Prompted by the "Fun Creative Thingamajig" thread on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum.
"I'm telling you, mate, this is the dumbest idea ever."
Harry grinned at his best friend. "You're just saying that because you didn't think of it."
CHARITY DRIVE! COME SLAP THE BOY WHO LIVED! ONLY 11 SICKLES A HIT!
"Oh Ronnie, have you forgotten last year's idea?" George teased his little brother. "The one you did come up with?"
"... All right, it's the second dumbest idea ever. Don't ever say I'm incapable of changing my mind."
At this point, a girl no reader would recognize, due to her being an OC, walked up and dumped a handful of coins in front of them. "That's eleven hundred Sickles precisely."
Ron glanced at Harry. "See, this is what I was talking about. Now she gets to hit you a hundred times!"
"And we've raised that much money. How is this bad?"
One hundred slaps later, Harry's face was bright red. Not from embarrassment, just from being slapped. As the girl walked away with a satisfied look on her face, Harry asked the others, "So why d'you suppose she wanted to slap me so much?"
"Ah, Harry, some people will do anything to get close to fame."
