IRC-Galleria

"Oh God no," he moaned, looking at the Howler next to his plate. "My dad must have seen The Daily Prophet." Amidst sympathetic looks from the nearby Gryffindors, Draco picked up the envelope with shaking hands and tore it open.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!!" Lucius Malfoy's amplified voice was again heard echoing through the Great Hall. "WHAT THE BLEEDING HELL ARE YOU DOING ON THE FRONT OF THE PAPER AGAIN??? I DISTINCTLY TOLD YOU THAT NEVER TO LET HARRY POTTER SHAG YOU SILLY AGAI...wait..."

Lucius Malfoy's voice suddenly dropped significantly in volume but did not stop talking.

"....what's that, Cissa? Draco was the one who shagged the Potter Boy silly this time?...he what?...a diva?...bloody hell, that is funny. What? Oh, right, right...the Howler."

Lucius' voice cleared its throat, then continued.

"WELL, I GUESS CONGRATULATIONS ARE IN ORDER THEN, DRACO. WELL DONE, WELL DONE. ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU. YOU ARE A CREDIT TO THE MALFOY NAME. LIKE FATHER LIKE SON, EH? THOUGH I NEVER SHAGGED JAMES POTTER SILLY, MIND YOU, I JUST SHAGGED HIM TO THE...UH, I SHOOK HIM! NOT SHAGGED, SHOOK! THAT'S RIGHT. SHOOK HIM. BACK AND FORTH AND IN AND - MERLIN, I'VE GOT TO GO."

And with that, the Howler burst into flames.