Draco Malfoy Imagines

April Fools - #83

Many people wondered if you were a distance cousin of the Weasleys. Not because you were ginger, or pureblood, or even a Gryffindor. You were a Pureblood, Slytherin. But because of the similarities between you and a certain pair of twins. The three of you were all hardcore pranksters with very similar tastes. You were the only Slytherin that they ever got along with. The three of you weren't exactly friends, but you would be civilised. You would warn each other if they were walking into a prank or one was being performed on the others house, you would share small tips and the movements of the others target, you had even assisted them one or twice when they needed some creative inspiration. On one occasion, you even covered for them when you knew McGonagall was particularly annoyed with the twins.

It was the 31st of March, meaning the biggest day of the year was a few hours away. You had met up with Fred and George to discus the plans. They were only rough convocations because you both didn't want to give away what you were doing. You merely wanted to make sure you weren't doing anything to similar or to the same people. You also asked if you could borrow some of Fred's fireworks which he agreed to as long as they weren't used on him and his brother.
You had everything planed out. All you needed was your best friends help. Draco only assisted on pranks if it meant it would annoy a Gryffindor, or more specifically Harry Potter. This one didn't quite single Potter out making it a little harder to convince your best friend to assist. But, being the good friend he was, he gave in pretty quickly when you told him you would warn him where all of the pranks were going to be on the 1st.

Just as the clock struck 1am, on the first day of April, you sprung out of bed and scurried down to the common room to meet Draco. You grabbed the bag that you had charmed to hold all of your supplies and headed for the halls. "Filtch is going to be extra weary of people out of bed so just be as careful as possible." You warned Draco as you strolled down the corridors towards the long lines of portraits.
Laying the bag in the floor, you began to explain exactly what you were about to do. "Right. We are going to have to take all these paintings down, and replace them with the ones I have in my bag. Just, when you take them off the wall, don't move them otherwise they will all wake up." You whispered to him, making sure you didn't wake any sleeping portraits.
Draco nodded and you both began taking down the paintings one by one. There was a small book cupboard behind you, so that's where you carefully placed each of the pictures. As Draco was taking down his 30th frame, he lost his grip slightly, jolting the painting and causing the man within it to stir. The two of you stood like statues in the deserted corridor while you made sure the man would go swiftly back to sleep. When he eventually did, Draco placed him of the floor slowly and you walked up to your best friend. "Draco! What did I tell you. Don't move the bloody paintings!" You snapped quietly.
Draco just giggled at how un-scary you were when you had to be silent. "Okay mother. I'll try harder next time." He chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

Once all the paintings were down and in the cupboard, you looked up at the vast blank wall. It looked so different without a variety of faces plastered over it. "Ready to hang these up?" You spoke a little louder now that there wasn't anyone to disturb.
Draco nodded as you took the first picture from the bag. You hung all of the photographs and drawings up on the wall with magic this time because you didn't have to be careful with these. There was a variation of different people within the frames. Most of them were Slytherin house members with a fair few drawings of Potter in a multitude of compromising scenarios, just to mess with him. Draco found these drawings most interesting. Particularly the one where Harry was being chased by a Werewolf.
Once all of the portraits had been replaced with a much better display, you admired your work and made your way back to your dorms, passing by Professors Flitwick's classroom on your way to drop a few things off for first period when you woke up later.

At a more humane hour in the morning, 6:30 to be exact, you walked out of the common room and towards the Great Hall. As you reached the main corridor, Ron came hurtling past you, screaming wildly. Suddenly, two tall gingers were stood beside you, laughing at their younger brother. "Whatever you two did, I love it. If you can make him scream like that, your doing it right." You congratulated.
"Spiders." George told you.
"In his bed." Fred continued.
They both chucked at the though. "Woke up screaming like a girl this morning." George informed you making you join in their laughter.
Fred leant and arm on your shoulder. "We saw your little display in the hallway." He informed.
"As much as we like Harry. We can't deny..." George began.
His brother naturally took over effortlessly. "You have got a great imagination."
"And a great skill. Nice drawings." The two of them grinned and ran off towards the Great Hall.

When first period came around, you sat at the back of Flitwicks room, awaiting his arrival. He was the teacher you disliked the most. He strongly disliked you for some reason, not entirely sure why. But you thought this was a perfect opportunity to make one of his lesson interesting.
As the small man walked through the door, three fireworks began to follow him before he could even acknowledge the class. The three objects began sparking and spitting from the ends as they whizzed around the room after the waddling man. The teacher was chased out of the classroom by the bangers as everyone made their way to the door to watch. The fireworks finally went off behind your Charms teacher making him jump higher than Hagrid. But he didn't stop running. He ran straight to find McGonagall. The entire class looked directly at you. The Slytherins laughing hysterically and the Hufflepuffs giving you a disapproving glare to sympathies with the teacher.
You knew you were going to be in so much trouble. But by the look of Filtch, who was yellow with purple spots, you weren't going to be the only one.

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