AN: I do not own this chapter at all, a very good friend of mine has let me expand on one of her stories and fill it out and so this is how she began it. All credit to this chapter belongs to clumsydolphin! Chapter two is my own creation though so please keep reading! -Bree!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that honor belongs to J.K Rowling!
Chapter One
"Frederick Gideon Weasley I've had it!" Hermione yelled at Fred as she walked through the door to his office. "Potions is a difficult enough subject to teach without all your little groupies trying to outdo you! Today alone I've had to clean spilled potion, cure a mixture of jinxes including one poor boy who had grown a third arm that refused to remove it's finger from his nose! It's got to stop and you have to figure out a way to make it stop!"
Fred tried hard not to laugh but failed. "Come on 'Mione, you have to admit that last one is funny."
"It isn't! The boy has Amychophobia! He had such a meltdown that he had to be escorted to the Hospital Wing!" Hermione explained huffily.
"Amy who?" He asked confused.
"Amychophobia is a fear of being scratched. Seriously, isn't all the chaos making it difficult for you to teach at all?" Hermione asked him.
"Well, it has caused a fair few accidents but I hoped it would die down after a few detentions, although that never did discourage me and George. Okay, I get it. I'll try to think of something." Fred cajoled and worried that the chaos of the prank wars were going to interfere in the plans he'd been carefully following the past month since school started. He was carefully wooing Hermione and it was a delicate process that had to be handled with care.
By dinner that evening Fred believed he had come up with a solution but he needed to run it by Minerva first. At the head table he took a seat beside her and the two were seen gesturing back and forth and had seemed to come to an agreement when the Charms teacher just nodded his head and rose to his feet.
"Attention everyone…..Hey!" He hollered trying to get the students attention. "A matter was brought to my attention this afternoon and it must be addressed. Apparently the pranking bedlam didn't begin until I came to teach, so I have an offer! The first person that can accomplish a prank on me without me catching on will be able to invent one prank item with my tutelage and it will be sold in Weasley's Wizarding Wheeze's with the full profit of THAT item going to its creator."
This caused quite a reaction in the students. Immediately they began making plans amongst themselves. A lot of whispering and high fiving commenced with each student believing themselves the winner of the prize.
"There are ground rules to this challenge. First, the prank cannot affect anyone but me. Second, and the Headmistress is firm on this, the planning and attempt of the prank can't interfere with the student's education. This means that if your grades drop during the contest you are eliminated, if your attempt causes problems for other student's grades then you are eliminated. If your prank isn't planned out well enough that someone else doesn't accidentally get pranked again you are eliminated. Any questions?" Fred asked at the end of his challenge.
"Is there a time limit?" one student yelled out.
"Yes, because if you can't pull off a decent prank in one month's time, then honestly you shouldn't even bother. So, you have one month to impress me and I don't mean to brag but I'm next to impossible to prank growing up as I did with George Weasley as my twin brother!" Fred took a seat next to Hermione after his announcement.
She smiled her thanks to him. "Fred, I think that is the sweetest thing you have done in a very long time. This is going to mean so much to whichever little troublemaker in training wins. I don't personally approve of such pranks, mind, but to those who you've inspired it will mean everything especially the bit about the money!" She said and then reached up and kissed his cheek before walking out of the Great Hall to begin her lesson plans for next month.