single cloud in sight. And the air was nice and cool. Not too cold, but just brisk enough to achieve that magical chill that Harry loved to get when he flew. ‘Perfect night for a round on my firebolt,’ he thought.

He, Ron and Hermione, Dean, and Seamus all climbed into one of the carriages after greeting Hagrid on the platform. Dean couldn’t stop laughing, and Seamus kept giving Harry these strange smirks.

“What?” Harry asked innocently.

“That was bitching what you did to Malfoy back there,” Dean said just after managing to control his laughter, but then broke into another fit at the thought of what he saw.

“Harry, that was amazing,” Seamus giggled. “Is there any truth behind what I read on Malfoy’s… well, rather nice bod?” he smiled.

Ron made a gagging sound and Harry just laughed. “No, there isn’t, although the rumors are going to bloody well be interesting, aren’t they.”

Seamus nodded at him. “That is a great way to start out the year. Public humiliation is the best!” he chortled.

Hermione couldn’t help but let out a slight giggle. “It was pretty good, I suppose.”

“Ha, pretty good?! It was brilliant!” Dean leaned out the stagecoach window and yelled out, “Draco Malfoy is Harry Potter’s Bitch!”

The other carriages began to roar with laughter. People began chanting it and rocking their coaches to the rhythm. Everyone showed that they thought Harry was a god for doing that to the arrogant arse. Everyone accept a certain arrogant arse Slytherin.

“I hate that bastard!” Draco shot angrily to Blaise and Pansy.

Pansy and Blaise both glanced to one another and smiled.

“You know, Dray, I think, perhaps, some payback is in order,” Blaise said with a smirk.

Draco snarled at him. “I am going to get that, that… that prick!”

Pansy looked out the window and sighed. “Draco, calm down. You don’t want to loose your composure. You have to keep a clear mind if you want your retribution,” she said airily.

He narrowed his eyes. “He’s gonna get it.”

“Pans is right. Compose yourself. Take a deep breath,” Blaise said as he inhaled slowly, “and let it all out.”

Draco’s upper lip was curled in a dangerous position and he just huffed angrily.

Pansy snapped at him. “I said calm yourself!” Once she had his undivided attention her glare turned back into a tranquil smile. “That’s better. Now, Dray darling, I have a plan, but you must not act like a four-year-old if you want it to work.”

Draco took a deep breath and frowned. “Alright, I’m listening.”

“So, now that you’re Potter’s bitch, what are you going to do about it?” Pansy asked with an amused grin.

Draco lost the tiny bit of composure that he had regained. “How dare you, you whore! You… bitch! Sluttish cunt!”

But Draco made a terrible mistake with that outburst. Pansy reached across the coach and slapped him hard. It shut him up at once.

“You didn’t here me, Draco,” she articulated every word. “You… are… Potter’s… bitch. Play along with it. Everyone knows he fancies boys, and you aren’t shameful about broadcasting the fact that you fuck them either. So, make him suffer in the bedroom. I know how good you are at that. Show him a good time. Make him feel wanted and loved. And then smash his heart to a billion pieces.”

Blaise’s jaw dropped and then he smirked. “Brilliant. Payback is best served hot… and sexy.”

Draco thought about it for a moment, then that characteristic Malfoy grin found its way to his lips. “Pansy, I think you might have something.”

The carriages came to a halt in front of the large entry doors to Hogwarts castle. Students made there way into the Great Hall, but Harry was slightly distracted. Draco kept sending him unreadable glances. And then… ‘Holy shit! Did he just bite his lip and look me over like a steak?!’

“Harry, who are you looking at?” Ron asked him while snapping his fingers in Harry’s face.

“Oh, sorry,” Harry said.

“Well, come on,” Ron pulled his arm for him to follow. “I am starving.”

“You just ate on the train,” Hermione giggled. “I swear you have a hollow leg.”

“I can’t help it. Food is good.”

Hermione just shook her head and found a seat towards the head of the Gryffindor table. Ron physically moved a third year out of the way so he could sit on her left. Harry just laughed and took a seat on the other side of the table. He kept stealing glances over to the Slytherin table, watching Draco from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help but feel that the blond was doing the same thing.

Draco was making a point to obviously shoot looks towards Harry. ‘I bet I could have him around my finger by the end of the night,’ he told himself. But he found that Harry was nice to look at. He was very cute. Only he could pull off that nasty mop top. And those glasses made him look innocent. Draco took pleasure in thinking that he was going to take that innocence away.

There was a buzz rushing around the Great Hall. Not only from what happened to Draco, but something else. Dumbledore looked like he had something to say, something very important to say. He was just beaming way too much not to have some significant thing to say.

And soon enough, the Sorting Ceremony and feast were over, and the Headmaster was on his feet. Harry noticed he had even more of a twinkle in his eye than usual. Everyone fell silent within seconds.

“Thank you, could I have your attention. Thank you. Welcome, first years, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. I hope you will find your new Houses to your liking. And welcome back to all of those that have attended before. Now, I am proud to announce that there will be a Christmas Ball held before you are all dismissed for winter holiday. Oh, and only sixth and seventh years are permitted to attend.” There where several groans from around the four House tables.

He just smiled and continued. “Everyone else will be allowed to leave school after the first week of December. The ball will be held at the end of the second week, and then the upperclassmen will also be sent home for the holiday season. All will return to Hogwarts in the second week of January to continue with classes.

“Now, on regards to these ‘Prank Wars’. Just remember students, this is a school. Remember that your studies should always come first. But if we must pursue these childish gags, let’s try and keep ourselves tasteful. It must all be held within harmless fun. If anyone tries to maliciously attack another, the consequences will be severe. Is that understood? Good, now you may all retire for a goodnight’s rest. I would like the Prefects to show the first years to there respective Houses. Sweet dreams to all.” The Headmaster sat back down after he was finished.

Harry couldn’t believe that he was condoning the Prank Wars. ‘How strange,’ he thought. But when he stood from the table he noticed that a certain blond was coming his way. Harry clutched his wand just for safety purposes.

“Why is he coming over here?” Ron asked to no one in particular.

Draco stopped in front of Harry only long enough to hand him a folded piece of parchment and then he was gone. Harry was stunned. He looked down to the paper he was holding. ‘What the hell?!’

A/N: He, he. A cut off ending… scream at me all you want, but it’s not going away. I know that this chap was shorter too, but I promise the next will be longer. I already had the first few done so you’ll just have to deal with it for now. And again, you are getting this chapter early because of all the nice reviews… a lot of nice reviews… more than I expected in just one day. You guys keep the reviews coming and I’ll keep the chaps coming. You peops might just find out what Draco’s message to Harry was if you get enough reviews up.

Thanks bunches,

Morgane