Who: Draco What: finding his pranked room. When: Saturday after this, which is ~afternoon I think? [backdated] Where: Draco's room. Warnings: Immature pranked stuff. Yeesh. Status: Complete.
Draco was in a fairly decent mood. Not only had he made his first kill, but he had been fucked senseless afterward, and for that reason he wasn't even feeling the effects of the Killing Curse on his his body anymore. All he felt was sated (extremely sated) and rather accomplished. He and Morag had the second kill of the castle, in his year. That was something he wasn't going to let anyone forget. Even if it hadn't happened in class, they had left the evidence down in the dungeons. Lest anyone doubt it.
He was in a good mood right up until he got to the door of his room. After having the egg stolen, Draco had gone to the library and taken out every single book he could find on warding, and especially on charms to tell when wards had been tampered with. Not only that, but by who.
As soon as he touched his wand to the door to unlock it, he knew that they had in fact been tampered with. The magical signature registered as - what the hell. Zacharias Smith? Narrowing his eyes, he opened the door, wand out. If the arse was still in his room, he was going to get a Cruciatus Curse right in the face. Draco was sick unto the death of taking shite from people.
The sight that greeted his eyes was precisely the opposite of his mood. Pastel pink walls with bunny and leopard print patterns were the first thing that met his eye. The second thing he noticed was that everything was wet, and the water seemed to have come from his bed, which looked sunken and deflated. The heart shaped effect had been completely lost.
He closed the door and stood there for a moment, looking at it all. He wasn't embarrassed, he was angry. The first thought that crossed his mind was that the fucker who had broken into his room had picked the exact wrong time to mess with Draco Malfoy. He had just discovered exactly what he was capable of, and he would make the rat bastard pay. Not only that, but he would enjoy every moment of it.
The second rational thought he had was that it was all magical, and his servant didn't have a wand. That meant he would do much faster work cleaning it up himself. The water was the most annoying, but the simplest; he took care of that first, eyes narrowing coldly with quick efficiency. Once that was done, he worked for quite a while restoring his bed and bedding to its normal state, and then removed all the charms on the walls.
A few hours had passed while he worked, but he did it all with a determined, focused concentration. He added little improvements here and there as he went, making the room better than it was. Finally, he had to turn his attention to the smaller items. That was more complicated, because he couldn't be entirely sure exactly which item had been turned into what. But here, again, his extra precautions would come in handy.
Not only had he added spells to his wards to tell who tampered with them, but he had also added charms to record the movement in the room when he was gone. Partially to watch Neville, in case he did anything suspicious; Draco hadn't quite gotten rid of the paranoia where his servant was concerned, though of all the servants, he knew Draco best and was probably least likely to cross him. However, his paranoia had now paid off. He could see precisely what had happened and painstakingly return each item of his to its original state.
It paid off even more when the charms informed him that Blaise Zabini had been there too, though he had not messed with Draco's wards. Draco was even more angry about that, because he had considered Blaise a friend. Not one of his closest friends, but he had trusted the other boy to have his back when he'd left the castle in search of Pansy. Oh, he was going to have Blaise's head, that fucking backstabber.
He spent the rest of the afternoon methodically returning his possessions to their normal state, which took longer than it should have simply because his mind was occupied with considering his revenge. Finally, however, every last item had been restored, and his wards strengthened, with a few particularly nasty ones added, and his charms still in place.
But it wasn't his wards he was going to be depending on to keep people from messing with his things. No, he had other ideas for that. Ideas that would once have made him cringe, but when he remembered what had occurred that morning, he knew he could pull it off. And he rather thought that it would be even more enjoyable if he let Morag watch.
Yes, he thought, this was the beginning of the end for people who messed with Draco Malfoy. Revenge was coming, and it was a dish best served cold.