"Potter, the point of the broom is transportation, not fun and games"
"But you can't expect me to stay here all day!"
"Why ever not?"
"Because your quarters are not going to stay in one piece, sir"
Snape paled and nodded, "Very well, you can go. Dawdle or do whatever you like. But mark my words, if I find that you have gotten yourself into problems, you will suffer the consequences".
'Consequences, consequences, aren't they just special?'"Yes sir," Harry nodded and Snape left to teach his classes.
'Well, what to do? What to do? Ah, to the Quidditch pitch!'So he left, navigating through twisted paths. He managed to find the Great Hall and from there, he found the Quidditch pitch.
'I have this feeling that if I let the bludgers out now, I am going to be one pulverized wizard and that won't be happy. I'll just fly'Harry found himself trying out every flying trick he ever knew, which included him dangling from the nose of his broom, zooming to the ground, and stabilizing and mounting his broom at the last second.
After a few hours, he realized that it was time for lunch, so off he went. Once at the great hall, he found his mini chair and sat down. Seeing Ron and Hermione arriving, he waved.
"Ron! Hermione!"
Ron and Hermione waved and came over.
Lunch went on as usual, with Hermione shrinking his food and handing it to him. However, Harry kept seeing Draco Malfoy and his cronies glancing at him with a mischievous look. He shrugged and waved it away, 'They always look that way'.
Just then, the bell rang. The students and professors left for classes. Harry was left alone and he didn't feel like going to the pitch again.
'I suppose I could go to the common room…and do something…like…umm….sleep? No, no…hmm…'Just then, he felt something grab him and a voice said, "Potter, Potter, things always happen to you, don't they? Famous Harry Potter…is rather unlucky"
'Now where have I heard that snob-like voice? Hmm…Snape? No, no, too Malfoyish to be him. Err…Hermione when she's talking to Ron? Nope, still too Malfoyish. Umm…Voldermort? Nope, way too Malfoy-like. Who could it be?'"Potter, if everyone is too Malfoy-like to be me…then maybe it's because I AM Draco Malfoy?" The hand let go, and Harry could that it was indeed, Draco Malfoy.
'Whoops, didn't know I thought that out loud'"Hmm, are you sure you're Malfoy? Maybe you could be your evil twin brother? Wait no, you ARE evil…then your not-so-evil twin brother? Nope, you're acting pretty weird now…I know! You are your dad who has somehow taken de-aging potion! Yeah, you look just like him!"
"Potter…has the Shrinking Potion also shrunk your brain along with the rest of you?"
"Well, duh! If it didn't, I'd have a huge head!"
Draco just stared at him, flabbergasted, "Arg! You are THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON I HAVE EVER MET!"
"Uhh…you just figured that out? How else do you think Voldy got so mad at me?"
"I don't get it"
Harry dramatically sighed, "I mean, when Voldy came over to my dear parents' house, he read my mind and got so mad that he tried to kill me! But he failed, so he got so annoyed that he stupidly committed suicide! Most likely, his ghost is trying to possess a skull and get his followers to find a way to give him a new body"
Draco stared again, "Seriously?"
"Of course!"
"You give annoyance a whole new meaning"
"I know. By the way, don't you have classes now?"
"Free period, Potter"
"So…exactly why are you interested in holding a conversation with little old Hawwy?"
"HAWWY? HAWWY?" Draco exclaimed before falling into laughs,
"Really Potter. I was just passing by, when one of my muggleborn housemates told me about this weird-looking blonde doll called Barbie. She happens to have brought some of the baby ones, and their clothes look your size. So! I figured we'd play what muggles call 'Dress up'," he took out some mini baby clothes that resemble the ones that are worn in the crib
"Dress up? Malfoy, I had no idea you loved dolls so much"
"Don't you get it? The doll is actually you"
"Sorry to disappoint you…but Barbie's a blond, and the only one blond here is you," and with that, Harry pulled out his wand, cast 'Engorgio' on the clothes, and spelled them on Draco.
"Potter! Why you!" Draco scrambled to take off the clothes.
"Ciao, Malfy," Harry got on his broom and flew to Snape's quarters. Turning a corner, he could vaguely hear "Don't call me Malfy!".
Finding the quarters, he slipped in, "Professor, are you here?"
"Potter, kindly lower your voice," came Snape's voice.
Going into the direction of the call, he found the professor grading homework. Snape glanced up, "Potter, what disaster have you caused this time?"
"Why, Professor! All I did was help Draco get into new clothes!"
Snape's eyes narrowed, "Exactly what 'clothes' did he get into?".
"Umm…enlarged dolly clothes?"
Snape rolled his eyes, "Out of all things!"
"Hey! He was going to put them on me! I clearly defended myself!"
The professor waved a hand, "Yes, yes, whatever helps you sleep"
Harry grinned, "Really? Then…can I have a cookie?"
Snape started, "What? Honestly Potter, a cookie!"
"You said 'whatever helps me sleep'. A cookie would definitely help me sleep"
"I do not need a sugar-induced teenager hopping around my rooms!"
Harry dramatically sighed, "Very well then, sir. I shall go through the night without a cookie…oh the agony!"
The professor groaned in exasperation, "Potter! You haven't even eaten dinner yet!"
"After dinner, then?"
"Oh, very well," Snape grumbled and returned to his grading.
Harry internally cheered, 'Annoying people is sooo much fun!'