Quote:“Father?”
“Yes, Draco?” his father asked, setting down the Daily Prophet.
“I have decided to become a dentist,” Draco Malfoy announced. Lucius Malfoy had a look of pure confusion.
“What, pray tell, is a dentist?”
“You remember that mudblood, Granger?”
His father nodded.
“As it turns out, her parents are dentists,” Draco said before pausing for his father’s sudden outburst.
“A pure blooded scion of this noble house? Taking up a muggle occupation? I think not! How could you even consider such a preposterous thing?”
“Hear me out, Father,” Draco said patiently. “I have given this much thought.”
Clearly not pleased, Lucius did allow him to explain.
“Dentists are torture specialists,” Draco said. “They use tools to cause pain and suffering in the mouths of muggles.”
“We have the Cruciatus Curse,” Lucius corrected. “There is no need for any muggle technique.”
“Ah, but the crux of the matter is that muggles voluntarily go to a dentist for this torture,” Draco said. “They actually pay to be tortured.”
“And they enjoy this?”
“No! But they’ve been convinced that it is in their best interest!” Draco said. “Don’t you see father? We’ve been torturing them for years, but we’ve been doing it for free!”
“Merlin’s Blood!” Lucius said numbly as a picture of muggle culture was finally clarified in his mind. “How could we have been so blind? Very well Draco, you have my blessing to become a dentist.”
“Thank you, Father,” Draco said, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
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