'Oh, christ ....'
Draco exhaled as he took in the new scene. Judging by the look on Potter's face, whatever he had expected to do with that spell - it definitely wasn't this. For once in his life, Draco was grateful for something that Harry had done.
Okay, so the whole "saving-his-life" thing back with the fire was alright, but then, anyone could fly a broom, couldn't they? it was just Potter's good timing that made it look good. And yeah, they were still enemies - but then ... well, this did feel good.
More than good, in fact. That uncomfortable, rigid sensation had not lasted very long at all - a minute or two at the most - and it had died down extremely quickly. It was strange sensation that, possibly, Draco could even come to enjoy if it ever happened again. And he had to admit, while it was just a little bit painful, maybe ... well, if these were the benefits that he could reap from just a small inconvenience like that ...
Draco gave a short laugh as the two Gryffindors still stood before him. He raised his arm and brushed his hand through his hair, accidentally scraping his knuckles across the ceiling of the corridor.
'Ouch! Ooh, uhm, wow -' he lowered his head a fraction and looked up at the ceiling, then back down to Harry and Ron; 'Better watch out, boys - not a lot of headroom in this place!'
He chuckled and stood up to his full height again, feeling a few hairs on the very top of his head brush the cold stone ceiling. He raised his arms up and pushed against both sides of the hallway, unable to extend them fully. He pushed harder still and felt his defined muscles tense over his chest and abs, saw his triceps rise impressively.
He looked down past the black boxers - though it was unusual to be nearly naked in a corridor at Hogwarts, with a body as fantastic as his now was, he was not ashamed to show it off - and saw his long feet scrunched up, forcing themselves against flagstones. Slowly, he lifted his right foot up, curling and uncurling his toes so that the bones in his slim, manly foot rose against the skin, and then forcefully stamped it back down. The minor answering rumble sent a shiver down his spine, as small flecks of dust and chalk fell from the ceiling above them.
'Woah-ho, boys! Did you feel that?' Draco put his hands on his waist and looked directly at Harry and Ron, still flexing his feet and subtly tensing his muscles. 'If that's the rumble we get now, can you imagine the damage you'd cause if another of Potter's silly spells backfired?'
Draco half-chuckled at the still silent boys, enjoying every minute of their complete horror an confusing.
Then suddenly, he stopped laughing.
... another of Potter's spells ... he'd never thought of using one of the small, unimportant spells like these ... and if this was a spur of the moment thing that went wrong, imagine what you could do if you tried to do it right ...
Harry finally freed himself from staring to grab Ron while the giant Malfoy laughed. He tried to apologise, to explain - but all that came out were croaks. Ron shook his head, silently communicating that it would be hypocritical to judge Harry's poor spell-casting. They both seemed to relax and turned to join in with the new Malfoy's laughter. But this small moment of relief was extinguished when they saw a thought dawn on Draco, and he fixed them with a mischievous smile.
Draco ...