They reached the tower window with relatively little trouble. Climbing into the bedroom was another story..
"Uh, you go first," announced Crabbe as they hovered outside, "the coast is clear."
"It's not really a coast," muttered Goyle, trying to stick a beefy leg in through the open window. "It's more like a room... whoa--" a sudden gust of wind shook him and his leg. He lurched forward and fell into the room.
"Heh. That's one way to get in," observed Crabbe.
"Shut up. You're next." Goyle inspected the room as Crabbe attempted to climb through the window. Lots of beds, but that was to be expected in a bedroom. He walked over to a dresser and opened it - a pink sock flew out at him, singing in an obnoxious nasal voice.
"It's a jolly holiday at Hogwarts--"
"Shut that thing up!" yelled Crabbe.
"Uh -" Goyle swatted at the sock as it whizzed around his head. "Shhh!" He grabbed it and shoved it back in the drawer, slamming it closed. "Ok.. I guess this is a girls' bedroom. But who has singing pink socks?"
Crabbe tumbled into the room. "I bet Ron Weasley does."
"Well, there goes that prank idea."
"Yeah," Crabbe stood and brushed himself off. "So... " They stood there recovering from the sock attack. "What were we going to do again?"
"Something about stiletto heels?"
"I thought that was too '80s."
"I suppose you know some good hexes?"
"That's usually Draco's job."
"He shouldn't have used the red."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of voices coming from the stairs. "I swear I heard Jeanette singing! Who let her out?"
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, wide-eyed. "Hide!" They stumbled to the nearest closet and flung themselves inside. Of course the three broomsticks that were leaning there toppled into them. "Shhhh!" They crouched down and listened.
The girls must have entered the room, because their voices had became much louder. "I wonder who could have done this?" footsteps stopped, followed by the sound of the drawer being pulled open again.
"It's raining men! OOOOO it's raining men!"
"Jeanette knows the strangest songs."
Crabbe frowned in the dark closet. "Jeanette - sorry name for a singing sock, don't you think?"
"I dont know, it's kind of different."
"From what - the usual singing sock name?"
"Shut up--" They froze as the closet door swung open. Parvati Pavil and Lavender Brown stood on the other side, staring at them like small rabbits discovering a fox hole.
"AHHHHHH!"
Crabbe and Goyle shrugged, then turned on their most threatening expressions. "ROOOAAARR!" Crabbe lunged forward, although unfortunately for the effect, he tripped on one of the fallen broomsticks and toppled into Lavender Brown.
"HE'S GOT ME! HELP! DO SOMETHING!"
Crabbe was appalled as the girl spit on him inadvertantly. "HEY!" He struggled to stand -
Goyle stepped forward, wand raised - he glanced to Parvati Patil, who ran to the door.. "uhh... hm... " he yelled the first spell that came to mind. "Impedimenta!" and she froze and tipped over like a stone statue. "I didnt know that worked so well on people.." Goyle mused..
"HELLPPPPPP!"
"STOP SPITTING ON ME!"
"OR HE'LL EAT YOU!" bellowed Goyle. Then he realized that yelling in a Gryffindor bedroom was probably not the best way to keep a secret mission secret.. He grabbed Crabbe by the collar and pulled him back, keeping his wand aimed at Lavender all the while. "OK. - grrrrr," he added as an afterthought.
Lavender glared at them, eyes flashing in a stereotypically defiant manner. "You'll never get away with this!"
"Maybe she knows what we're doing," said Goyle conversationally.
"Yeah... " Crabbe was still trying to catch his breath. "Let's just prank her and get it over with."
"Ok... uhm... "
Lavender glanced about, but her wand had disappeared in the struggle with Crabbe. "Just wait until my friends come--"
"No, that would be dumb," Crabbe turned to Goyle. "What about that new spell Draco was learning?"
"That was a hair care spell, idiot."
"So?" The idea of casting a hair care spell on a Gryffindor as a prank slowly took form in their heads -- they looked back at Lavender, whose long hair was a rich, luxurious shade of brown. Crabbe grinned. "Ok, what was it?"
"Uhh... plati..something.."
"Platiposus-"
"No, that's an animal"
"Shut up--"
They heard rushed foosteps from the staircase. "Who's there?"
"Uh oh."
Goyle frowned in concentration.. "Ok... PLATILUMOS CAPILLUS!" The wand seemed to stutter, then suddenly shot out a silver-white beam of light which covered Lavender's hair and immediately turned it the color of Draco's.
"What! that was the worst fake Latin I've ever heard you --"
"No time for that!"
"MY HAIRRR! AHHHHHH! I LOOK LIKE A MALFOY!" Lavender screamed in horror.
"Run!" Crabbe and Goyle dashed to the window and jumped out, hanging onto their still-hovering broomsticks as they zoomed to the ground.
Back inside Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter reached the bedroom just in time to see the two Slytherins disappearing out the window.
"What in the world? Was that Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle?" asked Hermione.
"THEY TURNED MY HAIR INTO MALFOY HAIR!"
Hours later, Goyle and Crabbe were back in the comfort of the Slythering common room, having just pilfered some snacks from the kitchen. They stared complacently into the fireplace.
"Vincent," said Goyle suddenly.
"Hm?"
"I'm not sure how we're going to explain this prank to Draco."
"What? just tell him what happened."
"Yeah, I got attacked by a singing sock. And we turned Lavender Brown's hair the same color as Draco's. And then we ran away. I don't think he will find that very funny."
"Least you didn't get spit on," mumbled Crabbe. "Stupid Gryffindors."
They were interrupted again by Pansy Parkinson, who parked herself moodily between them on the couch. "Draco's still mad at me," she announced. "So did you guys do the prank?"
Crabbe and Goyle looked to each other.
"Uh.. yeah, somewhat.." began Crabbe.
"You could say that," added Goyle.
"You guys are so dumb," she said as a matter of fact, "How do you ever get anything done? What did you do?"
"We... infiltrated a girl's bedroom in the Gryffindor tower and .. uh.."
"We changed Lavender Brown's hair color."
"What kind of stupid prank is that?" although Pansy didn't seem particularly upset. She had other things on her mind. "If you guys really want to be helpful, you can help me get back on Draco's good side."
"I don't know if we're going to be on Draco's good side once he figures out we used his favorite hair care spell to do it," said Goyle.
Pansy regarded him quietly for a moment. "Ok... maybe all three of us can plan something for tomorrow."
Crabbe sighed, "As long as it doesn't involve staircases."
"Or lilies," added Pansy.
"Or singing socks."
Will our heros manage to get any work (eating) done with Pansy tagging along? Will they reconcile her and Draco? Or will Draco disown them all once he hears about the "prank"? STAY TUNED -