After a great day with a GREAT prank, the girls decided to head downstairs with Fred, George, Ron, and Harry to watch people submit their names into the Goblet of Fire for the Triwizard Tournament. As they were walking down, Fred and George talked about the Aging Potion they had stayed up making all night and how annoyed they were by Hermione's "Debby Downer" attitude. At that very moment Hermione then appeared out of nowhere.

"I have already told you it's not going to work!" Hermione nagged.

"We know, SHUT UP!" yelled George.

"You're killing the vibe!" Fred chimed in.

"Haha, vibe-rater." Lydia chuckled under her breath.

"Fine, I'll just go then!'' Hermione cried.

"THANK GOD!" Everyone seemed to say this in unison. After a little more walking they had finally arrived. When they walked in they saw the big muscled Viktor Krum. Lydia, Sarah, and Jackie seemed to drool simultaneously at the sight of him.

"Honestly? I'm standing right here, Lydia." Ron said snapping Lydia out of her daze.

"Oh, sorry," Lydia seemed to say shortly stilling daydreaming.

"I'm so happy, I can look with NO guilt," Jackie smiled while Fred seemed to be offended.

"I know right," Sarah agreed getting the same kind of look from Harry. The Triwizard Tournament seemed to attract another attractive male, Cedric Diggory, and also one of the French sluts, Fleur. Ron seemed to look (stare actually) when she had walked in, Lydia had then proceeded to grab Ron's face and snog him to death.

"Bloody hell," Ron blushed.

"THAT'S RIGHT I KNOW HOW TO PLEASE MY MAN, YOU FRENCH SLUT!" Lydia yelled at Fleur. Fleur looked back, confused, wondering if Lydia had been talking to her.

"Lydia stop!" Ron grabbed her and flipped her around. It looked like she was in a big girl time-out but she seemed to take it.

"Okay, ready Fred?" George asked.

"Ready, George!" Fred and George then began their little Aging Potion act. They seemed to get everyone really excited except for Hermione of course. Like expected though, Fred and George's plan did not work out, giving them grayed hair and beards. Jackie seemed to find Fred really attractive at that point (she's a creeper like that). George and Fred then started fighting and everyone seemed to cheer them on. Again, Jackie being a creeper found Fred's wrestling around very attractive.

"Dang, why don't you and Ron wrestle around like that?" Sarah asked Harry. Ron seemed to be thoroughly creeped out.

"Why are you so sexually oriented?" Harry asked Sarah. Sarah just looked at him and winked. Fred and George had then finished fighting and their grayed hair had turned back to red. Jackie just seemed to look at Fred in a completely different light at that point. Harry and Sarah also seemed to click more when Sarah had mentioned her sexual obsession. And obviously Lydia and Ron had been doing alright! They were truly meant to be. They had walked up stairs and coupled with each other to hang out in the Common Room.

"Fred, George we have to tell you something," Jackie started.

"What," they asked.

"Well when you guys crossed the aging line and put names in the Goblet we snuck in two more names," Lydia finished.

"You guys had us put your names in the Goblet?" George asked.

"No. Better. But it's a surprise; we're hoping those names get called for the Triwizard Tournament, you'll have to wait," Sarah said with a HUGE grin on her face. There was clearly no stop to the girls' treachery. They had literally watched at least a dozen 17-year-old boys cry, as they had hooted and hollered at them things like "HE'S GONNA DIE SO HARD!" and "THERE'S NO WAY HE'LL WIN ETERNAL GLORY, HE'S AN ETERNAL PUSSY!". They arrived at the Common Room, and sat down on the couches in front of the fire. This lasted for about 5 minutes until boredom crept up on them.

"We should play… banana." Jackie suggested.

"No." Sarah rejected.

"We should play… apple." Jackie suggested, again.

"Jackie, those aren't games, those are fruits." Lydia said, hoping she wouldn't suggest another fruit.

"WATERMELOOOOON." Jackie yelled, jumping up and waving her arms to-and-fro. Lydia cast the Jelly Legs curse on her. She fell to the floor.

"NO FAIR, MY LEGS ARE JELLY!" she yelled.

"Hey, shut up down there, some of us are trying to sleep!" Jackie earned a yell from Lavender Brown.

"Don't make me army crawl up there, Brown, I will mop the floor with your ass!" Jackie threatened. Lavender did not yell back. She wasn't entirely aware that Jackie was about as harmless as a…wrackspurt. "Why are my legs still jelly! Make it stop!"

"Unjellify." Lydia pointed her wand at Jackie, while performing the actual counter-curse under her breath, fooling Jackie into thinking the counter-curse was 'unjellify'. Jackie plopped herself back onto the couch. Sarah, being too lazy to stand up and walk over to a clock, pulled out her wand, and said,

"Accio clock." and a small clock flew down, fast, from the boys' room. There were also sounds of things falling coming from the dorm, and confused male voices. She glanced at the clock face, and her eyes widened. "Since when is it almost 10?"

"Since we sat there making fun of people for the better part of 4 hours, I suppose," yawned Lydia, "but I'm not even tired, so let's go do somethin' crazy. SARAH, WAKE THE BOYS!"

And so she ran up to their room, and a minute or two later, came down, followed by the very grumpy Harry, Ron, Fred, and George, and they just kinda left Hermione because she would've just ratted them out, and she sucks anyway. They all, simultaneously, plopped onto the floor, already missing their beds.

"Whah ah we uhp aguhn?" asked George, whose face was flattened against the floor.

The girls looked at each other, nodded, and then formed a huddle. The boys all groaned.

"Okay, we're up, they're up, what're we doing?" asked Sarah, in hushed tones.

"I have no idea, let's wing it. OUR way." Jackie suggested. "I'll start: Let's."

Next was Sarah. "Go."

Then Lydia. "CLIIIIIMB."

"the…"

"…..WHOMPING."

"WILLOOOOOOOW!" the girls finished in a loud whisper. At that, they uttered a "Break!" and turned to look at the boys, who had gone back to sleep on top of each other on the floor. Lydia promptly kicked the pile. Grumpy 'OW's left the pile.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaad." moaned Ron.

"We're going on an adventure. Harry, fetch your invisibility cloak, s'il vous plait!" said Lydia.

Harry did so, begrudgingly, and they made their way out to the infamous plant. The cloak was really only big enough to cover 3 people, at best, and they had 8, so it really only covered their top halves, making it look like there were disembodied legs roaming about the castle. Luckily, they passed nobody. There were 8 people, as opposed to 7, because Oliver Wood somehow tagged along without even attending the school anymore. When the Whomping Willow came into their sight, the boys started to ask questions.

"So-uh…what is it that we're doing out here at 11 bloody o'clock?" inquired Fred. The girls decided it was best not to disclose their intentions before actually getting to the willow.

They walked up to the Whomping Willow as close as they could without getting, well, whomped.

"So, Jackie, Lydia and I will all give a Galleon to whoever can climb it first! Go!" the boys stared at them with bewildered faces. Well, except for Oliver, for some reason.

"Are you mental!" Harry inquired. He OBVIOUSLY wasn't going to do it, since he was loaded enough to buy Dumbledore's beard right off him.

"Yup, I'll do it. I'd probably do it for one Galleon." said a possibly-inebriated Oliver. Not getting into his finishing school of choice probably took some sort of toll on his sobriety. By the way, the girls didn't actually have any money.

He stumbled into the boundaries of the tree, and skillfully avoided (most of) the branches that swung at him and tried to trip him up. One of the thicker branches swung under his legs and made him lose footing and fall onto his face, and some of the club-like branches started to beat on his back. He found his way back to his feet, somehow, and got to the trunk of the tree. With all his drunken strength, he shimmied his way up the tree, miraculously managing to dodge branches that were attempting to impale him. The boys stared in horror, while the girls clapped and encouraged him to go further.

"This is for you Sarah, you so sexy," Oliver slurred, stumbling (if stumbling with your hands was an actual possibility) further up the tree.

"GROSS! She's 14 you pedophile!" Lydia exclaimed, clearly disgusted at the above-legal-age wizard.

". . .But keep going you scummy creep!" Jackie chimed in, waiting patiently (not) for Oliver to take his tumble. She got her wish when a phantom branch came out of nowhere and knocked Oliver straight in the gut. The group watched in awe as he soared ten feet higher than the tree, and then proceeded to fall quite un-gracefully to the soft (not) ground. The force of the impact had knocked the wind out of him, as it goes to say. The girls were also having trouble breathing, but it was because they were doubled over in laughter.

"Good thing he was drunk, that would have hurt a lot more if he was sober!" Lydia remarked, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, but he's gonna feel it twice as hard tomorrow!" Sarah snickered, only mildly creeped out by Oliver's previous comment.

"I can't believe you encouraged him to keep going. He could have gotten seriously hurt!" Hermione said in her stupid know-it-all voice.

"Who said you could come, Herman? Only cool kids are allowed on the grounds after curfew. You read enough rule books, you should know that!" Jackie scoffs at Hermione, sending the entire group (minus that night troll Hermione) into a fit of giggles.

"You know, she's completely right Hermione. Why don't you just go back to crying yourself to sleep?" Fred suggests. Jackie looks at him like he just told her that she was the most awesome person to ever be born and that he was taking her to Disney world for an entire month. Hermione, on the other hand, makes an ugly crying face and runs back to the castle.

"That was easy, well done Jackie and Fred! I commend you!" Sarah commends Jackie and Fred.

"I can't feel my face," Oliver wheezes from the ground.

"Maybe you shouldn't have listened to our stupid advice, Tiny Wood," Lydia suggests in a somewhat (extremely) sarcastic tone. Oliver continues to stare up at Lydia stupidly.

"Guys, maybe we should get him inside and disregard his idiocy, at least for now. I would hate for such beautiful eyebrows to go to waste if he dies of hypothermia out here." Sarah says shallowly (though it was clearly meant as a joke. Come on, guys, she's not that much of a heartless bitch!).

"Yeah. Hey boyfriend! Ginger twins! Wanna help a brotha out?" Lydia asks loudly.

"Who do you think you are, Lydia? Dean Thomas?" Sarah says quickly before the boys could respond. This causes the group to nervously laugh, not wanting to be caught laughing at a clearly racist black joke about one of their friends.

"Guys, no one is around, it's OKAY to laugh!" Jackie points out. After this, everyone proceeds to laugh at a non-awkward volume, cheerily making their way (well, everyone except the Weasley boys who had to carry a drunk and smelly Oliver Wood under a tiny cloak of invisibility) back up to the common room.

For the first time in Hogwarts history, the girls did not get in any sort of trouble for their ill thought out and mostly dangerous shenanigans.

"Heywhere'smygalleonssss" Oliver slurred, partially from the alcohol and partially from the probable concussion he was sporting.

"Yeah, uh, we don't got no galleons, but. . .uh. . .you can have a kiss from Sarah!" Lydia offered up.

"What?" Harry exclaimed, a little upset. Everyone turned to look at him, as he was the only person who had an opinion about this arrangement. Harry blushed, "Uh. . .I mean. . .I don't care. Sarah can kiss whoever she wants."

"Okay then. . ." Sarah shrugs, making her way to Oliver. Just as she bent down to kiss him, she was interrupted.

"WAIT!" Harry exclaims again, pulling Sarah away from the couch that Oliver was splayed across and into Harry's arms. "You can't kiss him, because I like you!" He informs Sarah. She breaks out into a goofy grin, pulling Harry in by the back of his neck to smooch him.

"Well this was an odd turn of events." Jackie states what the entire room was thinking. "Oh shit, now I'm the only bitch with no one to kiss. Hey Fred, come here and kiss me!" Fred looks like a deer in headlights at this point. "DID I F-IN STUTTER?" Jackie yells, quite scarily.

"No ma'am!" Fred replies quickly, clearly traumatized a little bit, before sweeping Jackie into his arms and dipping her down for an über romantic kiss. Lydia goes 'aww', and then, realizing that she is the only one of her friends NOT doing something adorable, turns to Ron and dips him in the same way that Fred did to Jackie, kissing him (not as romantically, because Ron was mid-yelp when Lydia started to kiss him, and it sort of looked like he was eating her mouth for a second there). After the three couples stopped their epic snog-fest, they came to realize that all of the lame singles, minus Oliver who was unfortunately stuck on the couch and snoring loudly, not that they really cared because they were all stuck in a love-bubble.

"OHMIGOD guys do you know what this means?" Jackie exclaims suddenly.

"OHMIGODWHUT?" Lydia and Sarah guess simultaneously.

"This totally means we get to go on triple date with romantic broomstick rides!" Jackie says excitedly, jumping up and down and clapping.

"THAT'S ALL I WANT TO DO IN LIFE!" Sarah shouts.

"I LOVE HAVING BOYFRIENDS!" Lydia screams as the girls all meet up to group hug. Their boyfriends all look at each other in horror and amusement.

That night the girls go off to bed with smiles on their faces, dreaming of future romantic dates that include picnics on the quidditch pitch and riding off into the moonlight with their boy toys and best friends at their sides.