Abigail Fox backed away from the table. "I'm not doing this." She said firmly. The Slytherin boy standing across from her smirked. "Oh, but I think you are." Abigail glanced down at the table, well aware that she was probably blanching. "The very thought of this makes me sick. I'm really wondering why I even agreed to come in here with you of all people in the first place." She snapped quietly, hoping nobody could hear them. If professor Snape caught them in his classroom after hours, they'd be dead. And even worse, this boy wanted her to do something she wouldn't ever do in a million years.

"Come on, Fox. It'll all be over in a few minutes." The boy pressed, his tone growing forceful. "Like I'd ever trust you, Malfoy! And besides, you know all too well Neville is my friend. Why you even asked me is baffling." Abigail responded, jabbing him with a finger. He snorted. "You're much too sentimental to be a Ravenclaw. How did you even make it into this house? You should be a Hufflepuff." Abigail sighed at this, annoyed. "Listen, Draco, if you think saying I should be a Hufflepuff is offensive, it's not. Some of my friends are Hufflepuffs. All houses are the same to me." She said. "Yeah, except for one." Draco responded smugly. Abigail rubbed her forehead. "Draco, if you don't st--"

"If I don't stop what, Fox? Trying to talk you into this? I'm not hoping to convince you to of this, Abigail, I'm trying to scare you into doing it wether you like it or not." Draco chuckled. Abigail again glanced at the table. "You just called me by my first name. How unusual." She started, hoping to distract him. "Yes, I did. Now take this and do as I say, or else!" He said, picking up the dreaded object that was on the table and shoving it towards her. "Draco!" She yelped, jumping back. Draco laughed. "And what in the world is this 'or else' you speak of?" Abigail added. "Or else I'll do it myself...to all your friends, and you!" Draco laughed sinisterly. Abigail felt a stone drop in her stomach as she thought of Luna, Ron, Harry, Hermoine, and everyone else. He couldn't possibly do this to all of them, could he?

"Never in a million years would I sneak the essence of a dead dragon's eye into my friend's drink. And you could have at least brought a bottle of it instead of the actual eyeball!" She snapped. Draco sniggered as he tossed the rotten, squishy eyeball from hand to hand. "I wouldn't think so. It tastes awful, and would probably make one horribly ill." He paused. "And if I'd brought it in a bottle, I wouldn't have gotten to see your face when I did this!" He shoved it towards her again, leaning over the table and jiggling it vigorously. Abigail scampered to the other side of the room, scowling. "I'm not gonna squeeze that absolutely putrid thing into Neville's drink in the great hall. And I don't care what you do. I'll warn my friends of what you're up to." She said stiffly. Draco laughed. "Oh you will, huh? We'll see what happens."

Abigail huffed and briskly left the room. Stupid boy. Thought he could talk me into doing something like that.

*Next day*

Abigail nearly ran into Neville Longbottom as he came barreling down the hall towards her. "Abigail!" He exclaimed, pale-faced. Abigail caught her balance and faced him. "What is it, Neville?" Neville took several deep breaths. "You're not going to like this. Promise me you won't go mental." He said. Abigail raised a brow. "Urm, okay?" Neville winced. "Uuh... I heard someone say a Slytherin filled every cup on the Ravenclaw table in the great hall with crushed dragon's eyes." He said, as if he expected an explosion right after. "Arrgh! Malfoy! I'm going to get him for this!" Abigail fumed, pushing past Neville as walking briskly down the corridor. She wasn't going to let Draco get away with this.