((Umumumum, I WANNA BE DRACO.

Sorry, but he's my (other) husband, and I don't like sharing. :c

And maybe he can be with both of them? :L Unless that's not PG?))

((I'm dying of laughter already. Okay. This'll be good, I can tell.))    

Fred and George entered the Great Hall shortly before the owl post would arrive that morning. They were late; they drew several curious stares as the made their way to their designated seats at the Gryffindor table; they didn't, however, sit where they usually did, next to Lee Jordan. Instead, they took the seats across from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, shooing Dean and Seamus out of the way."Harry," they said in unison, wide grins splitting both of their faces nearly in two. Harry frowned slightly, weary, while Ron looked offended that his brothers hadn't greeted him --again-- and Hermione scowled her disapproval for whatever scheme they'd so obviouslycooked up.

"What is it, Fred? George?" Harry asked cautiously.

"We've just returned from the Owlery, actually--" Fred started, leaning in conspiratorially. He watched the three younger students closely, cherishingtheir reactions to the glorious prank he and George had planted.

"And you'll never guess what we've done." George finished, following his brother's lead. He felt a sense of satisfaction when Hermione's scowl deepened, and the satisfaction grew when he saw a grin start to creep over Harry's face. The Twins' excitment was often contagious.  

"What'd you do?" Ron asked through a mouth full of blueberry crepe.

Fred's gaze turned to his little brother long enough to tap him on the nose and say, "What we've done, my most mannerless little brother, is--"

"We sent Malfoy a lovely box of chocolates," George declared, and then turned to grin at Fred as the trio in front of them spluttered in perfect sync. 

"Why the bloody hell would you send Malfoy a box of bloody chocolates!" Ron hissed loudly. Fred and george sushed him immediatley.

"Stuff it, you dolt!" Fred hissed back. He cast a glance around to make sure no one had heard, before saying in a softer tone, "They're very special chocolates--"

"Fred and I made them ourselves." As Hemione's gaze hardened to a glare once more, and a look of confusion crossed over Harry and Ron's face, George sighed as Fred let out an irritated huff. They rolled their eyes, and George said, "Just watch --the post'll come soon and you'll find out." They stopped talking then and turned their gazes toward the Slytherin table, wicked grins spreading over their faces as the owls began swooping into the hall.

((I used red in honor of Fred and George. xD Sorry, I had to write out multiple characters to set it up. is that okay?))

((That's fine. <3 Everyone else are NPCs anyway, so we can both play them when it's convenient. ^^ And omg. What are you going to do to my baby?))

Draco Malfoy sauntered into the Great Hall, his signature smirk in place. He was followed by his two lumpy bodyguards, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. On his arm was his preening girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. 

They made their way to the Slytherin Table, Draco ruffling his now non-gelled hair, Pansy glaring at the girls who were watching him ruffle his non-gelled hair and Crabbe and Goyle complaining about their grumbling stomachs. As the entourage sat down at the end of the long Slytherin table, Draco sneered at the watching students clad in green.

"What are you all looking at?" 

They all hurriedly turned to their bowls of cereal.

Draco looked around contentedly. "Nice to be the ruler of the school, don't you think?"

His bodyguards grunted in affirmation, and Pansy nodded, adding in her whiny voice, "Although I don't see why you have to flaunt your good looks in front of all those girls. They're all giving you looks and I don't like it!"

Draco only shrugged handsomely. "Can't help it, Pans, sorry."

Pansy grumbled and retrieved her breakfast. It consisted of one piece of orange and nothing else.

Crabbe looked at her food incredulously. "Aren't you going to eat more?" he grunted.

"No," Pansy replied imperiously. "It isn't good for my figure."

Draco nodded approvingly, and then glanced up. He let out an exclamation when he saw Eros, his owl, flapping in. The owl dropped a letter onto his lap, one he knew to be from his parents, nipped him on the finger affectionately and flew off.

"Even birds love you!" Pansy complained. Draco ignored her.

Ripping open the letter, he scanned it before burning it, as it said nothing of interest. Only the usual 'we miss you' and 'The Dark Lord still wants you to join his ranks'. Suddenly, a much heavier package was dropped into his lap. 

"Wha-?" He picked it up and shook it. It was rectangular and wrapped in purple paper. "What does it sound like to you?" he asked, frowning as he held it to his ear.

Pansy shrugged. "Open it and see."

Draco tore the packaging off and found a box of candy, and his eyes lit up greedily. "Chocolate!"

"Who's it from?" Pansy tried to wrestle the box from him. "Let me see! I bet it's from another girl! You're cheating on me!"

"Get off Pansy!" He said, slapping her away. "Merlin, you're so clingy!" He opened the box and bit into it, savouring the flavour and sweetness. 

Fred and George waited with baited breath as Malfoy opened the package. George nudged his twin with his elbow excitedly as Malfoy's mouth closed around the small piece of chocolate. The twins looked away from the blonde Slytherin long enough to share a glance that said, "Yes," before continuing to stare. George felt pride and anticipation bubbling up inside of him --he couldn't wait to find out what sort of animal Malfoy would turn into, after eating the patented (well, patent-pending, anyway) Weasley Transfiguration Truffles. Probably a snake, he thought, or maybe a-- "George," Fred whined at him. "George, why hasn't anything happened?"

Fred was very unhappy. Malfoy'd eaten the candy nearly three minutes ago. Surely something would have happened by now. "Give it another minute, Fred. The potion's got to settle," George replied easily, though he sounded a bit put out, as well.

Both twins ignored Hermione's indignant repitition of, "Potion?" staying completely focused on Malfoy. After another two minutes, George huffed in irritation. "Fred, why hasn't anything happened?" he demanded.

Fred shook his head, looking very much like a child who hadn't gotten any presents for Christmas. "I dunno. Did you--"

"Stir the potion correctly? Yes. Three times counter clockwise, then a quarter circle clockwise. Are you sure you--"

"Of course I used the right chocolate, George. I'm not an idiot," Fred sighed, then ran a hand through his hair and threw an arm over his twin's shoulder. "Damn it, George. I wanted to--"

"Yeah, me, too. What were you thinking? I would've thought--"

"Snake, yeah. But then, that's too obvious for the little git. He'd probably be something like...Like a--"

"Cheetah. You're right. Adorable as a baby, and very pretty once its older, but also deadly and standoffish--"

"Excuse me," Ron cut in, earning glares from the identical boys who had been going back and forth in their own little world, "but what the bloody hell are you going on about?"Fred snorted at him while George scoffed, and then they proceeded with their conversation.

"I suppose we'll have to--"

"Tail him. Yes." Here George turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione to say, "Can't have anything bad happening to the little bugger."

"Don't want the bad reputation to associate with our products," Fred added.

"Bad for bussiness, you know." And then both stopped talking altogether, apart from whispered speculation to each other as the kept a close eye on Malfoy.

((I love you, Pere. ;n; I shall make sure I post at least once a day from now on. I sorry to be such a sucky RP partner </3))

((It's fine, Caneh. <3 Happy belated birthday, by the way. :D And I seriously don't mind. xD My other RPs are keeping me busy. ^^))

Malfoy thought the chocolates were delicious, and after minutes of pesky whining, bribery and threats, he reluctantly handed one over to Pansy. After all, he didn't want to lose two weeks of snogging. Definitely not.

"These are actually very nice," Pansy exclaimed, eyes widening. She saw Crabbe's and Goyle's piggy little eyes on the candy, and her eyes narrowed. "Not for you two. You're already big enough as it is. Honestly, haven't you two heard of diets?"

The two grunted, and shook their heads. Pansy was sure they were joking, until she saw in their eyes that they were prefectly truthful. She grimaced, and did not say anything afterwards.

"What have we got next, Pans?" Draco asked, still chewing on chocolate. He knew he and Pansy would have quality snogging time, because they were both having sugar early in the morning, which would means hyperactiveness, which would mean lots of energy, which would mean...quality snogging.

"Um, let me think," Pansy said, frowning and concentrating. "Potions, Drake."

"Excellent," Draco breathed. "So I can just relax and not do anything."

Pansy gave Draco a fond smile. "Of course, darling."

They continued talking (and even snuck in a heated snog when they had begun to argue a bit), until the signal from the teachers that it was time to head to their first class. Draco stuck his hand out to help Pansy up, and they left together, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind.

"That isn't good," Fred and George said in unison as Parkinson mooched a truffle from Malfoy. Geroge groaned, falling over to lean heavily on his twins side and groaned, "Now there'll be two of them, Fred." Fred shook his head and opened his mouth to point out that nothing had happened to either of the Slytherin gits, but George cut him off. "No, Fred. Nothing's happened yet, but something's going to happen. You know it. This is a prototype product; its impossible we made it perfect on the first try."

"Yeah," Fred sighed, slumping a bit himself. "You're right. Oh, shi--"

"They're moving!" George cut Fred off, and Fred frowned a little at the action. They were supposed to finish each other's sentences, not cut each other off. George stood, pulling Fred up with him, and slung an arm over his brother's shoulder; Fred's frown was replaced by a feeling of content. "Sorry to be leaving so soon--" George said.

"But we've got some business we really must attend to," Fred finished, and then thought 'That's more like it.' They grinned at Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

"'Bye Harry. And Hermione," they added in unison, purposefully ignoring Ron just to make him angry, as they turned to follow Malfoy and his idiot gang out of the Hall. They made sure to stay far enough back to go unnoticed, but close enough that they would feel if--

"Well, that can't be good," they said as a wave of magical, uncontained energy flared at them from down the hall. An odd noise filled the air --it sounded a bit like an out of tune trumpet-- and Fred and George took that as their cue to rush forward.

((Let the transforming and subsequent awkward attempt to...mate...commence. 83 Also, LOL, because now I've got an image in my head of Pansy with a pig nose. xD What animal will she end up as?))

((Oh gosh, I have no idea. xD))

Draco gave an unusually feminine squeal as he felt his skin start to bubble and his flesh begin to shake. It didn't hurt, but it felt incredibly odd. Panicking, he turned to Pansy and saw that she seemed to be...melting. Just like him, he realised, looking down.

"Oh my merlin freaking gods!" Draco yelled at the top of his voice. "What the bloody hell is happening to me?" There were a few more seconds, and he could feel something start to spring out of his skin. As if very, very thick hairs were growing quickly out of him...and suddenly, he was way too small. His eye level only came up to the trainers of Crabbe and Goyle. He tried to scream, but it came out like a strange, non-human hiss. He tried to hit someone, but his arm felt oddly light, and when he turned, all he saw was feathers.

Merlin almighty. He was a swan.

He turned frantically, making insane noises and flailing on the spot, and caught a glimpse of Pansy, who it seemed had been turned into a beaver. That was rich, considering she had been teasing Hermione Granger mercilessly about her buck teeth for ages, even after she had gotten them fixed. Somehow, he didn't feel the slightest bit inclined to feel sympathy for his girlfriend, but rather, amusement bubbled in him, until he realised he was a bloody swan.

Making an angry sound, he spun on the spot, and then froze when he saw the Weasley twins. There was a silence for a few seconds, as he seemed to stare them in the eyes, anger, hatred and fear swirled, before he launched on them and began poking them with his sharp beak.

It was hopelessly obvious that they were responsible for his current appearance, and he did not take slights to his good looks well. 

((I'm sorry, I don't know what sounds swans make! D:)) 

((It's fine. And I'm sorry about your day yesterday. D: And ok.))

Instead of feeling remorse, Draco just gave them a long and livid hiss, but he backed away anyway. He saw with pleasure the gashes that had appeared all over Fred's body. Serves them right. Spiking chocolate. How the hell did they know he had a sweet tooth?

He tried to yell at them, tried to yell at them to fix it, but all that came out was a trumpet-like sound. This angered him even more, and because he was a Slytherin and liked to intimidate, he changed back to hissing sounds. That, at least, sounded more like the snake he was supposed to be.

Turning, he saw Pansy make her way to him, her tail plodding behind her. She looked thoroughly miserable and she kept sending death glares in the way of the Weasley twins as well.

Seeing her ex
pression, and feeling his heart stir somewhat, he waddled over to her and then gave her a soft nudge with his beak to lift her hung head. Giving a small trumpet-like sound, which he knew sounded ridiculous, he saw her lift her head and glare at the Weasleys again, and so he moved away from her quickly. He didn't like to be mushy if he could help it.

Fred grabbed ahold of George's outstretched hand, using it to pull himself up to stand. He aimed a glare at Malfoy, and promptly broke out into loud, full bodied laughter that made him gasp for air even as his injuries screamed in protest at the movements. Because there, on the floor next to Malfoy, was a beaver --a beaver that bared a striking ressemblance to one Pansy Parkinson. "A beaver?" he gasped between his laughter, leaning on George's side even as his twin doubled over in laughter of his own.

"Now that is brilliant," George added between his own wheezing. He stopped laughing for a moment as Malfoy snuggled the girl, waddling over and rubbing his beak against her. "Oi, Malfoy! I'm pretty sure there's some kind of school tule against interspecies breeding!"

Fred laughed even harder at that, then gasped as pain flared in his ribs. "George, how d'you suppose we fix this?" George's own laughter stopped at that, and he quickly began examining his twin. 

"Well, I could try a healing spell--"

"Not that, git. I meant them."

"Oh. Right. Well," George answered slowly, drawing out his wand, "I suggest we take them to Madame Pomfrey." Fred caught something in his brother's tone, and stepped forawrd to stop his brother's next action, but George's his wand shot out towards Malfoy and Parkinson before Fred could stop him, George's voice echoing, "Stupefy!" in the large corridor.

"Merlin, George, what're you doing?" Fred very nearly shouted. Malfoy and Parkinson were out cold on the stone floor, in a crumpled heap of white feathers and brown fur. George shrugged, stepping forward to pick up Malfoy's limp, swan-y form. He grimaced slightly at the unexpected effort; the bird was quite heavy, really.

"Did you want to carry Malfoy, wings flailing and beak trying to rip your eyes out, or would you rather have him subdued?"Fred opened his mouth to reply, then closed it,shrugging. George did have a point.

"Still," he muttered as he lifted the Parkinson-beaver, cradling it to his cheswt like a child, "It amazes me that people think I'm the instigator in these things." And then he started down the hall with his twin towards the Hospital Wing next to him.

 ((To the Hospital Wing! Okie, so, shall Malfoy and Pansy shall wake up in the Hospital Wing as humans again, or shall we prolong their suffering as animals, first?))

((I don't really fancy being a swan for an extended period of time, so I'm going to make them wake up as humans. xD))

The first thing Draco felt was his bones. They felt stiff, tired and overall like hell. He tried to move, but he couldn't. Suddenly, a voice invaded his ear.

"Don't move, Mr. Malfoy!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked, coming over to his bedside. Draco stilled and tried in vain to move his head to the side, so he could glare at her. However, his head remained forzen and all he could do was bl
ink up at the ceiling. 

The Mediwitch began shoving potions down his mouth and rubbing ointments onto his limbs, and soon, feeling began seeping into his fingers, toes, arms, legs. In a matter of minutes, he was now fully mobile again, but his mouth was incredibly dry. He grabbed the glass of water sitting on his bedside and drank it down greedily.

"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy," Pomfrey admonished, "don't exert yourself too much. You've only just recovered." Draco tried to talk, but his tongue wouldn't move. It was still too dry. Drinking another glass, he looked around and spotted Pansy on the bed next to him, still fast asleep.

When he finally had regained the movement of his tongue, the first thing he asked Pomfrey was whether Pansy was ok.

"Of course, of course," Pomfrey replied, petting Draco lightly on the head, "your girlfriend is fine. She's just a deeper sleeper."

Draco slumped in relief. "Good. Now, do you know what happened?" His voice had taken on a sharp tone, one that Pomfrey did not miss.

"Yes, both Weasley boys brought you in." She gave a disapproving frown. "Testing untested substances on Hogwarts children! How irresponsible!" And then she walked away, calling over her shoulder for Draco to 'have a nice long rest since he was excused from all class today'.

Draco looked stunned. Those two Weasels had turned him into a freaking duck-thing, and all they got was 'How irresponsible!' He'd kill them next time he saw them.

Maybe they'd come in to see how he was going, being the bloody Gryffindors they are, and then he'd exact revenge. 

Malfoy's angry grimace as Madam Pomfrey left the room made both Fred and George grin wickedly. "Don't feel so cheated, Malfoy," Fred said from his seat on the bed a few rows away from Malfoy's own.

"We've already been chewed out plenty," George agreed solemnly, though his eyes were glinting with satisfied mischeif and his grin was in danger of ripping his face in half. "A month of detention with Old Filchy and everything." He nudged Fred with his elbow, and said, "Oi, Freddy. I reckon Malfoy is planning ways to kill us right about now. Either that, or his pipes are a bit backed up from all those potions Pomfrey gave him. What d'you think?"

Fred snorted in response, saying, "I think he doesn't want to kill us nearly as much as he will want to kill us, after he realises his back is a bit heavier than it really should be."

George nodded enthusiastically, saying with a curious glance at Malfoy, "Ah, yes. Wonder how he can lay on those things without hurting himself?"

"And poor Parkinson with those teeth--"

"So much for her teasing our dearest little Hermione," Geroge said with a sigh, followed by a laugh that bubbled up before he could stop it. Before they could go into one of their long back-and-forths conversations consisting of finishing each other's sentences, Madam Pomfrey came back into the room.

"Will you two menaces be quiet?" she groused, waggling her finger at them. Fred made a choked off sound that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, and was silenced by Madam Pomfrey's glare. "You were cleared to leave an hour ago, Mister Weasley. You and your brother are--"

"But Madam Pomfrey!" George protested.

"We're having a conversation with Malfoy," Fred whined, but he winked at her frowning face when he leaned towards Malfoy and said, "Isn't that right, Malfoy?"

Draco really didn't want to give the Weasley twins any reason to stay, but what they had said made him curious. Something about his back being heavier. Thinking about it now, he realised that it was true, but being immobile meant he couldn't turn to look. Now, to free himself of the demons or to relieve his curiosity?

After a few seconds of consideration, curiosity won.

"Yeah," Draco said grudgingly to Pomfrey. "Yeah, they're just talking to me." He smirked. "They wanted to apologise to me for ailing me so badly." He sent them a smug, pointed look, and Madam Pomfrey turned to the twins expectedly.

"Well?" she barked. "Apologise! And it better be a satisfactory apology!"

Fred looked at George, and was met with the same amused glint that he knew was flashing in his own eyes. "Malfoy--" he began, bowing nearly in half and sweeping his arm dramtically across his waist.

"That is, Draco--" George cut in, mimicking his twin's bow. He heard Madam Pomfrey make a noise that sounded oddly like a giggle, but it was quickly covered by a cough of impatience, and his shoulders very nearly began shaking to constrain his own laughter.

"We are so very, terribly, awfully sorry. Right irresponsible of us, really," Fred continued. "We never meant to turn you into a swan--"

"We were honestly hoping for something more like a cheetah--"

"We were discussing it just this morning, even--"

"Because cheetahs are adorable little babies, and we must admit--"

"You were quite the cute little First Year," Fred said with a sigh. "All that arrogance in such a small, prepubescent package--"

"But then you did hit puberty, and you blossomed into quite a handsome young man--"

"Beautiful, I'd go so far as to say, even--"

"As would I, brother, and neither of us is even bent. But as we were saying; like a cheetah, you turned into an extremely attractive creature--"

"But you'd sooner rip someone's throat out--"

"Or run away like a coward," George muttered, just loud enough for Fred to hear. Fred very nearly choked, but kept his composure.

"Than allow yourself to be pet and coddled. Except, of course, by your dearest Pansy," Fred motioned towards the sleeping girl.

"So we are truely, very sorry for you to have turned into a swan. Quite the faliure on our part," George finished. He straightened as Fred did, and they both rolled their shoulders to get rid of the stiffness that had formedfrom bending over for so long. He caught Madam Pomfrey's eye, and grinned when he noticed her face was red and she was biting her lip to keep from chuckling. She snorted, instead, trying to sound dissaproving.

"Yes," she said, "quite the apology. You'll be leaving now, boys."

"Aw, c'mon, Madam Pomfrey! You know we'll have to spend time with him, anyway, We need to brew a cure of some sort!" Fred said. Madam Pomfrey stared at him incredulously for a long moment, before she sighed, nodding.

"Alright, fine," she said. Then she left without another word.