Prats and Poltergeists

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Prats and Poltergeists

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Sexual Suggestion

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 59-“I don’t scare easy.”; Pumpkin; Poltergeists

Notes: Random drabble is random. Sorry if this sucks. Has not been beta’ed, so feel free to point out errors.

Summary: Draco hates Peeves, Harry’s hair is orange, and Draco has a craving for a little revenge.

Prats and Poltergeists

“I hate that bloody poltergeist!”

“Was Peeves up to his usual tricks?”

“Yes! I do wish he’d find someone else to torture for a while, but he seems to have a special fondness for making my life a misery.”

“He just loves to cause chaos, and you always react to it. Stop responding and he’ll leave you be.”

“There’s an idea. Harry, why is your hair orange?’

“There was a bit of a mishap in Transfiguration class today, that’s all.”

“Who did this? They deserve to be maimed!”

“I was partnering with Ron. Don’t look so scared. Professor McGonagall said it should be back to normal by dinner this evening.”

“Thank Merlin! I was not scared. I don’t scare easy, but I’d have hated to have to go to Azkaban for murdering a weasel.”

“It was just a colour-change spell, Draco, not grievous bodily injury.”

‘Harry, you look like you dyed your hair with a pumpkin!”

“It’s a bit of a laugh, though, right?”

“Weasley is lucky it’s not permanent. If it were, he’d be running in fear for his man parts.”

“Draco, you promised you wouldn’t hex him after the last time.”

“Madam Pomphrey was able to grow his eyebrows back.”

“That’s not the point. You promised.”

“The things I do for love.”

“Thank you. If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a surprise later.”

“What kind of surprise? Does it involve you being naked and covered in chocolate?”

“It will now. You have the best ideas.”

“Haven’t I always told you I’m a genius, Harry?”

“You have. But now I’m hungry.”

“Let’s sneak down to the kitchens and get some food.”

“What, with my hair like this?”

“We can use your cloak.”

Brilliant. I’d hate to run into Peeves with my hair like this. I’d never get his annoying songs out of my head.”

“We can have some fun and torture him a bit while we’re under the cloak, can’t we? He spilled ink on my head.”

“Well, clearly, he must pay.”

‘I’m so happy you see my side of things.”

“I love you, you vain prat.”

“I love you, too. And I’m not a vain prat.”

“Whatever you say, my love.”