Hello Everyone! This is only my second fic so be nice! Anyways, this takes place sixth year, and Voldermort is not in the picture so just forget about him. It's purely fun, so don't sweat the details. Make sure to read and review, I love feedback.

Chapter One:

Boring Times lead to desperate Measure.

"I'm bloody bored." Ron sighed as he looked out the Gryffindor common room window. It was another rainy blah day at Hogwarts. Harry had convinced Ron to stay with him over Christmas holiday instead of going to Austria with Fred and George. They were seeking new ingredients for a devious new 'trick' of theirs.

"What do you want to do?" Harry asked. He sat twirling his wand in his hand, and staring at the dusty ceiling. The common room was empty; mostly everyone went home for the holidays. Hermione was sitting in the corner engulfed in another book. Probably one about charm control, she has been on a never-ending crusade to stop Fred and George from sending their new products to Hogwarts to test on students.

"I know one thing I don't want to do. See that stupid git Malfoy." Ron's face suddenly turned red from the thought of him. "I can't believe he stayed at Hogwarts this year. Probably just to harass us. If I ever get my hands on that mother fu,"

"Ronald!" Hermione shouted across the room. "Control yourself. There are ladies present." Hermione gave him the infamous Weasley mother look and stood with her hands on her hips.

"Where? I don't see any." Ron said hastily. Hermione shot him another glare then grabbed her bag.

"Well, I'm going down to lunch. Harry, you coming?" Hermione asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Might as well, I'm bored as hell up here." Harry shoved his wand in his back pocket and jumped up from the couch.

"What about me?" Ron said like a five year old.

"Oh please. Why don't you sit on your arse and think about Malfoy some more." Hermione said loudly. The only other Gryffindor in the room, a first year, turned around laughing at Ron.

"Shut up you stupid twit." Ron shouted at the first year. He turned and pretended to go back to reading his book. "I'm starved. Let's go." Ron jumped up from the window seat and rushed toward the portrait. He always looked forward to meals during the holidays, fewer students, and more food for him.

The trio made their way down the halls, Ron and Hermione still bickering on their way down. Harry walked dazed from boredom, thinking of ways to keep himself entertained. I wonder what Malfoy is doing. Harry slapped himself across the face from the thought of Malfoy.

"Harry, what the fuck?" Ron said loudly.

"Nothing. There was a bug on my face." Harry replied shiftily.

"When's the last time you took a shower. You are looking a bit greasy." It was that smooth voice and electric eyes. Draco Malfoy came around the corner and stood in front of Harry. "Maybe Hermione here should show you the way to bath in the prefect bath." Draco said sarcastically. He laughed manically before looking back to the trio for a response.

Ron spoke up. "Piss of Malfoy. Don't you have anything better to do than bug us."

"Actually no." Draco laughed again and looked back to Harry. Harry pushed through him and started walking to the great hall for lunch. Hermione and Ron followed close behind him.

Again he heard that icy voice. "Are you guys up for some fun?" Draco walked up behind Harry, close enough he could feel his breath on the back of his neck. Harry turned around and faced Draco.

"Your kind of fun? I think not." Harry replied. He hated staring back at Malfoy, just the thought of him well, never mind.

"Since there are so few sixth years staying at Hogwarts this holiday, I thought we could have a little fun. We're all meeting at the room below the third floor stairs. Ten o'clock. Make sure you come. It's going to be a real hoot." Draco said slyly, and then turned back down the stairs.

"I wonder what he's up to?" Ron asked Harry. His ears were still red from their little talk with Malfoy.

"I don't know. Should we go?" Said Hermione. She looked at Harry as well.

"Sure. Why not? We're practically rotting up in the Gryffindor common room, let's go. I'm up for a little fun." Harry looked back at his two friends. He hated being the leader. Just because he fought Voldermort at several occasions doesn't mean he wants to lead around the school.

The three made their way to lunch then back up to the common room. They all sat around wondering what Draco was up to. Finally Ron spoke up.

"OH! You know what I just remembered. Fred and George sent me another one of their products. They wanted me to test it on a few students, but they said make sure they are fifth years or above. Lemme go get it." Ron ran up to his room and came back down with a wand, but it was blue. There was also a note attached to the end. Harry looked at it cautiously. Although Fred and George have always been good to him, he never trusted their new products. There was always a flaw, or two.

"Look. The note says you point it up your nose, and then say Tickilious Psychedelicis. A mouth full. Should I bring it tonight?" Ron asked. "We could always test it on Malfoy. I don't care if his head blow up or something." Ron looked amused at the thought of Malfoy's brain splattered on the stonewalls.

"Yeah. Alright." Harry said. Then the three sat around bored out of their minds. Harry and Ron must have played a billion games of chess while Hermione finished her book, all nine hundred pages.

Finally ten o'clock ticked around. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and draped it over Hermione, Ron, and himself. The trio made their ways down the corridors until they made it the room under the stairs. Only a few students knew about it, and the couples at school mostly used it. Not even Filch found the room yet. They pushed their way through the statue into the room.

It was decorated in plus red carpet and giant gold and green pillows. A few other students sat around looking at the walls. Draco got up and gestured for them to sit down.

"I'm glad the golden boy and his entourage decided to come. We're going to have a hell of a time." Harry and his friends sat on the pillows, looking at Draco. He pulled a big, yellow bottle of butterbeer out of his bag then sat on the floor.

"Any of you played spin the bottle before?" Asked Draco slyly as he looked directly at Mr. Potter.

da da dumm... he he he. Make sure to keep reading and tell me how you like it. I love reviews, and I want to know what the audience wants next to happen with our little mister Malfoy and mister Potter. he he he. Have fun and keep reading.