It's all fun and games 'til...

It all started innocently enough. Draco called Hermione a mudblood AGAIN during the course of a Care of Magical Creatures class, and Ron cursed him. AGAIN. He missed, of course, because what would a day at Hogwarts be without someone mis-cursing someone else at close range. Neville Longbottom got the brunt of the curse, sporting a Fudge-esque lime green bowler hat and singing snippets of showtunes until well after dinner time. Of course, this left Ron feeling very vengeful, Neville quite exhausted from a song that involved high kicks, and Harry stuck somewhere between commiserating with Ron and laughing at Neville.
"We must get him back," Ron said, as if his words were the great answer to world peace. "It's just... we have to get him back."
"He calls me a... that name all the time," Hermione was the opposite of helpful in situations such as these. Ron's face turned red.
"That color of red really clashes with your hair," a random Gryff murmured from the sidelines. Ron turned and glared. Everyone stayed silent and tried to look busy. Dean and Ginny began to discuss the merits of bat bogie hexes, and Seamus studied Lavender's How to Charm with Charms with great interest.
"Ahem..." Harry did a fantastic Umbridge impression. "What were you saying...?"
"Right. Let's get Malfoy back."
"The sun'll come out tomorrow..."
"For... what exactly?"
"Calling Hermione names, you git."
"Bet yer bottom dollar that tomorrow..."
"Right-o. Which is different from usual, because...?"
"It's Malfoy..."
"I'm in."
"Me too."
"Let's do it."
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow..."
"Can we please send Neville to bed first?"