Harry Potter and the Order of the Phobia

Have Fun Malfoy!

Peeves was cackling as he floated over Draco Malfoy's blonde head, throwing bits of red chalk at him.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Malfoy shouted. "GO AWAY FOOL!"

Peeves pretended to be thinking for a funny moment. Then he said, "Hmmmmm... I think you're the fool Mister Milpuff." (*more cackling*).

Malfoy can't take it anymore. He points his wand at Peeves and shouts, "STUPEFY!"

Peeves becomes stunned, unconscious, unable to move, and is sent swirling away.

Malfoy turns around and takes a fast step forward, bumping hard into a boy that looked horribly familiar. There was a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"Ooooh, look who it is... Potter wee Harry!"

Harry rolls his eyes. "Malfoy. if you're trying to copy Peeves, it's 'Oh, look who it is... Potty wee Potter!' Besides, you got my name backwards. When did it ever become Potter Harry?"

Malfoy tries to keep a straight face.
"Careful, I may turn you into a ferret!" Harry continues.

"Oh, yeah? Wanna go?" Malfoy says, sneering.

"Sure, down the DMs," Harry retorts, then walks away.

Just then, Hermione Granger, a girl who is utterly obsessed with the school library, too smart for half the population of the Earth combined, and has fluffy, curly brown hair, walks up.

"Malfoy, if you mess with my friend, I can put you under the Imperius Curse!"

"My father will hear about this!" Malfoy says, shaking his fists like a possessed gorilla.

Hermione whips her wand out of her pants pocket so hard her jeans rip. A couple of guys behind her point and scream like girls, then make a run for it.

Hermione quickly repairs her poor pants with a simple spell, "reparo," and turns around, blushing bright scarlet.

By this time, Draco has his wand out and is ready to duel, but of course, Hermione is too quick for him (oho nice try Mister Milpuff).

"Imperio!" She shouts, pointing her wand at him. It works. A boy with blazing red hair, the same color of his brothers' hair, dashes up at that exact second.

"RON!" Hermione shouts, hugging him. "You came just in time to see Malfoy get wrecked!"

"Nice, Hermione," Ron says happily.

"Thanks, Ron." Hermione thinks for a moment, grinning, then gives her wand a little flick.

"Say something you would dread to say to me, Draco," Hermione commands him. After all, Malfoy is under her control now, MWAHAHAHAHA.

Draco quickly nods, and thinks for a moment.

"Whoa, man, he's not very resistant to the curse. Poor little skipper. Should do the same thing to my good friend Snape," Ron says.

Hermione laughs, then says, "Ahh, Ron, Snape would probably have a 99% chance of resisting it."

Ron grins sillily. "B-b-but, there's a 1% chance...!"

Hermione shakes back her pretty hair and laughs. "You're funny, buoy."

"Hey!" Ron suddenly exclaims. facing Malfoy. "He's gonna say something! Better be good, or I'm getting a refund for this!"

Hermione shakes her head sadly. "You paid me nothing in the first place. I'll take a couple-hundred Galleons if you please."

Before Ron can say anything. Draco looks up at Hermione, a sparkle in his eyes.

"Hermione... something I would dread to say to you........
you're like a beautiful sunshine, ex-except, l-l-l-like, uh..."
He pauses.
"With so much intelligence you could conquer twenty five Peeves."

Suddenly, Peeves zooms over, an empty glass bottle in his hand, and throws it at Malfoy. Apparently he had been eavesdropping.

Draco ignores him, and continues on.

"You're like a pretty, shining night star, glaring your blazing, beautiful starry light through the clouds, and blinding my already blinded-by-your-beautifulness eyes."

Hermione gazes at him. " Oh, Malfoy..."

"Of, course, I'm under the Imperius Curse, and I am totally lying to you right now, but I obeyed you, didn't I? 'Something I'd dread to say to you...' Ah, well, Hermione, have a good day then..."

Dazedly, Draco slowly walks off, knocking over each of the House's Point Glasses. Gryffindor had been in the lead with 265 points, but this soon ended when half of the rubies came spilling out of the glass, which was now lying, shattered, on the floor.

Hermione stares at Malfoy, stunned. She had forgotten she had asked him to say something he thought of as "dreadful."

Ron shakes his head slowly, then steers Hermione to the house common room before she can go and slap Draco in the face.

That's the story of how Malfoy had, well.... a great day.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: THANKS SOOOO MUCH FOR READING! HUMOR IS LIFE, BY THE WAY, AND IF YOU LAUGHED YOUR HEAD OFF AT THIS CHAPTER, AND ENJOYED IT, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO CLICK THAT VOTE BUTTON! THANKS AGAIN!

-JULES M. (AKA RISINGJULIATURE)😂