Chapter 9

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In the morning, they had repeated yesterdays actions, going to classes and behaving, well mostly. When it came to dinner, the four girls entered the hall. They caught sight of Harry, Ron and Hermione with Fred and George, who were all sitting at the Gryffindor table, four spare seats across from them.

"Aww, they managed to keep us seats." Stephanie says. They headed towards the table.

Jessica sat across from Fred, Grace sat across from George, Chloe sat across from Ron and Stephanie sat across from Harry with Neville sitting across from Hermione.

The four girls practically slumped into their seats and the others immediately sensed the gloomy atmosphere.

"What's up?" Ron asks, concerned. Their reply came out as grumbles.

"English, please." George laughs.

"Snape gave us into trouble." Grace says from across from him.

"Are you seriously still not over that?" Harry asks, laughing.

"Of course we aren't!" They chide together, glaring at them because they're laughing.

"What did you even do?" George asks, curiously.

"Nothing!" Jessica says with attitude.

"Oh hush, sassmaster." Fred says, but then adds. "Really, what did you do?"

"We were caught talking." Grace says, arms crossed, huffing.

"Is that it?" Fred and George burst into fits of laughter, followed by Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"It's not funny!" Stephanie shouts over their laughs.

"Exactly!" Chloe adds.

Jessica looked up, ready to retort but was cut short as her eyes met with his. Cedric. He smiled at her and she smiled back, looking past Fred to do so.

Grace caught her smiling and elbowed her. "Is that him?"

Brought back to reality, Jessica stutters out, "H-huh?"

"Don't act all innocent. You know what I'm talking about." Grace whispers. When her eyes locked with Cedric's, he immediately went back to talking. Grace grinned. "No need to answer."

"I-I-" Grace laughed at the state her friend was in.

"What did we miss?" George questions her, quizzically. The two girls found that everyone was staring at them, eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Oh nothing." Grace says, laughing one last time.

"That reminds me," Jessica looks around the hall. "where's pugface?"

"I haven't seen her." Stephanie says.

"Me neither, she was gone before us, this morning." Chloe adds.

"Pugface?" George asks the question that's on everyone's mind.

"Parkinson." Grace states, grimacing at the very thought of her.

"That makes sense." Harry says. They share a laugh at the nickname.

"We need to talk to her. She keeps leaving the room a mess." Jessica says, having gave up on looking for her.

"Maybe we should tell her off? Teach her a lesson?" Chloes suggests, the Malfoy in her surfacing.

"Then she won't as much as bitch." Stephanie adds.

"May-" Jessica starts but is immediately cut off by Grace, who has a huge grin on her face.

"Or," She smiles, her hands under her chin. "even better."

"What do you have in mind?" Hermione questions her sister. The group had been tentatively listening.

"We prank her." Grace's grin widened, if that was even possible.

"Personally," George grins. "I like this one."

"Ughhh." Hermione groans. "Don't encourage her."

"All in favour-" Stephanie starts.

"Aye." They all chimed in.

"Well, I think that settles it." Stephanie says, lamely.

"So, what are we going to do to her?" Jessica asks.

"Sorry sis, but leave this to us 3 pranksters." George says.

"We can handle it." Fred adds.

"3?" Chloe questions.

"Don't be stealing our friend!" Stephanie says.

"No, I agree." Jessica states, arms crossed.

"Huh?"

"We should let this one run its course." She replies.

"But-"

"Shhh!" Jessica hushes them, then adds with a smile on her face. "I'll explain later."

The remainder of dinner consisted of Fred, George and Grace talking (mostly about pranks) and the others doing the same. Later, before bed, Grace went to the toilet to brush her teeth and came back to find Stephanie, Chloe and Jessica talking in hushed voices and laughter, while Pansy and the other two were having a conversation while getting into bed. When she was noticed the, their talk immediately stopped and they just stared at her.

"Night." She grumbled, scurrying over to her bed and pulling the covers over her. The others shared glances and then a look that said 'talk in the morning'.

Let's just say that not everyone had a good sleep that night.