Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines II

Draco Malfoy- Locomotor Wibbly (a)

Navigating the halls of Hogwarts was hard enough, before you became the target of Draco Malfoy and his goons, ever since you had knocked over his draught of peace in potions class he had made your life hell, seeming to be around every corner you took and behind every door you opened.

You had just left transfiguration and checked your pocket watch.

"Great." You thought to yourself, only 3 minutes to get to herbology. "Thank you Zachariah Smith, your hilarious antics have once more caused us to all stay behind in class."

You made sure you had everything, methodically tapping your pockets.

"Wand? Check. Quill? Check. Ink? Check. Herbology homework? Check."

You checked your pocket watch once more, the hands encroaching ever so quickly, before dashing through the halls, down the moving staircases and out into the courtyard. The greenhouses were in sight and with one minute to spare, you wiped the sweat off of your forehead and walked to meet up with your fellow classmates.

You attempted to start walking down the large steps before being cut off by Draco and his entourage.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Even with his slightly-below average height he still managed to loom over you, Crabbe and Goyle stood over you like two, slightly dim gargoyles.

"Come on Draco... If I'm late to herbology one more time Sprout is going to make me re-plant the Fanged Geraniums again."

You tried to barge through but were quickly pushed back by his henchmen.

"You're going nowhere Y/S/N." Malfoy crossed his arms and pulled his wand out from his belt, better get your gardening gloves on you blood traitor."

Your blood boiled as he spoke, before thinking you pulled your own wand out and pointed it at the Slytherins.

"Call me that one more time Malfoy, and see what happens."

Your hands shook.

"Call you what Y/S/N? Blood traitor."

If you had more self-control you would not have let the words out of your mouth, but you didn't, so you did.

"Locomotor wibbly." With a flick of your wand a feint orange light escaped from the tip, Draco fell to the floor, followed quickly by Crabbe.

Goyle fumbled in his pocket for his wand.

"Furnunculus." A gold light started at the tip of his wand, unfortunately for him, the tip was not pointing outwards. He fell to the floor, emerging seconds after with a face and presumably body covered in large pimples.

After realising you had most definitely not helped your chances of survival in this school you walked past the group, pretending nothing happened and joined your class in the herbology greenhouse, who had just started to discuss the venom of the venomous tentacular.

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Written by Aaron.

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