Disclaimer: The character's are JKR's, and the "Things they must not do" are courtesy of the lovely readers who have posted them on the internet.
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"Do you two have any idea what kind of trouble you're in!?" Screamed Professor McGonagall. Harry and Ron were sitting in her office heads bent in shame. But if you could see from the perspective of Mrs. Norris, you would know that they were actually trying their hardest not to laugh. As if she could, Professor McGonagall seemed to only get more annoyed. "Ms. Parkinson was simply trying to get warm after being soaked in the rain, and what happens? She ends up in Turkey! Turkey! Of all the places… AND FURTHER MORE," McGonagall exploded, interrupting a snigger from Ron, "she wasn't expecting it, and got extremely battered on her way through the floo network! Honestly," she breathed, "I don't know what you boys were thinking!"
"Thought it would be funny…" Ron mumbled under his breath, and Harry gave him a swift kick to ensure McGonagall wouldn't catch them talking about it.
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After several lectures, McGonagall finally released them ("Remember, detention, tomorrow night, and every night after this for the ENTIRE week! And NO QUIDDITCH for you, Mr. Potter, do you understand me!?"), to return to the common room where Hermione was undoubtedly waiting for them. As they walked through the halls, the Slytherin's mutters followed them, as well as grins from the rest of the houses.
When they finally reached the common room, Hermione was in their favorite chairs in front of the fire, reading as always. She looked up into their soot covered faces with something very like resigned disapproval. Only if you knew her like Harry and Ron did could you detect the hint of amusement in the brown eyes.
"What did you to do now?" she asked, carefully shutting her book and giving them her full attention.
"Ran across the great hall in our underwear," said Ron seriously, and she rolled her eyes in exasperation. Harry grinned and sat down.
"McGonagall ordered us to stop fighting with Malfoy," Harry explained, and Hermione snickered into her hand, "I know. Stupid of her, really, but anyway, the point is that he still attacks you-"
"-so," Ron interrupted, "we thought we'd do the same to him. We snuck into the Slytherin girl's dorm last night," Hermione's eyes widened in worry, "don't worry, we didn't hurt them, or anything. All we did was find Pansy's dorm and…"
#50 - I will not replace any Slytherin's green eye-shadow with floo powder and then push them through a fireplace shouting "Izenfloobakiddydee!"
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Thanks to everyone who read this chapter! My muse loooooves reveiws, they help her concentrate. I have a good supply of things they shouldn't neccesarily be doing, but if anyone has any ideas, please let me know!!