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Chapter 3

"What's it do?" Hermione asked, looking down her nose at the neon green object in George's hand.

"It turns people into chickens.  Hello!"

"How much?" she asked, carefully reaching out to grasp the Chickenator.

"Twenty Galleons."

Hermione raised an eyebrow.  "How about three?"

"Great!  We're very flexible."

"How does it work?"

George pulled out a sheet of paper, "It says, 'I love you Angelina.  What went wrong?'  Oh, that's Fred's letter again."  This time George pulled out the right instructions.  "'Point at target.  Pull trigger.'  Well that sounds easy enough."

"Great!  Let's go get him!"

"Now?"

"Why not?"

George looked at his watch.  "Because he's eating dinner in the Great Hall."

"That's perfect!  We can embarrass him in front of everybody!"

"We'll get suspended."

"Or even worse: expelled."

"Well, at least you've sorted out your priorities.  Why don't we wait for him to go to his room?  We can hide under his bed, or something."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione and George were standing in the darkened closet of the fifth year boys dorm room.  George had suddenly remembered how good girls smelled, but decided it best not to say anything.

The door to the room opened and Hermione tensed, expecting Harry to walk through the door.  Unfortunately, it was just Dean Thomas, who was, apparently ready for bed as he was changing into his pajamas.

"I have never wanted to see that much of Dean before," Hermione muttered, somehow unable to blink as Dean pulled his pants on.

"And I really wanted to see him in the buff.  I hope Harry gets hear before I have to watch Ron undress," said George, who's eyes were squeezed shut.

Luckily, Harry walked in a few minuets after Dean had tucked himself into bed.

"Ready?" George whispered.

"On three.  One, two, three!"  Together they burst out of the closet and Harry looked up at them.

"What the hell..." he started before Hermione pulled the trigger.

"Harry's a chicken!"  Hermione started to laugh.  "You sure we can turn him back," she said, still laughing.  She looked into George's eyes, and could tell that he wasn't so sure either.

"What?" Dean exclaimed, sitting up in bed.

"You're dreaming, Dean.  Go back to sleep," George ordered and Dean did.

A/N: Yeah, it was short, but the next one will be more eventful.  Stuff will happen!  Oh, and at least we can spell SO! (that was to our flamer, who probably won't be reading his anyways,  but in case she does HA!