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RuneMaster, Chapter 3"How did you do all that?"
"My secret. We're here to negotiate your capitulation. Do we agree on that?" asked Harry.
Draco huffed and turned his back. It took a few seconds but he whispered a small 'yes', his fists closing tight.
"You should be kind of proud, Draco. You managed to push me far enough to take that kind of measures. Still, you have to be ready to face the Lion when you pull on its tail."
Draco left his back turned to him, silent.
"Easter is coming fast." Harry stated on a conversation tone.
Draco finally turned back to face the Gryffindor.
"What does it have to do with anything?"
"Those who want to can go home for Easter's long weekend. Most don't bother. You will. Before Christmas, I planned on asking you to gather info from your father about Sirius Black. It would be kindda pointless now. Instead, you'll tell him that you proposed a deal to me to end the pranks. That he would drop the charge against Buckbeak if I stopped right now and that you let me no other choice."
"That's it?" Draco asked sceptically. And rightly so.
"Dream on. That's the beginning. You'll stop calling Hermione, or anyone else for the matter, a Mudblood, a blood traitor, a half-breed or anything else that hint about one's parents. You wanna talk to someone? Try using his name for a change. You need to vent? To keep up appearances? Okay. Have a go at me as you used to. But any jab at my parents is forbidden. Oh yeah. That's way off limit. And just because you vent on me doesn't mean I won't bite back if you bark loud enough."
Harry looked at him, waiting for an acknowledgment.
"What else?" sighed Draco.
"That's it. For now at least," concluded Harry.
"That's it?" Repeated Draco, dubious. "No last show? No public humiliation?"
"I'm no Slytherin, even if I can plot a good revenge. I didn't do that for fun. Even if it was. I wanted to make a point. Stop harassing people constantly. You start on what I just told you and that's going to be plenty for me. Deal?"
Draco slowly nodded.
"Well then…" started Harry, taking a deep breath."Look behind your mirror on your bedside. There's a little leather band with a notice-me-not charm on it. We haven't tricked your shampoo this week yet. It's safe to use. You still have two or three explosive quills in your backpack. In the third smallest pocket of that backpack, there is a little piece of wood. That's what's keeping it small. Your inker is the problem for your blank notes pages. Throw it away. There are two more dungbombs in your trunk, one charmed to look like a chewing gum pack."
Draco opened his eyes wider and wider as Harry went on.
"How…"
"I told ya. I won't give away my methods. This is a truce. If you start back on your old detestable behaviour, it'll start all over again. Only this time, I won't hold back."
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