AN - 24 May 2013:Greetings people. This story started out as some sort of crackfic. Almost 20 chapters in, I fear it has become crap-fic. In a few chapters, there will be OCs. Just thought I should warn you. I'm still gonna keep typing up new chapters anyway. On another note, I wrote a much better Drarry titled "Detention". It's a one-shot fluff of sorts.

It was towards the start of Christmas break, and I was walking alone down this deserted corridor at school, when I suddenly saw Malfoy exiting a room a little ways ahead. He looked tensed and sad, somewhat, and seemed to be sneaky about leaving the place. He didn't see me and went away in the other direction.

Naturally, I thought he was doing suspicious things in the room he was in, so I went in to investigate.

It was an unused classroom with a grand piano in the middle and a wooden bench to the side facing this piano. I noticed that the piano was not as dusty as the rest of the room, and I shockingly realised that Malfoy was in this room playing this piano. I went to it and sat down.

But suddenly, I was a stuffed dolphin and couldn't move. I now believed that Malfoy was in here setting up a trap. A weird trap that transfigures intruders into stuffed dolphins when they touch the piano. I tried to groan in exasperation but nothing came out; I was decidedly an inanimate, sentient, stuffed dolphin.

I waited and waited for hours. I noticed that it was getting darker, and soon found that it was nighttime. Has no one realised that I've gone missing? Goddammit, Malfoy!

It was probably past midnight when someone finally entered the room. To my horror, it was Malfoy.

He approached me still a stuffed dolphin on the piano. I expected him to start laughing and triumphantly announce that he's got me and that I'm an idiot. But I was surprised at how disappointed I felt when he just looked at me in utter confusion.

Then he picked me up and placed me on the wooden bench before returning to the piano and sat down. What the fuck, man? Change me back!

He apparently didn't hear me, and he just started talking to no one in particular. At the very least, it looked like he was just talking to the piano.

"For a minute there, I thought you left the dolphin. But that can't be. I guess someone else just found our hideout. I hope they'll leave us alone. It'll be Christmas break soon; I want to have our room all to myself."

Then he started playing the piano.

It was a tentative play, like he was trying to play a song by ear, a song he had heard so long ago already. At some points he just exhaled sharply in frustration for getting the wrong keys.

I realised then that he didn't know that I was in fact me, Harry Potter, transfigured into a stuffed dolphin. He thought someone else had just forgot me there, and he had at first thought that that someone was whoever it was he was talking to. Dreadfully, I remembered that I haven't settled any plans for the coming Christmas break, meaning I would be stuck like this here until term restarts, unless someone comes find me soon. Which is almost unlikely, because I haven't settled on any plans! Ron and Hermione could think I had just upped and went holidaying on my own!

Soon, Malfoy stopped trying to play and left, and I was alone again to wait. I wondered if I could die of starvation being a stuffed dolphin. I hoped not.

No one came for me, and I resigned to being stuck like this for the whole holiday. On the upside, I evidently would not die of starvation; I felt no hunger, no thirst, no fatigue. I was decidedly just a stuffed dolphin.

Malfoy kept coming into the room after curfew, each night the same routine. He would talk to himself, play the piano, and leave, not paying me any mind. At first I was frustrated, but then I started to just listen to him talk and play, and found a sort of companion in it. My mind now made of cotton stuffing, I stopped worrying so much and just began to look forward to having Malfoy around.

It was the third night since Christmas break began, the fourth night of my being a stuffed dolphin. Malfoy was standing up to leave. I was a little sad, but was soon elated to find that he was walking towards my wooden bench.

"They forgot you, then?" he said, stroking my snout, or face, I don't know anymore.

I want to lean into the touch, and to be cuddled, which must be a stuffed dolphin thing, because Harry Potter never wants to be touched by Malfoy.

Then he picked me up, and left the room with I the stuffed dolphin tucked under his arm.

This wasn't the first time I went into the Slytherin dungeon, but this was the first time I lie on a pillow in a Slytherin dorm room. Salazar Slytherin was a very biased wizard; while Gryffindor's sleep five lions to a den, Slytherin's snakes have a room with en-suite bathroom each. I think Harry Potter would have been enraged at the unfairness of it all, but I the stuffed dolphin only decided that this is a very nice room.

To my side is a teddy bear, which Harry Potter would have laughed at; the idea of Malfoy sleeping with stuffed animals. But I am a stuffed dolphin sitting on Malfoy's bed next to his teddy bear, so I only feel... Hurm... Stuffed.

Wait. Wait! I am not a stuffed dolphin! I am Harry Potter, and I am slowly fading away! Help! Someone, anyone, HELP!

Malfoy returned into the room then. I screamed at him again, begging for mercy. But he still cannot hear me. He is talking to the teddy bear.

"You wouldn't happen to know this fish, would you?" he made the teddy bear look at me.

I'm a dolphin, Malfoy, and dolphins are mammals.

No. I mean, I'm a human being! Fuck!

"Her owner had left her in our hideout. I think they left for Christmas break. You don't mind having her around, do you?"

This was just great. Malfoy have decided that I am a female stuffed dolphin, and he only talks to the teddy bear. It isn't even a real person. I am a person. I'm your bloody arch-nemesis. It's me!

Christmas break had never felt this long. I guess it's because I usually have fun during it, even when I spend them at school. This time, it seemed I would spend it in Malfoy's room. Wrong on so many levels, except when I'm just a stuffed dolphin.

Malfoy still went to play piano at night, leaving me in his room. I can't say I miss hearing his off-key performances, at least now I spend most of the day watching Malfoy in his element. Hopefully I'll find out something embarrassing about him. I must keep thinking like this lest I fade away into oblivion.

I am Harry Potter, and Malfoy is the enemy.

My enemy sometimes talk to his teddy bear. I learned that it was a token of remembrance from a former lover. At least, I think it's a lover. At any rate, the previous owner had been very dear to him. He doesn't cuddle it in his sleep; it was simply the shadow of a companion long gone. I gradually felt pity for my enemy.

Sometimes, he would stroke the teddy bear, rearranging its fibres. He would stroke me, too, and if I could, I would bite him, or just purr. It's a stuffed dolphin thing.

I was resigning to the holiday being uneventful like this all through, but I was wrong.

It was halfway through Christmas break, and my enemy was currently lying on his stomach in bed, doing homework. I would kick and scream, realising I'm facing detention for not doing mine, but of course I could not.

Another Slytherin entered the room. I remember his name to be Theodore Nott.

"Hey, Draco." Nott greeted good-naturedly.

I thought briefly that I saw it wrong, but Malfoy did freeze when Nott had let himself in.

"What is it? I'm busy," Malfoy told him, his tone dismissing.

What happened next happened very quickly.

Author's Notes

I just typed this one up as I go. The last time I did that, I fell off my dinosaur. Hence the randomness of it all. Well, I just hope I manage to keep things under control.