Chapter 10: The Burrow, 6:50pm (AKA the Weasel)
Ginny, standing to the side of the stairs, looked up nervously for the twins. She then glanced around the room. Everyone had come to an unspoken agreement to be there when Malfoy arrived. There was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on the love seat. Harry, Ron and Hermione each sat in their own armchair and Percy on the couch. All that was missing was Fred and George, still.
Ginny's eyes quickly made another furtive dart around the room. Gods and goddesses knew what her parents would do if they knew what she had planned. She shivered in anticipation, part worry and part amusement. As she did, Fred and George came bounding down the stairs.
Ginny had decided over the summer that she liked muggle clothes more than the heavy daily robes required during school, so tonight she had dressed in her favorite summer outfit: a black tank top and khaki shorts. Nice and simple, too bad no one had told her that it made her skin a creamy white, her hair a temptress red and enhanced every curve never seen due to robes.
Fred and George had followed her lead and dressed in jeans and Henley shirts. They came to stand by Ginny, who was to the left of the fireplace.
Fred and George had no more reached their sister than Malfoy himself fell from the fireplace with a resounding thud.
Malfoy looked up into the faces of the Weasley clan and took a deep breath. He let his eyes wonder slowly about the room. He found each person staring at him just as slowly and intently.
His eyes stopped and bugged at Ginny. Before he could stop himself, he waggled his eyebrows and commented, "Weaselette, you are looking gooooood."
Ron and Harry jumped from their seats with their wands drawn. Hermione and Percy immediately reacted by grabbing Ron and Harry respectively.
However, before Harry or Ron could react, Ginny loudly whispered to Fred and George, "Now!"
Fred and George went into action. They pulled two purple, velvet bags out, opened them and immediately threw their contents on Draco Malfoy.
Pixie dust. Bright, pink Pixie dust flew all over Malfoy. As it did, the twins yelled, "WEASEL!"
Draco Malfoy had turned into a weasel. He stood in shock just a moment too long, giving Ginny time to come over and pick him up.
After she picked Malfoy the weasel up, she put her lips to his ear and said, "Takes one to know one."
All the Weasley children, minus Charlie and Bill, Harry, Hermione and Arthur were in the throes of laughter; Mrs. Weasley was not.
"Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley, what have you done!" Molly shrieked.
The shriek was a bit more than Malfoy the weasel could handle. He promptly urinated all over Ginny and jumped from her arms.
"AHHH! That scum just pissed all over me!" Ginny yelled.
"Virginia Weasley, watch your language!" Hermione and Molly screeched.
Arthur, Fred and George were in tears from laughing so hard.
Malfoy the weasel was running in circles around the living room agitated from being a weasel and all the noise.
Watching Malfoy the weasel run in circles, George fell to the floor in laughter. He did not expect what happened next.
Just as Molly yelled for them to switch him back, Malfoy the weasel bit George on the finger, hard.
George yelped in pain. Fred, being his loyal twin, grabbed Malfoy the weasel and proceeded to toss him like a garden gnome; tossed him right into Hermione's bushy hair.
At this point, the animalistic instincts had taken over Malfoy the weasel and he nested. He nested right in her hair. He took his front paws and began digging into her head. With more fury, the little weasel paws dug into Hermione's scalp.
Hermione flew out of her seat grabbing for Malfoy and running in circles much like Malfoy had only moments ago. As she did, Ron came to her rescue.
As he went to grab Malfoy the weasel, Hermione pulled on the weasel with all her might. Malfoy the weasel dug harder into her hair and maintained his grip. Hermione, however, did not. Her hand went flying right into Ron's face, causing him to fall on the ground in a stupor, blood pouring from his nose.
Hermione screamed in terror, "Ron, are you okay?"
"Yeah Mione, just a bit bloody."
Mrs. Weasley got out of her seat and went to check on Ron's nose. She told him to wait there why she went to get the mediwitch at St. Mungo's via Floo.
In the meantime, Ginny had walked over to Hermione and gently extricated Malfoy the weasel out of her hair.
"You are a naughty, naughty little weasel." Ginny said with a huge grin on her face.
Malfoy the weasel began squeaking loudly.
Arthur loudly cleared his throat. "George, Fred it might be a good idea to turn him back before your mom gets back."
George looked up from the ground and said, "Probably."
The twins found themselves in another gale of laughter. After they caught their breath, Fred got up and went to Ginny. He muttered the counter curse.
Draco Malfoy reappeared in a heap at Ginny's feet.
"Now that is how you treat our sister, Malfoy. Kiss the feet she walks on." Fred said.
Ginny, standing to the side of the stairs, looked up nervously for the twins. She then glanced around the room. Everyone had come to an unspoken agreement to be there when Malfoy arrived. There was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on the love seat. Harry, Ron and Hermione each sat in their own armchair and Percy on the couch. All that was missing was Fred and George, still.
Ginny's eyes quickly made another furtive dart around the room. Gods and goddesses knew what her parents would do if they knew what she had planned. She shivered in anticipation, part worry and part amusement. As she did, Fred and George came bounding down the stairs.
Ginny had decided over the summer that she liked muggle clothes more than the heavy daily robes required during school, so tonight she had dressed in her favorite summer outfit: a black tank top and khaki shorts. Nice and simple, too bad no one had told her that it made her skin a creamy white, her hair a temptress red and enhanced every curve never seen due to robes.
Fred and George had followed her lead and dressed in jeans and Henley shirts. They came to stand by Ginny, who was to the left of the fireplace.
Fred and George had no more reached their sister than Malfoy himself fell from the fireplace with a resounding thud.
Malfoy looked up into the faces of the Weasley clan and took a deep breath. He let his eyes wonder slowly about the room. He found each person staring at him just as slowly and intently.
His eyes stopped and bugged at Ginny. Before he could stop himself, he waggled his eyebrows and commented, "Weaselette, you are looking gooooood."
Ron and Harry jumped from their seats with their wands drawn. Hermione and Percy immediately reacted by grabbing Ron and Harry respectively.
However, before Harry or Ron could react, Ginny loudly whispered to Fred and George, "Now!"
Fred and George went into action. They pulled two purple, velvet bags out, opened them and immediately threw their contents on Draco Malfoy.
Pixie dust. Bright, pink Pixie dust flew all over Malfoy. As it did, the twins yelled, "WEASEL!"
Draco Malfoy had turned into a weasel. He stood in shock just a moment too long, giving Ginny time to come over and pick him up.
After she picked Malfoy the weasel up, she put her lips to his ear and said, "Takes one to know one."
All the Weasley children, minus Charlie and Bill, Harry, Hermione and Arthur were in the throes of laughter; Mrs. Weasley was not.
"Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley, what have you done!" Molly shrieked.
The shriek was a bit more than Malfoy the weasel could handle. He promptly urinated all over Ginny and jumped from her arms.
"AHHH! That scum just pissed all over me!" Ginny yelled.
"Virginia Weasley, watch your language!" Hermione and Molly screeched.
Arthur, Fred and George were in tears from laughing so hard.
Malfoy the weasel was running in circles around the living room agitated from being a weasel and all the noise.
Watching Malfoy the weasel run in circles, George fell to the floor in laughter. He did not expect what happened next.
Just as Molly yelled for them to switch him back, Malfoy the weasel bit George on the finger, hard.
George yelped in pain. Fred, being his loyal twin, grabbed Malfoy the weasel and proceeded to toss him like a garden gnome; tossed him right into Hermione's bushy hair.
At this point, the animalistic instincts had taken over Malfoy the weasel and he nested. He nested right in her hair. He took his front paws and began digging into her head. With more fury, the little weasel paws dug into Hermione's scalp.
Hermione flew out of her seat grabbing for Malfoy and running in circles much like Malfoy had only moments ago. As she did, Ron came to her rescue.
As he went to grab Malfoy the weasel, Hermione pulled on the weasel with all her might. Malfoy the weasel dug harder into her hair and maintained his grip. Hermione, however, did not. Her hand went flying right into Ron's face, causing him to fall on the ground in a stupor, blood pouring from his nose.
Hermione screamed in terror, "Ron, are you okay?"
"Yeah Mione, just a bit bloody."
Mrs. Weasley got out of her seat and went to check on Ron's nose. She told him to wait there why she went to get the mediwitch at St. Mungo's via Floo.
In the meantime, Ginny had walked over to Hermione and gently extricated Malfoy the weasel out of her hair.
"You are a naughty, naughty little weasel." Ginny said with a huge grin on her face.
Malfoy the weasel began squeaking loudly.
Arthur loudly cleared his throat. "George, Fred it might be a good idea to turn him back before your mom gets back."
George looked up from the ground and said, "Probably."
The twins found themselves in another gale of laughter. After they caught their breath, Fred got up and went to Ginny. He muttered the counter curse.
Draco Malfoy reappeared in a heap at Ginny's feet.
"Now that is how you treat our sister, Malfoy. Kiss the feet she walks on." Fred said.