It's All Fun and Games Until...

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It’s All Fun and Games Until…

Chapter 1: Let the Games Begin…..

It was like old times – the golden trio together again – laughing, scolding one another, rolling their eyes at the other’s nonsense. They were in their last weeks at Hogwarts. In a festive spirit due to their having won the war, the professors had cancelled final exams, much to Hermione Granger’s chagrin. So, all they had to do was wait out the last couple of weeks of classes and then they were free to go out and make their way in the world.

To pass the time, a small group of seventh years had formed a little club where they dared each other to do various things – some merely silly, some nearly certifiable. It had started when Ron Weasley dared Draco Malfoy to do a dance on the roof of the school – a very sexy tango, but all on his own. Draco had returned to the school late in the year and had only been grudgingly accepted by the other seventh years. Taking advantage when he could, Ron had dared him, egged him on, with the lure of complete acceptance.

“Come on.” Ron arched a coppery brow quizzically. “One little dance. What harm could come from one dance – on the roof. During the last regular quidditch game of the year before play-offs. Just so people can see, you know. One little tango and I’ll, we’ll” He cast a quick glance around “will stop taking the mickey out of you.” There was a faint murmuring, soft laughter, Hermione pressed her hands to her mouth to keep from laughing too loudly. A loud snort could be heard, heads swiveled to find the mystery snorter and Hermione flushed. She buried her head in her hands and feigned boredom.

“You’ll really stop taking the mickey if I do the dance on the roof?” A silvery eye narrowed and a lock of gilt hair slid over his eye. Draco was getting rather tired of his pens being spelled dry, his books being charmed shut, and the password to Slytherin quarters being changed every hour. Someone had even charmed his mirror to make his own reflection blow the raspberries at him.

And so Draco Malfoy began to practice in earnest – swaying and gliding around his bedroom, using his broom for a partner.

On the day of the final game, the stands were packed. At intermission, the scores of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were tied. Harry had taken several bludgers to the head (causing some snobbish folks in the stands to mutter “He can kill Voldemort but he can’t escape a bludger?”). The audience was left in suspense as the action ground to a halt for a short break for pumpkin juice and water. Then, as the first sips of pumpkin juice were taken, loud, vibrant music filled the air. The crowd fell into silence. Then, there was a flourish of a scarlet cape on the roof and Draco Malfoy gave a deep bow. Keeping time with the music, he sashayed and dipped his way through his routine - a slow and sensuous tango. From time to time, he sent smouldering glances at random girls in the audience. Meanwhile, a faint murmuring had grown to a steady rumble.

“Poor boy. He must be completely unhinged. I understand he only returned to Hogwarts a month or two ago.”
“You don’t say?”
“Oh yes! From what I heard, he was at St. Mungo’s for most of the year – completely off his rocker.”
“Well, if he wasn’t then, he must be now!”

With the final note, Draco gave a deep bow and a shower of roses fell on the audience. He swirled his cape and disappeared.