Prank Calls
Rating: PG
Harry and Ron accidentally stumble across someone they'd rather not (or would they?) when prank calling. Possible slash in possible later chapters.
Bring. Bring.
Draco sat up so fast all the blood rushed out of his head. His phone was ringing. His phone never rang. He stared at it for a moment before decisively picking it up.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hi!" said a boy's voice he thought he recognised. "Can I speak to Draco please?"
"This is Draco," he replied, wondering who else this person expected to get on his own private line. Before he had time to go any further down this trail of thought, however, he was interrupted by his mysterious caller.
"Oh shit!" it said, as somebody snickered in the background. Then the line went dead.
Ten minutes later, Draco was still sitting watching his telephone. He'd bought it a year ago just for fun, and so far that was the only call he'd received. A memorable first call, he thought. What had just happened? Why would somebody call him and then hang up when they reached him? It just didn't seem logical! Draco fell back on his bed with a frustrated sigh, staring up at the black material draped over the top of his four-poster bed.
A little way away, Harry Potter was trying to explain the same thing to his best friend, Ron Weasley.
"It's called a prank call, Ron," he explained patiently for the fifth time that day. "It's a sort of muggle practical joke."
"So…" mused Ron, "you ring someone up, ask for someone else and then hang up?"
"Well, that's one sort of prank call," replied Harry. "There are others when you don't say anything, or say something really stupid."
"So what just happened then?"
"Ah. Well, despite choosing a very unusual and stupid name that nobody we called would have," Harry paused for dramatic effect, "I think we just found Draco Malfoy's home number."
The effect this simple sentence had on Ron was amazing. His face morphed from confusion to comprehension, then to an evil grin.
"So, what can we do with this information?" Ron muttered, stroking his chin as though he had a goatee. Harry tapped his nose, then picked up the phone and dialled again.
"Watch and learn, Ronniekins, watch and learn.." he trailed off as the ringing tone began.
Draco practically threw himself across the room as his phone started to ring again. Snatching it off the hook, he spoke breathlessly down the receiver.
"Yes?"
"Hello, is Mr Wall there?" rumbled a deep voice down the line.
"There's no Mr Wall here!" replied Draco, exasperated. Two strange calls in one afternoon?
"Is Mrs Wall there?" the voice asked again.
"No, sorry," Draco replied, wondering at the stupidity of the caller.
"Are any of the Walls there?" Draco almost choked. How persistent could somebody be?!
"No, there are no Walls here!" he almost shouted down the phone.
"That's strange," said the voice, sounding confused. "Then how is your ceiling staying up?" A spluttering sound, followed by a snort came down the line, before it went dead again. Draco's cheeks started to go pink. How dare somebody make fun of him in that way! He was a Malfoy! People do not ring up Malfoy's and play tricks on them down the telephone!
Back at the Burrow, Harry and Ron were rolling on Ron's bed, tears of laughter pouring down their faces. Fred and George, drawn by the noise, came rushing in.
"What's going on?" asked Fred.
Harry managed to stop laughing for long enough to splutter out,
"Malfoy… prank call… no walls…" before dissolving into laughter again. Fred and George, being experienced in the world of trickery, whether muggle or magical, knew immediately what he was talking about.
"Aww, why didn't you call us? We would have loved to have heard that!"
"Do one yourself!" Ron said, sitting up and wiping his eyes. "The number's on the side there," he continued, pointing to a sheet of paper with a phone number written on it. A gleam appeared in George's eye as he picked up the phone and began to dial the number.
Draco glared at his phone as it rang. He wasn't going to pick it up this time. He was just going to let it ring until it stopped. When it carried on ringing, Draco cursed himself for being so weak and picked it up.
"Hello?" he said, slightly suspicious.
"Draco?" whispered a high-pitched, female voice.
"Yes?" replied Draco, confused now. He didn't know any girls that didn't sound like men, all being members of Slytherin.
"Oh good!" the voice continued. "I can't talk for long now, but will you meet me outside Gringotts bank at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon?"
"Who is this?" asked Draco, puzzled.
"Please, I can't say. Just meet me tomorrow. You'll know who I am." The line went dead.
The last call had been more confusing than the first two. The first, he didn't know what had happened. Maybe the caller had forgotten to feed the house-elf or something, and had had to hang up. The second was obviously a trick. The third had completely stumped him. He didn't know what to think of it. Was it a trick, or was it really some girl who wanted to meet him, and, from the sound of it, needed his help? Getting off his bed, he went to have a nice long jacuzzi and to think it over carefully.
George replaced the receiver, looking smug.
"And the prize for best prank call goes to… Mr George Weasley!" He bowed low, getting pulled over by Ron who had grabbed his head. Fred carried on for him.
"For the next instalment, be at Gringotts bank at two in the afternoon tomorrow!"
Well? Shall I carry this on? I don't know… Please review and tell me.
Rating: PG
Harry and Ron accidentally stumble across someone they'd rather not (or would they?) when prank calling. Possible slash in possible later chapters.
Bring. Bring.
Draco sat up so fast all the blood rushed out of his head. His phone was ringing. His phone never rang. He stared at it for a moment before decisively picking it up.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hi!" said a boy's voice he thought he recognised. "Can I speak to Draco please?"
"This is Draco," he replied, wondering who else this person expected to get on his own private line. Before he had time to go any further down this trail of thought, however, he was interrupted by his mysterious caller.
"Oh shit!" it said, as somebody snickered in the background. Then the line went dead.
Ten minutes later, Draco was still sitting watching his telephone. He'd bought it a year ago just for fun, and so far that was the only call he'd received. A memorable first call, he thought. What had just happened? Why would somebody call him and then hang up when they reached him? It just didn't seem logical! Draco fell back on his bed with a frustrated sigh, staring up at the black material draped over the top of his four-poster bed.
A little way away, Harry Potter was trying to explain the same thing to his best friend, Ron Weasley.
"It's called a prank call, Ron," he explained patiently for the fifth time that day. "It's a sort of muggle practical joke."
"So…" mused Ron, "you ring someone up, ask for someone else and then hang up?"
"Well, that's one sort of prank call," replied Harry. "There are others when you don't say anything, or say something really stupid."
"So what just happened then?"
"Ah. Well, despite choosing a very unusual and stupid name that nobody we called would have," Harry paused for dramatic effect, "I think we just found Draco Malfoy's home number."
The effect this simple sentence had on Ron was amazing. His face morphed from confusion to comprehension, then to an evil grin.
"So, what can we do with this information?" Ron muttered, stroking his chin as though he had a goatee. Harry tapped his nose, then picked up the phone and dialled again.
"Watch and learn, Ronniekins, watch and learn.." he trailed off as the ringing tone began.
Draco practically threw himself across the room as his phone started to ring again. Snatching it off the hook, he spoke breathlessly down the receiver.
"Yes?"
"Hello, is Mr Wall there?" rumbled a deep voice down the line.
"There's no Mr Wall here!" replied Draco, exasperated. Two strange calls in one afternoon?
"Is Mrs Wall there?" the voice asked again.
"No, sorry," Draco replied, wondering at the stupidity of the caller.
"Are any of the Walls there?" Draco almost choked. How persistent could somebody be?!
"No, there are no Walls here!" he almost shouted down the phone.
"That's strange," said the voice, sounding confused. "Then how is your ceiling staying up?" A spluttering sound, followed by a snort came down the line, before it went dead again. Draco's cheeks started to go pink. How dare somebody make fun of him in that way! He was a Malfoy! People do not ring up Malfoy's and play tricks on them down the telephone!
Back at the Burrow, Harry and Ron were rolling on Ron's bed, tears of laughter pouring down their faces. Fred and George, drawn by the noise, came rushing in.
"What's going on?" asked Fred.
Harry managed to stop laughing for long enough to splutter out,
"Malfoy… prank call… no walls…" before dissolving into laughter again. Fred and George, being experienced in the world of trickery, whether muggle or magical, knew immediately what he was talking about.
"Aww, why didn't you call us? We would have loved to have heard that!"
"Do one yourself!" Ron said, sitting up and wiping his eyes. "The number's on the side there," he continued, pointing to a sheet of paper with a phone number written on it. A gleam appeared in George's eye as he picked up the phone and began to dial the number.
Draco glared at his phone as it rang. He wasn't going to pick it up this time. He was just going to let it ring until it stopped. When it carried on ringing, Draco cursed himself for being so weak and picked it up.
"Hello?" he said, slightly suspicious.
"Draco?" whispered a high-pitched, female voice.
"Yes?" replied Draco, confused now. He didn't know any girls that didn't sound like men, all being members of Slytherin.
"Oh good!" the voice continued. "I can't talk for long now, but will you meet me outside Gringotts bank at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon?"
"Who is this?" asked Draco, puzzled.
"Please, I can't say. Just meet me tomorrow. You'll know who I am." The line went dead.
The last call had been more confusing than the first two. The first, he didn't know what had happened. Maybe the caller had forgotten to feed the house-elf or something, and had had to hang up. The second was obviously a trick. The third had completely stumped him. He didn't know what to think of it. Was it a trick, or was it really some girl who wanted to meet him, and, from the sound of it, needed his help? Getting off his bed, he went to have a nice long jacuzzi and to think it over carefully.
George replaced the receiver, looking smug.
"And the prize for best prank call goes to… Mr George Weasley!" He bowed low, getting pulled over by Ron who had grabbed his head. Fred carried on for him.
"For the next instalment, be at Gringotts bank at two in the afternoon tomorrow!"
Well? Shall I carry this on? I don't know… Please review and tell me.