A/N: This was inspired by Selenehekat's fic '200 things'. And I don't own HP.

Polishing your wand in the Common Room is acceptable, "polishing your wand" isn't.

Wand-polishing party

Minerva McGonagall had no idea what had gotten into the Weasley twins' heads this time. Of all the things they'd done, they had to do this?

She had woken up with a sneaking suspicion that the two seventh years would be up to something – they always were, after all. But today would be special. She had no idea how much.

Upon arriving at breakfast she noticed her house had been in excited chatter with one another. The boys more so than the girls, who were frowning at the chatter. They were discussing what the boys could possibly be up to.

At lunchtime some of the Gryffindor boys were missing. Notably the Weasley three, Potter and Potter's dormitory mates. She had her suspicions, she always did, that bunch together was never a good thing. Trouble trouble trouble. So much so that she had to repeat the word thrice.

It was after lunch that she found the first flyer. In red and gold, the lettering most likely done by Thomas. It was a very creative flyer, she had to admit, but the information on the flyer sickened her. She couldn't recall if there was anything against the rules, exactly, about it, but surely it was unethical? Immoral? Just plain wrong for a bunch of teenage boys to have a 'wand-polishing party'?

The instructions were that the boys should come in as little clothing as possible, and they were instructed to bring lubricant.

Minerva feared the worst.

That night she stalked up to the Gryffindor Common room, ready to give the entire lot of them detention. How dare they partake in such… frivolous activities? She should call the Weasleys' mother and have her give them a piece of her mind for even thinking of doing something like this! Encouraging the younger years… she shivered.

She spoke the password (the Fat Lady ran away after she allowed McGonagall entrance) and was about to give the boys a piece of her mind when she saw what they were doing.

The entire Gryffindor male population had red faces, their breathing was hard and they were grunting in hardship.

"Fred, this spot won't come off!" George moaned.

"I know! When last did we do this?" His twin asked.

"It must've been years ago." George answered. "Don't you remember? It was so much fun that time!"

"What is going here?" McGonagall demanded, causing everyone to whip around. The boys were clad in pyjamas, holding their wands and a cloth.

"Professor! We are indecent!" Fred hid behind his brother.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"We're polishing our wands, ma'am." Potter said, holding his wand up for her to see. It was incredibly shiny. "One of the girl's jinxed our wands, so they became sticky and dirty… we thought we'd make a fun party out of it!" He smiled, setting the cloth down.

"Ma'am… what were you thinking we were doing?" Fred asked, surfacing behind his brother. He crinkled his nose and his eyes widened. "No! Gross! Ma'am! We are not some sort of… ew!"

McGonagall turned heel, fleeing. There was now way she could face those boys at the present moment. She had assumed differently, thinking the figurative was here important and not the literal.

Who would've thought? It was quite a clever prank.

"Ten points to Gryffindor." She decided, pleased when the points dropped into the hour-glass.

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