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Chapter Three: They'll Be Thanking Us Tomorrow

The first two weeks at Hogwarts had been a blast for Jordan. She was having so much fun with the twins and Lee. They had even turned their pranks into a little competition. Jordan's crush on Fred grew a little more every so often, but she kept the way she felt hidden, which was hard. As much as she wanted love, and as much as she liked Fred, she couldn't bare to ruin their friendship and have Fred hate her.
Fred and George claimed to have a great prank up their sleeves, but wouldn't reveal so much as a hint of their plan. So, in response, Jordan began thinking up her own prank in retaliation to theirs.
An idea struck her mind in Potions class. While she was busy making a strengthening solution there was a knock at the door and Draco Malfoy came strolling in. She had already been introduced to Malfoy the prevous week when she saw Harry ready to kick his ass after one of their many feuds. Jordan came over and calmed Harry down, telling him he wasn't worth it, and telling Malfoy to go get some more hair gel. She didn't like the kid.
Draco handed Professor Snape a sealed piece of parchment and glanced around the classroom as Snape read and replied to the note. Draco spotted Jordan and winked at her, in response Jordan just scoffed at him and flicked him off, giving him the middle finger. Malfoy turned around after that, not glancing back at anyone. All the while a marvelous plan brewing in Jordan's mind as she brewed up her solution.

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That night at dinner Fred couldn't help but notice how cute he thought Jordan looked today. As he stared at her George nudged him hard in the ribs.
"Get a grip on yourself! No time for thinking lovey-dovey thoughts about Jordan now! Our plan is about to commence!" George whispered to his brother who began to blush.
"Are you ready for the greatest prank ever pulled in Hogwarts' history?" George asked Jordan as she glanced around the Great Hall.
"What've you got planned?" she asked.
But before anyone could answer her, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all violently throwing up. Moments later Pansy Parkinson began doing the same. Pretty soon half of the students in the hall were puking their guts out.
"We better get out of here. Our work here is done." Fred said, standing.
They both weaved their ways through the crowds of people and puke as teachers hurried about dragging the sick students to the infirmary, muttering spells to clean up the mess they left behind. Jordan could just watch and laugh at all the hustle and bustle that was going on around her. She eventually got up and headed for the Gryffindor common room. She just had to hear the twins' master plan.

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Jordan reached the common room and found Fred and George, faces red from laughter and bottles of butterbeer along the tables near them. She walked over and sat on Fred's lap, surprising him to say the least.
"That was great you two! Too bad I have a plan that will complete out- do yours for tomorrow." Jordan said, grinning as Fred and George looked at her questioningly. "So...how did you do it?" she asked, interested.
"Easy." said Fred.
"With this." replied George as he held up an orange, candy-looking, chew. "Skiving Snackboxes., our own invention. We slipped them into random foods at all the tables but ours and 'poof!' - instant prank! We were real happy to see Malfoy and all those other Slytherins get em' too." George went on proudly.
"That's a brilliant idea, but what about all the people that didn't deserve it? Don't you feel bad?" Jordan asked them.
"Feel bad?" Fred scoffed, "Why would we feel bad? It was a prank, and they'll be thanking us tomorrow for getting them out of class all day!"

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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ And there's chapter three! I hope you all enjoyed. What tricky prank does Jordan have brewing in her head? And will it all work out? Read on to see!! Please review! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~