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Summary: A transfer student enters the picture. Pay attention kids, because you'll see more of her and for good reason. Hermione and Ron look like the Giant Squid and Colin takes pictures. Ron uses the Drooling Veela Stare and Harry talks with his mouth full. Read on in order for this to make any sense at all.

Pranking for Potter

Chapter 6: Warning: May Cause Hair Loss

Immaculata Perez.

Those two words are synonymous with pure evil. She's a transfer student from El Sombrero Puntiagudo Academia de Magico and I absolutely cannot stand her.

She's a fifth year. Ravenclaw. And she wants to sink her claws into the most popular boy in school. The Boy Who Lived.

The Boy Who Saved My Life.

The Boy Who Thankfully Cannot Speak Spanish.

And the worst part is that Immaculata (Immy-which is a horrid nickname) has attached herself to me. Following me all around the castle. "Ay de mi, Ginny," she whines in a revoltingly nasal voice. "I simply do not know what to do! Harry Potter does not know I exist."

That is blatantly untrue. Harry does know who Immy is. I, in fact, pointed her out to him.

"Harry," I said at lunch one day, "See that girl at the Ravenclaw table? The one with the long dark hair and the blue eyes?"

"Yes," said Ron immediately with what I like to call the Drooling Veela Stare.

Hermione elbowed him. I didn't envy him-Hermione has very sharp elbows.

"Ron," I chided, "I was talking to Harry. Now go finish your food and then you and Hermione can go find yourself a corner or something to...play in. Okay?"

Hermione shot me a deathly glare. The daggers in her eyes are nearly as sharp as her elbows.

"C'mon Ron," she said, standing up and pulling her boyfriend with her. "I reckon we can find something to do alone."

"Anyway," I turned to Harry. "Watch out for her."

"Why?" he asked, taking a bite of sausage.

He's so cute when he talks with his mouth full!

"I heard she got kicked out of her last school for brewing illegal love potions. Seems she was trying to get Julio Fernandez to take her to some ball or other."

"Julio Fernandez?" Harry's eyes opened wide. His beautiful, sparkling green eyes. "You mean-"

"Ricardo Fernandez's son," I nodded. "Apparently being the son of an internationally famous Quidditch star is all it takes to attract Immaculata Perez."

"And this has what to do with me?" Harry continued to eat. Honestly, what does it take to make a boy stop eating?

"Well, have you ever heard of Mark Jackson?"

"Isn't he that singer?" Harry wondered.

"Yup. Another love potion."

"Okay, but what the hell does that have to do with me, Ginny?" He was still eating at this point.

"Think about it Harry," I ordered, inwardly marveling at his large appetite, " Immy goes for famous guys."

"So?" he asked through a mouth full of eggs.

"Harry, you're the Chosen One!" I exclaimed! "You're going to rid the world of Voldemort! Even Victor Krum admits you're an amazing flyer. The Wizarding World looks to you as their hero. You're the Triwizard Champion. You saved the Philosopher's Stone, defeated Riddle, battled dementors and fought Death Eaters at the Ministry! So excuse me for being worried that Immaculata Perez the Loca might target you!"

"Oh." Harry sat there for a moment before taking another bite of sausage. "Right then. Well, you don't have to worry about me. I can throw off the Imperious Curse, remember? I think I can handle a love potion."

"But Harry," I said, thinking fast, "Immaculata's potions tend to have side effects..."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Er...If you fight the potion, your hair falls out!" I declared triumphantly.

Harry's hands flew to his mussed black hair.

Merlin, I love his hair.

So now Harry thinks Immaculata is some sort of crazy, mad, obsessed, psycho stalker who attempts to force feed celebrities love potions.

Okay! I know! I'm a horrible person to do that, but all is fair in love and war, right?

Right?

Hermione agrees with me. Apparently she knows about my undying love for Harry Potter and supposedly has a way of helping me win him over.

"Ginny," she told me on the way to the Dungeon of Support Group Hell, "You're going about this all wrong."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. "Going about what all wrong?"

"Getting Harry," she replied simply.

I gasped. "I don't like Harry!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And I don't like Ron."

"Really?" I said sarcastically, "Because it didn't exactly look like you disliked him in the Common Room last night the way you were attached to his face. The shadow you two made looked like the Giant Squid. Your arms and legs flailing all over the place like tentacles. I even saw a first year taking notes, although I certainly wouldn't recommend your technique to anyone-a bit too sloppy. Colin Creevy was highly amused as well. He even took pictures."

"Enough stalling, Ginny." A faint blush was creeping up Hermione's cheeks. "You know you like-Wait a minute. Colin took pictures?"

"That's beside the point, Hermione," I grinned.

"But what if someone sees them?!"

"Hermione, everyone saw you last night."

"But p-pictures!" she stammered.

"Don't worry about it. I'll convince Colin to destroy them." Hermione is such a prude...except when it comes to Ron.

"And how are you going to do that?" she demanded. "You know how Colin is about his camera. When something happens, he pulls it out first, then his wand."

"I have my ways," I answered, recalling how good-looking Colin has gotten.

Not that I've forgotten about Harry. I just need a diversion.

"Uh-oh. I know that look."

"What look?" I immediately assumed my 'I'm An Angelic, Innocent Witch' face.' "This look?"

"No," Hermione eyed me sternly, "the look that was in your eyes a moment ago."

I continued to look cute and innocent.

"You wouldn't!" This time she eyed me suspiciously.

"Once again, I have no clue what you are talking about." I calmly continued down the corridor.

"You would!" Hermione grabbed my arm.

"Would what?" I asked, walking faster.

"Seduce Colin to get him to destroy those pictures!" Hermione shrieked. Her shrieking may well be sharper than her the daggers in her eyes and elbows combined.

"And what if I am planning it? You snogged Krum and Ron who snogged Lavender who's friends with Cho who snogged Cedric and Harry who most certainly has not snogged me!!! Seems like I'm the only one not getting any action.

"If you don't consider Corner, Thomas and Malfoy," here Hermione shuddered slightly, "enough action, I highly suggest you have a talk with Madame Pomfrey about your uncontrollable hormones."

"Uncontrollable hormones? Me?! Need I remind you what started this discussion about my uncontrollable hormones?!" I yelled, nearly running into a suit of armour.

"Ginny, don't get upset, but there is a difference between me and you," Hermione tried to calm me down while simultaneously preventing me from a head-on collision.

"Yeah. I'm not a bloody annoying bookwormy know- it- all!" So maybe it was a bit harsh, especially considering she had just saved me from a trip to the hospital wing (where Hermione probably would have engaged Madame Pomfrey in a discussion about adolescent behaviour), but it's not like she's never been called a know-it-all before.

Hermione blinked, not looking the least bit hurt. "Considering the...state... that you're in, I'll overlook that last statement."

"Oh, how can I ever thank you!" I exulted, with less sarcasm than I would have if Hermione hadn't just saved me from the armour, which, I admitted to myself, was likely quite heavy.

"What I mean," Hermione continued, "is that I am in a committed relationship. You on the other hand, are, well...not."

"Thanks for reminding me,"

"It's fine for me to kiss Ron. He's my boyfriend. But you, you just jump from one guy to another. You don't care about an actual relationship. You're not shy around men but when it comes to the one guy you really like, you can't be straightforward with him. You lead guys on but you can't admit your true feelings to someone you truly care about."

"Damn. We're back to Harry already." I turned the corner.

"Ha! So you do like him!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Of course I do. You know I do." No use hiding anything from the Queen of Know-It-Alls.

"Well you need to tell him." She said it gently, in an annoying 'I'm a Woman of the World, listen to me' voice.

"Oh sure," I said. "I'm just going to say 'Hi Harry! Look, I know the fate of the Wizarding world is in your hands and you can get any girl you want, practically, including Moaning Myrtle who's dead and lives in a toilet, and Millicent Bulstrode who may secretly be a man, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm in love with you. Keep in mind that I'm your best friend's overprotected little sister whose older brothers may very will murder you for getting involved with me, that is assuming you even like me, which is highly unlikely seeing how you're way out of my league.' Sure Hermione. That sounds brilliant."

"Oh he likes you," Hermione assured me.

"And he told you this?" I wondered disbelievingly.

"Er, no, not exactly," she admitted. "He doesn't know he likes you yet. But he does like you."

"Well isn't that lovely! So I'm just supposed to sit around on my bum waiting for The Boy Who Doesn't Have A Brain to figure it out?"

"Of course not," Hermione said as we reached the Dungeon of Doom. "But there are ways of getting a man."

"And there are ways of snogging that do not involve emotionally scarring first years, but you don't seem to have discovered them yet."

"Don't worry. You'll get Harry. After all, I am the smartest witch in the year."

A/N: You get it by now, right? Read. Review. Wait patiently for next chapter. Repeat Process. I love you guys!

El Sombrero Puntiagudo Academia de Magico is The Pointed Hat Academy of Magic located in Spain or some other random Spanish-speaking country of your choice.