Ch 14 Prank Part 2

All three of them looked ahead and there coming along the corridor were the infamous Slytherin cronies, Malfoy, and thugs.

"Stuff off, Malfoy," Ron said before Malfoy could say anything further.

"That's not how your talk to your betters Weasley," Malfoy dismissively said before he noticed the robes in Ron's hands, "Is that a new Dress Robe Weasley? Did you cry to your mother because she sent you that hideous dress,"

"Don't talk about my mother," Ron shouted, his face turning red.

"Don't you have something else to do Malfoy?" Hermione said while Harry held back Ron who was eager to have a go at Malfoy.

Malfoy ignored her and continued, "That looks expensive. Tell me did your mother have to sell one of her kids to afford it? Merlin knows she's got enough of them,"

"What about you Malfoy? You are an only child so you should more careful. If you were to suddenly disappear, the Malfoy may just go extinct," Ron coldly while Harry was whispering something inaudible.

"Is that a threat Weasley?" Malfoy asked narrowed eyes.

"Did your father not teach you to recognize those, Malfoy,"

Malfoy looked at Ron for a while before he smirked, "Wait till My father—" he suddenly hiccupped but continued as if he didn't "My father," his face was filled with confusion. He tried again "My father," but no matter how many times he tried the only thing that came out of his mouth were the words "My father,"

"I didn't know you loved your father that much, Malfoy," Harry asked amusingly, "Are you sure that's healthy,"

Crabbe and Goyle confusedly looked at each other, before Crabbe turned to Malfoy to ask him if something was wrong but what he said was, "I love Draco," Crabbe immediately slapped his hands on his face with wide eyes.

Goyle had a similar problem when he tried to speak, "I love Draco too,"

Harry and Ron started to laugh loudly while Hermione's face was all puffed up from holding back.

"I didn't know you had that kind of relationship," Ron said in between his laughter "You should keep these things in your bedroom, Malfoy,"

Malfoy turned red from anger and shouted loudly "My father" which made Ron and Harry bend over and laugh even louder, and even Hermione burst out laughing.

Finally, Malfoy had enough and took out his wand to curse them but when he pointed it toward them, "My father," he found out that he couldn't.

"My Father!" "My Father!" "My Father!"

No matter how much he waved his wand nothing happened because the only thing that came out of his mouth wasn't a spell but, "My Father," which unfortunately for Malfoy wasn't a spell.

Finally, he accepted that there was nothing he could do and was not willing to endure any more humiliation, so he turned around and started running away but he couldn't stop himself from shouting threats at them, alas the only thing the Golden trio could hear was "MY Father! My father!"

Crabbe and Goyle followed him while turning back to shout every few steps, waving their meaty hands:

"I Love Draco" "I Love Draco too, "I Love Draco" "I Love Draco too,"

The Gryffindor trio couldn't stop their laughter at all, in fact, Ron had fallen to his knees with his face turning red from lack of oxygen but he still couldn't stop his hysterical laughter. It took them solid five minutes before they showed any signs of calming down.

"Whichever one of you did that is my hero," Ron said while wiping the tears from his eyes with a wide grin on his face, "Because that was bloody brilliant,"

"It wasn't me," Hermione said and both of them turned to Harry who rubbed the back of his head and nodded, "How did you do that, Harry? I didn't even see you take out your wand," Hermione asked curiously.

"Oh, it's a trick Sirius taught me during the summer holidays," Harry said while rolling up his sleeves, and showing them the wand which was half out of the Wand Holder and touching his palm, "It takes a bit more concentration than usual but as long as my hand his touching the wand, I can do most of the spells without the wand completely in my hands,"

"That's Amazing, Harry," Ron said in wonder.

"But how did you cast the spell without actually pointing it toward, Malfoy," Hermione asked in confusion.

"Oh! that is just a quirk of Occlumency," Harry said airily, "It takes a bit of practice but once you have a clear image of your target in your head you don't need to point anymore"

"You need to teach me that, Harry," Hermione said with gleaming eyes.

"You know what I will also learn that just to be able to do that too, Malfoy,"

"Sure," Harry replied with a grin before remembering, "Oh shit! we're going to be late,"

All of them ran towards the class with all their might, but unfortunately for them, they were late anyway and Snape happily gave them detention...