Draco Malfoy was bored. He heaved another sigh as he strolled through the corridor with nothing to do, nowhere to go and no one to be not busy with. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out the enchanted Snitch his mother sent him earlier that week. He let the tiny gold ball flutter from his hand and caught it again. Repeating these actions, he continued his stroll.

The castle was pretty empty. It was a Saturday and a majority of the students were off and about in Hogsmeade having fun, buying candy, drinking butterbeer and hanging out with their friends. Draco Malfoy, however, was not.

He gave a mean sneer to a portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw that waved at him. He stopped mid-stride as Ravenclaw made a rude hand gesture at him before stalking out of her portrait. Huh. He had never seen a Founder do that before.

This was all McGonagall's fault! She banned him from going to Hogsmeade just for having a bit of fun with some firsties. It's not his fault they couldn't take a joke. Just because he had hexed their Gobstones to spit putrid flobberworm intestines at them didn't mean he should be banned from Hogsmeade! It was quite funny when you thought about it. Even funnier if you were there to see it.

One of the first years, a small Hufflepuff boy, had actually tried to stand up to Draco after the Gobstones incident. He was just trying to show off in front of his little Gryffindor girlfriends but Draco didn't get why; it's not like 11 year old girls could offer much. The prat had been mouthing off. At him! Draco Malfoy! So Draco had proceeded to tell him, in detail, about his coveted Hand of Glory and what he would be able to do with it once his father sent it to him by post.

Ah. Looking back on it with a smirk, Draco thought that he rather wished he had a Pensieve so he could savor the little pip-squeak's reaction forever. He'd have to write home to Mother about getting one. A Pensieve, not a pip-squeak.

After that, Draco had wandered around towards the lake side of the castle. A group of third year Ravenclaw girls had been throwing bread to the Giant Squid so Draco had contented himself with performing the Expecto Patronum spell.

He had frightened the squid so badly with his giant incorporeal dragon that it had ducked for cover and sent a wave of filthy lake water hurtling at the group of girls on the shore. Draco had truly relished in their horrified screams. He really had.

Once he ran out of kids to terrorize outside the castle, he had wandered back inside. It was still early, after all, and Draco Malfoy did not want to waste his day. He had come across Neville Longbottom and delighted in telling him that he overheard his Father telling his Mother that Lucius wanted to anonymously send a crate of Redcaps to Neville's grandmother.

The Gryffindor's reaction had been the best he had received all day, as the dumpy boy had given a cry of terror and blundered towards the Owlery as fast as his stumpy legs could carry him.

Draco paused on a moving staircase and smirked. He really was a go-getter.

A little bit after his encounter with Longbottom, Draco had come across Hannah Abbott's little sister playing with an enchanted tea set in an empty classroom. She was there with Susan Bones' sister and Draco overheard them chatting about what a perfect birthday gift the tea set would be for Abbott's mother.

Making sure not to be seen, Draco had poked his wand in the doorway and given it a little flick. A second later he heard a satisfying crash as the tea set flew into the opposite wall and broke into a million pieces. Not even Abbott's frantic Reparos could fix it.

His last task of the night had been his most anticipated. Knowing Snape had a staff meeting, Draco had snuck into his Head of House's supply cabinet. He stole a bezoar from the topmost shelf, knowing Snape would go completely mental when he found out it was missing. Draco had pocketed the bezoar and wandered around the corridor looking for an unsuspecting victim. Just as he was about to slip the bezoar into that Mudblood Granger's bag, Professor McGonagall had come hurtling around the corner and caught him.

She had proceeded to rant at him, saying how she had gotten complaints about him all day, and she had been trying to locate him all day and yadda, yadda, yadda. Needless to say, the old bat wasn't happy and Draco Malfoy was stuck indoors today while everyone else got to frolic about in Hogsmeade.

Draco stopped mid-stroll once more, a strong urge to pout overcoming him. But he did not pout. He was Draco Malfoy. He glared at a nearby portrait and stalked off down the corridor. He would find someone to terrorize and he would have a good time while doing it. There was fun to be had in Hogwarts Castle today and Draco Malfoy was going to find it!