Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but FINALS are coming up.
YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL.
Anyhoo (don't u love that word?) I really wanted to update this story. I'm
not allowed to e-mail people anymore or I'll be banned from the computer
(MEAN DADDY!). ::sniff sniff:: sorry. (
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George woke up early the next morning. He didn't remember getting to his dorm last night; Fred and Hermione must have taken him there. Now, what did he do last night? He suddenly remembered. The tricks! Oh, this was going to be good. . .
George hopped out of bed and ran over to Fred's bed. "Fred. . .Fred! We want to be there when the tricks go off! Get up! Fred!"
Fred woke up slowly. He glared sleepily at George for a second, then realized what he was talking about. "You're right! We have to go!" As he jumped out of bed he said, "Remind me to make a wake-up candy. We could use one."
"That's a good idea!"
The twins got dressed and crept quietly downstairs. Hermione was waiting for them, looking stunning in a short lavender skirt and a matching lavender top. Her hair had lavender streaks in them today. "Come on, we need to get there before anyone else!" she hissed.
They raced out the door and down to the Great Hall. They burst through the doors and found that they had, in fact, beaten even Dumbledore. They checked the tables over quickly to make sure everything was in place, and then hurried to set the traps. When they were done, they sat down at their usual spots at the Gryffindor table to watch the action. Cho Chang and her friends were the first ones to enter the room.
"This should be good," Fred whispered to George and Hermione. They both nodded, smiling slightly.
Cho Chang sat down at her place, but stood up quickly as a whole bunch of water balloons (a most genius Muggle creation, Fred and George said) came down on her head.
"Darn, it was just the water balloons," Hermione complained, disappointed.
"Other people are coming," George soothed her.
All of a sudden, many people came into the Great Hall at once. They started to sit down, and there were shrieks all over the place.
"Aaaggghhhhh, there are worms in my shirt and pants!!"
"What the heck? My shoes are stuck to the floor! And my pants are stuck to the seat!" It was special glue created by the twins (of course). They would never get it unstuck. A poor Slytherin had to leave the table without his pants. He wore heart underwear (who would have guessed?).
"There are spiders EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!! AAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" That was Ron. It had been Fred's idea to play that trick on him. 'I don't think that he liked it,' George mused as Ron shrieked, "Fred! George! I'm going to kill you!"
Many kids now had different colored hair, skin, or teeth. (A/N: like the slushies at lunch, Kaleigh! (Inside joke)) Quite a few had bugs on them. Even more were swimming in molasses. Some had pies slamming in their faces, while others had been turned into owls. There was ruckus at the teachers' table, too.
Flitwick had grown to be twenty feet tall. McGonagall's food had turned into catnip. Trelawney had orbs and teacups circling her head screaming, "You're going to die!" "I see the Grim!" "Oh, look, blame and unfortune!" "Never eat string beans again!" "Beware the elephants! They're out to get you!" The plants on Sprout's plate were yelling at her, too. "Hypocrite!" "I thought you liked plants!" "Become a meatatarian!" They hadn't dared to do anything to Dumbledore, and they liked Hagrid too much. But Snape on the other hand. . .
Snape had a shower running above him. There were two floating hands washing his hair with shampoo, and no matter where he ran, he couldn't escape them. The shampoo also had red and gold hair dye in it. He ran around, shrieking wildly. His hair was now yelling, "1,000,000 points from Slytherin! 100,000,000,000 points to Gryffindor! Harry Potter is great! Draco Malfoy is bad!"
Draco was also having a tough time. His robes had been turned red and gold, and his shoes kept crying out, "Gryffindor Rules! Slytherin Stinks!" over and over again. His teeth were gold and red. His skin was a swirl of gold and red. Everything about him was gold and red. And his bodyguards had been shrunk to midgets.
Hermione were sitting in the middle of the commotion, laughing their heads off. Lee Jordan was sitting nearby, and, even though he was now blue, he was also laughing really hard. Most of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw were too. The only ones who weren't laughing were the Slytherins, who had gotten the worst of it. Even Dumbledore was laughing merrily, while McGonagall gave him looks. Then the teachers looked at the students, and even they were laughing. Except Snape of course.
It took about two hours to finally turn everyone back to normal, except Snape's hair still looked clean. Then Professor McGonagall confronted the twins.
"Fred and George, come to my office. I need to speak to you."
Hermione, of course, didn't want them to get all the credit. . .I mean, blame.
"I did a lot too, Professor," Hermione piped up.
Professor McGonagall looked slightly shocked, but not too much. After all, Hermione had been in detention last night for turning Draco Malfoy into a bunny.
"Very well, you come too,"
They trooped to her office.
"Now, I'm very disappointed in you three," McGonagall started.
Fred pretended to look worried. "Why? We didn't do enough tricks?" He knew that McGonagall knew that he, George, and Hermione had been responsible for those tricks. He wasn't worried about giving himself away.
McGonagall gave them a stern look. "Now, since detention doesn't seem to make you behave any better, I won't give you detention. But I will deduct 10 points each from Gryffindor. And I expect you not to do it again."
"Yes ma'am. We won't ma'am," Hermione agreed.
"Good. Now go. Classes are let out for the day because of a certain trio."
Hermione, Fred, and George held in their laughter until they got outside.
"Now, why on earth would she think that we would pull the exact same stunts again? We're more creative than that!" Fred said indignantly.
"I don't know. Maybe she meant something else?" Hermione suggested, trying to look confused.
"What else could she mean?" George asked.
They burst out laughing again. Then they looked around. The Gryffindors were playing in the snow. It had just snowed last night. Fred, George, and Hermione joined them, enchanting snowballs to do different things like throw themselves down the person's shirt or stuff themselves in their socks. Everyone was very tired by the time it was over.
"Let's go inside," Hermione suggested.
Everyone agreed, and soon they were in the common room, sipping hot cider from the kitchens.
"I'm bored," Neville complained.
"Me, too," Harry added.
Hermione thought of something that she never would have dared to suggest before. "Let's play Spin the Bottle!"
Dean and Harry looked at her.
"Spin the Bottle?" Harry asked. "Are you sure you're Hermione?"
"What's that?" Ginny wondered curiously.
Hermione quickly explained the rules. "Are you up to it?"
Some people, like Lavender and Parvati, were enthousiastic, while others, like Ron, were reluctant. But in the end, everyone agreed.
"Okay, great, I'll get a bottle!"
They all sat down in a circle.
"I guess I'll go first," Hermione volunteered.
She slowly spun the bottle. It started to slow down, slower, slower, slower until. . . . .
Ooooh, I'm evil! Teehee! Will it be Fred? Or George? Or Fred? Or George? Or Neville? No, that wouldn't work! What will happen? Who's knows? Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To freya: the way to get registered with fanfiction.net is first you click the register button on the top of the screen. Then you agree to that long, LONG list of rules that they have you sign, you make up a screen name, and you give your e-mail address. Don't worry, it's not hard! You'll be posting your fanfics in no time!
Anyhoo, on with the story!
George woke up early the next morning. He didn't remember getting to his dorm last night; Fred and Hermione must have taken him there. Now, what did he do last night? He suddenly remembered. The tricks! Oh, this was going to be good. . .
George hopped out of bed and ran over to Fred's bed. "Fred. . .Fred! We want to be there when the tricks go off! Get up! Fred!"
Fred woke up slowly. He glared sleepily at George for a second, then realized what he was talking about. "You're right! We have to go!" As he jumped out of bed he said, "Remind me to make a wake-up candy. We could use one."
"That's a good idea!"
The twins got dressed and crept quietly downstairs. Hermione was waiting for them, looking stunning in a short lavender skirt and a matching lavender top. Her hair had lavender streaks in them today. "Come on, we need to get there before anyone else!" she hissed.
They raced out the door and down to the Great Hall. They burst through the doors and found that they had, in fact, beaten even Dumbledore. They checked the tables over quickly to make sure everything was in place, and then hurried to set the traps. When they were done, they sat down at their usual spots at the Gryffindor table to watch the action. Cho Chang and her friends were the first ones to enter the room.
"This should be good," Fred whispered to George and Hermione. They both nodded, smiling slightly.
Cho Chang sat down at her place, but stood up quickly as a whole bunch of water balloons (a most genius Muggle creation, Fred and George said) came down on her head.
"Darn, it was just the water balloons," Hermione complained, disappointed.
"Other people are coming," George soothed her.
All of a sudden, many people came into the Great Hall at once. They started to sit down, and there were shrieks all over the place.
"Aaaggghhhhh, there are worms in my shirt and pants!!"
"What the heck? My shoes are stuck to the floor! And my pants are stuck to the seat!" It was special glue created by the twins (of course). They would never get it unstuck. A poor Slytherin had to leave the table without his pants. He wore heart underwear (who would have guessed?).
"There are spiders EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!! AAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" That was Ron. It had been Fred's idea to play that trick on him. 'I don't think that he liked it,' George mused as Ron shrieked, "Fred! George! I'm going to kill you!"
Many kids now had different colored hair, skin, or teeth. (A/N: like the slushies at lunch, Kaleigh! (Inside joke)) Quite a few had bugs on them. Even more were swimming in molasses. Some had pies slamming in their faces, while others had been turned into owls. There was ruckus at the teachers' table, too.
Flitwick had grown to be twenty feet tall. McGonagall's food had turned into catnip. Trelawney had orbs and teacups circling her head screaming, "You're going to die!" "I see the Grim!" "Oh, look, blame and unfortune!" "Never eat string beans again!" "Beware the elephants! They're out to get you!" The plants on Sprout's plate were yelling at her, too. "Hypocrite!" "I thought you liked plants!" "Become a meatatarian!" They hadn't dared to do anything to Dumbledore, and they liked Hagrid too much. But Snape on the other hand. . .
Snape had a shower running above him. There were two floating hands washing his hair with shampoo, and no matter where he ran, he couldn't escape them. The shampoo also had red and gold hair dye in it. He ran around, shrieking wildly. His hair was now yelling, "1,000,000 points from Slytherin! 100,000,000,000 points to Gryffindor! Harry Potter is great! Draco Malfoy is bad!"
Draco was also having a tough time. His robes had been turned red and gold, and his shoes kept crying out, "Gryffindor Rules! Slytherin Stinks!" over and over again. His teeth were gold and red. His skin was a swirl of gold and red. Everything about him was gold and red. And his bodyguards had been shrunk to midgets.
Hermione were sitting in the middle of the commotion, laughing their heads off. Lee Jordan was sitting nearby, and, even though he was now blue, he was also laughing really hard. Most of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw were too. The only ones who weren't laughing were the Slytherins, who had gotten the worst of it. Even Dumbledore was laughing merrily, while McGonagall gave him looks. Then the teachers looked at the students, and even they were laughing. Except Snape of course.
It took about two hours to finally turn everyone back to normal, except Snape's hair still looked clean. Then Professor McGonagall confronted the twins.
"Fred and George, come to my office. I need to speak to you."
Hermione, of course, didn't want them to get all the credit. . .I mean, blame.
"I did a lot too, Professor," Hermione piped up.
Professor McGonagall looked slightly shocked, but not too much. After all, Hermione had been in detention last night for turning Draco Malfoy into a bunny.
"Very well, you come too,"
They trooped to her office.
"Now, I'm very disappointed in you three," McGonagall started.
Fred pretended to look worried. "Why? We didn't do enough tricks?" He knew that McGonagall knew that he, George, and Hermione had been responsible for those tricks. He wasn't worried about giving himself away.
McGonagall gave them a stern look. "Now, since detention doesn't seem to make you behave any better, I won't give you detention. But I will deduct 10 points each from Gryffindor. And I expect you not to do it again."
"Yes ma'am. We won't ma'am," Hermione agreed.
"Good. Now go. Classes are let out for the day because of a certain trio."
Hermione, Fred, and George held in their laughter until they got outside.
"Now, why on earth would she think that we would pull the exact same stunts again? We're more creative than that!" Fred said indignantly.
"I don't know. Maybe she meant something else?" Hermione suggested, trying to look confused.
"What else could she mean?" George asked.
They burst out laughing again. Then they looked around. The Gryffindors were playing in the snow. It had just snowed last night. Fred, George, and Hermione joined them, enchanting snowballs to do different things like throw themselves down the person's shirt or stuff themselves in their socks. Everyone was very tired by the time it was over.
"Let's go inside," Hermione suggested.
Everyone agreed, and soon they were in the common room, sipping hot cider from the kitchens.
"I'm bored," Neville complained.
"Me, too," Harry added.
Hermione thought of something that she never would have dared to suggest before. "Let's play Spin the Bottle!"
Dean and Harry looked at her.
"Spin the Bottle?" Harry asked. "Are you sure you're Hermione?"
"What's that?" Ginny wondered curiously.
Hermione quickly explained the rules. "Are you up to it?"
Some people, like Lavender and Parvati, were enthousiastic, while others, like Ron, were reluctant. But in the end, everyone agreed.
"Okay, great, I'll get a bottle!"
They all sat down in a circle.
"I guess I'll go first," Hermione volunteered.
She slowly spun the bottle. It started to slow down, slower, slower, slower until. . . . .
Ooooh, I'm evil! Teehee! Will it be Fred? Or George? Or Fred? Or George? Or Neville? No, that wouldn't work! What will happen? Who's knows? Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!