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"I hate this," Ron grumbled into his plate of bacon.

"Bacon? I don't think I've ever seen you turn down food, Ronniekins," Fred said, smirking.

"No, not bacon," Ron retorted, "Umbridge's stupid 'Inquisitorial Squad'. They think they own the place." Harry nodded in agreement.

"You just have to ignore them, Ron," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "If you fight back, it's only going to make it worse."

"You know, Hermione, I don't think you're right," George said, dropping his fork. "Malfoy gave us a 'spontaneous frisking' today and confiscated our Extendable Ears and what remained of our Skiving Snackboxes." He frowned. "I, for one, am sick of it."

"No, Hermione, I think it's time we do something about this," Fred added.

"Don't," she warned, glaring up at them.

"What are you going to do? Give us detention?" George taunted.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and her mouth tightened. "If I have to, yes." They couldn't be sure, but it seemed like it pained her to say it.

Fred sighed. "What if we get them really good? Will you let us slide?" He clasped his hands together and pouted.

The corners of Hermione's lips tilted upward, but she tried very hard not to smile. "Do you have something in mind?" Ron asked, looking thrilled.

George glanced over his shoulder at the Slytherin table. He looked just in time to see Crabbe actually setting fire to the stolen Extendable Ears – sending his pants ablaze as well. Fred grinned. "We may not have to do anything if Crabbe continues to be as stupid as he is."

"It's none of your business, Ronald," George snapped. "But, believe me, you'll know if we decide on anything."

"Come on, George," Fred said, grabbing his bag. "Potions." They waved and left the Great Hall swiftly.

The time between breakfast and dinner passed quickly and without any unusual events. Naturally, Umbridge had given the twins two detentions each, but the process was so mundane and routine, it hardly bothered either of them anymore.

"Evening, boys," Fred said, seating himself in front of his golden plate.

"And girl," George added, feigning politeness.

"Malfoy give you any trouble today?" Fred asked the trio indifferently.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'? Just making conversation," George said, stabbing a piece of ham and placing it on his plate.

"Did you do any – " Hermione started, but she was interrupted. Draco Malfoy had just walked up to the Gryffindor table, flanked by his loyal livestock, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Who do you think you are?" he barked angrily at Harry. For some reason, he was intentionally concealing his teeth with his lips while he spoke. He oddly reminded of them of an old man without any teeth.

"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Harry retorted, spinning around in his seat.

"What do you think you're playing at? Do you know who you're dealing with, Potter?" Malfoy raged as Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles. But, in his growing anger, he accidentally revealed his teeth. Aware of this, he automatically covered his mouth with his hand, but not before the lot of them saw what he so desperately tried to hide. From what they could tell, his teeth had been turned completely black.

"Malfoy, what's that on your teeth?" Hermione asked, giggling.

"None of your business, mudblood," he growled from behind his hand.

"Well, Draco, I may be muggle-born, but at least I don't eat troll dung for dinner." She smirked, and all five of the Gryffindors roared with laughter.

Malfoy dropped his hand to fight back, but Professor McGonagall had glided over to intervene. "Is there a problem, Draco?" she asked, coldly.

"Yes, Professor," he said rudely, not even bothering to hide his blackened teeth. "Do you think my teeth are naturally this color?"

McGonagall glanced down at the still chuckling Gryffindors. "Mr. Malfoy, it's none of my business what you eat for dinner. If you choose to indulge in troll dung, that's one hundred percent your choice." She smiled politely and everyone who had stopped to listen laughed.

Malfoy scowled, then turned and exited the Great Hall, pulling Crabbe and Goyle along with him. "What DID you do to him?" McGonogall asked out of the corner of her mouth.

"We put permanent ink in their tea," Fred said, grinning toothily.

"Hmm, this is detention-worthy behavior, you know," she said thoughtfully.

"But," the twins said together.

"But, it was a good one, wasn't it?" Hermione said sheepishly.

For anyone who noticed, the inky-teeth bit is not my original idea. I got it from the movie The Patriot, and I personally thought it was funny. So, no, I do not own this particular prank, but I hope you all enjoyed it, nonetheless.