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Chapter 3: Ginny's Revenge

Ginny was ready for revenge. Who did Fred and George think they were, pranking her like that? Did they think she was just going to sit down and take it? Absolutely not! She wasn't their younger sister for nothing; you couldn't not pick up an instinct for mischief growing up around them. She laughed inwardly. Ha! They had no idea what was coming to them.

"What are you thinking Ginny?" asked her boyfriend Harry Potter. She grinned evilly.

"Oh, just some ways to get back at my infuriating brothers," she said.

Harry chuckled understandingly, "I should have known."

Ginny grinned.

"So what do you think?" she asked, showing the product she was thinking of using to get back at Fred and George.

Harry raised his eyebrows questioningly and Ginny whispered her plan in his ear.

Harry laughed and looked at his girlfriend, impressed.

"You are definitely a Weasley," he said, still chuckling.

Ginny smirked, "Good idea?"

"Definitely," Harry agreed, "Fred and George are going to hate you."

Ginny smiled knowingly and went to purchase the item. She couldn't wait to get her revenge.

That night, she and Harry were the last in the common room again. This time, they really were alone, Fred and George were sleeping soundly in their beds at the moment; Harry had made sure of that.

"Ready?" she asked him. Harry nodded and they climbed the stairs up to the boys' dormitories. Ginny silently opened the door to find her brothers sound asleep in their beds.

"Perfect," she whispered, "okay, Harry, make sure they don't wake up."

"Got it," Harry said as he edged closer to their sleeping forms.

Ginny grinned evilly as she pulled out the clear bottle she had purchased. She took George's hand and started applying the clear nail polish to it.

"Good thing they have Herbology tomorrow," she whispered, smirking.

Harry grinned and nodded as Ginny finished with George and moved around to paint Fred's nails.

When at last she was finished she screwed back on the cap and silently led Harry out of the room.

She fell into bed a few minutes later, laughing quietly to herself. She couldn't wait to see Fred and George's faces in the morning.

When Fred and George woke up the next day they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

George then pulled on his school robes and saw a glint on his thumb nail.

"Do my nails seem shinier to you?" he asked his twin confusedly.

"Hmm," Fred said, examining them; then he looked at his own, "mine do too! I guess we're just awesome that way."

George laughed smirking, "Right-O brother."

Nothing unusual happened that day until the twins went outside to Herbology. They strode into the greenhouse with their usual arrogance, not noticing anything odd until they were greeted with hysterical laughter.

"YOU…NAILS…PINK!" gasped Lee Jordan, rolling with laughter.

"WHAT!" shouted the twins together, both looking down at their nails. Sure enough they were now a bright color of hot pink.

"But…how?" asked George over the noisy laughter of his classmates.

"Ginny," said Fred darkly, catching a flash of red hair as it darted away from the greenhouse, laughing hysterically.

"How?" George repeated, "They weren't like this this morning."

Angelina came over to them to examine their nails through fits of giggles.

"Color changing nail polish!" she gasped as she doubled over in hysterics again.

"What?" asked Fred and George together, confused.

"It's clear normally," Angelina explained, "but when the sunlight touches them they change colors, in your case, hot pink."

She fell over laughing again. Fred and George however, did not look at all amused.

"Ginny," they said again.

"Oh she is going to be sorry," said Fred menacingly. George nodded.

"But first we have to get this awful nail polish off," he said. Unfortunately at that moment Professor Sprout came in and they had to complete Herbology with pink nails. Professor Sprout raised her eyebrows questioningly at them when she saw their nails but didn't say anything.

After class they went to track down Ginny. They found her with Harry in the Gryffindor common room

"Look what you've done!" George cried at her as he shoved his nails under her face.

"I don't see anything," said Ginny raising her eyebrow. The twins' nails had gone back to clear now that they were inside.

George glanced down on them in surprise. Fred did the same.

"Well, they were hot pink," he said accusingly.

"Really?" said Ginny in an indifferent tone, "that's amusing."

George glared at her, "don't you act all innocent on us," he said, "we know you did it!"

Ginny smirked at her older brothers, "got out-pranked did you?"

"That's not the point!" Fred said as Ginny started laughing, "Get it off!"

"Sorry, no can do brother," said Ginny, "it's permanent; at least, it won't come off for a month."

"A month!" shouted George.

"Oh you will pay," said Fred evilly.

"I'm sure I will," said Ginny, "but I told you this was war."