Prank Wars

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

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Here is the long awaited chapter six. Enjoy!

The day’s classes had passed by in a blur. Everyone was starved and settling into the Great Hall for dinner. The other houses noticed that the Gryffindors seemed to be rather cheery about something.

“Watch yourselves tonight,” Pansy warned Blaise and Draco as they sat down at the head of the Slytherin table.

“Why?” Blaise asked.

“Because I don’t trust a smirking Gryffindor, and they are all smirking right at us,” she said just so that the other two could hear her.

Draco raised an eyebrow. He realized that nearly all the Gryffindors were beaming at the Slytherins. ‘They’re planning something,’ he thought.

Harry took a seat across from Seamus and Lavender, who were whispering under their breath.

He gave them a questioning look before he turned to Ron. “Why is everyone acting so strange?”

Ron grinned. “We’re getting the Slytherins tonight.”

Seamus leaned across the table. “Lavender and I went to the kitchens and made sure that the house elves put Puke Potion into the Slytherin’s dishes. One bite and they’ll be sick all night,” he smirked.

Harry laughed out, but then thought about what he had planned for Draco that night after dinner. ‘Shit. He will be in no shape for what I want to do later if he eats that food. I’m going to have to stop him.’

Harry stood from the table and made his way for the doors.

“Where are you going?” Hermione asked.

He paid no attention to her, but instead signaled for Draco to come with.

“What does he want?” Blaise asked as he glared at the Gryffindor.

“Fuck. I’m starving,” Draco spat out as he made his way after Potter.

A moment after Draco left Pansy smiled at Blaise. “Potter is fast.”

“Yes he is,” Blaise said with a grin.

“Draco better not screw this up,” Pansy said without dropping the false smile.

“Why are you so keen on exacting your revenge? I mean, I understand that he sent your father away for good, but wasn’t Potter just doing his job? He beat the Dark Lord, and saved the world, Pans. I’ve never liked the git, but that doesn’t mean we should have Draco smash his heart to nothing,” Blaise whispered as the food appeared along the tables.

Pansy’s smirk dropped for a brief moment, but she had it plastered back on before anyone noticed it had fallen. “Blaise, how could you believe that Potter is…” but suddenly she smelled something odd. She sniffed the aroma coming from the food. “Crimson lilac,” she said to herself, and then slapped the spoon out of Blaise’s hand just as he was about to take a sip of cabbage soup.

“What the fuck?!” Blaise hissed at her.

Several students from around them stopped to stare.

“Don’t eat it!” she yelled out over the Slytherin table.

Everyone in the Great Hall stopped what they were doing and gawked at Pansy.

Crabbe had a piece of lemon-swirled bread hanging out of his mouth. “Don’t eat what?” he muttered out. His eyes were wide and he looked very scared, as if he wasn’t going to be able to eat.

“Any of it,” Pansy said as she pulled the bread from his mouth and gave it a quick sniff. Crabbe whimpered as she did this. She seemed satisfied after smelling the bread and dropped it on the table.

“Can I eat it now?” he asked.

“No,” Pans shot out and he whimpered again.

She stood up and began to walk along the Slytherin table, stopping to lean down and take whiffs of different dishes. “Crimson lilac,” she said to herself again. Her eyes traveled to the Gryffindor table. All of them seemed nervous, and some were even holding their breath.

She smiled as she made her way to the staff table.

“Professor Snape?” she asked with a glint in her eye.

“Yes, Ms. Parkinson?”

“Isn’t it against the rules to deliberately poison another student?”

McGonagall had leaned over by then. “Who has been poisoned?”

She smirked even wider and the two professors gave her a searching stare.

“The Gryffindors tried to poison the Slytherins with a vomit inducing draught,” Pansy said as she looked back to the Gryffindor table with a malicious grin.

“What?” McGonagall spat out.

Snape rose from his seat and glided to his house table with Pansy and Minerva in step behind. He picked up a saucer of steak and kidney pudding and took in its scent.

“See Professor Snape? It smells of crimson lilac. Only Puke Potion smells like that. Everyone that pays attention in Potions would know that crimson lilac is the key ingredient used in making any vomit inducing draught,” Pansy told him.

He tossed the plate back onto the table and turned to face Pansy.

“Well done for spotting that out before anyone could have been become seriously ill. Twenty points to Slytherin.” He turned to McGonagall and just glared at her. “Your house nearly poisoned my students. I expect you to take care of this immediately, Minerva.”

“Now, Severus, you have no proof that anyone from my house has done this. It could have been anyone. There is really no way of knowing who did it…” but Snape cut her short.

“Then why did Potter leave before the meal started? Where did he go? Potter must have been behind this.”

“If you are accusing Mr. Potter of doing this then you must also accuse Mr. Malfoy, seeing as how he left before dinner as well. I will ask my students if they know anything about this, but we will not be pointing any fingers until we have substantial evidence,” McGonagall stated before turning back to the staff table to finish her meal.

Seamus and Lavender could have sworn that she gave them a wink and the slightest of smiles as she passed by.

Meanwhile, Harry and Draco were making their way up to the Room of Requirement in silence, which was until Draco’s stomach growled loudly.

“If you don’t mind me asking… Master,” he tacked on at the end, “I’m very hungry and was just wondering why you just had to drag me away from all that magnificent food?” the blond asked impertinently.

“You’ll get to eat when we get there,” Harry said without even looking at him.

When they finally reached the seventh floor corridor, Harry paced back and forth until a large door appeared. “After you,” he smirked.

Draco sneered at him as he pushed open the door. He walked inside and looked around. The room was draped in rich tones of red and gold. There was a large, round bed in the center of the room that was probably twice as big as a king size and covered with pillows and cushions. A table sat along the wall with fruit, pies and cakes of all assortments, and goblets filled with different liquids. There was a great bath tub in the back that had steam coming out of it. The room was finished with fluffy, red rugs and candles floating about giving the place a warm glow.

“Not too shabby,” Draco said to himself. He made his way to the food table for something to eat, but Harry stopped him after closing the door.

“Stop. I didn’t give you permission, Slave.”

“I have to get permission before I can eat? How ridiculous is that?” Draco said.

“What was that, Slave?” Harry asked cynically.

“I mean, sorry Master. May I get something to eat?” Draco asked.

“First, go to the bed,” Harry told him.

Draco sighed. “Yes Master.” ‘Merlin, I am starving. Can’t he wait?!’

He went to the bed and sat down. He watched Harry grin at him before he walked to the table, and picked up a plate of assorted fruit and a goblet of pumpkin juice. Harry took it over to the bed.

He sat the plate and challis on a small bedside table before crawling onto the bed with Draco. He straddled the Slytherin and kissed him softly. Harry laughed when Draco’s stomach groaned again. He got an idea.

“Alright, Slave, if you want to eat, you have to strip for me,” Harry said with a very wide grin.

A/N: Hello everyone. I am so sorry for the long delay. I have been so busy with Thanksgiving that I just haven’t gotten around to posting this chap. Oh, and sorry for the cliffhanger, too. I had to split this chapter up. It was just way too big with everything I had in it. The next chapter will finally have some nice Harry/Draco-ness in it. Byes for now!

Old loves, they die hard… Old lies, they die harder…
Morgane