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Chapter 7

    Ginny hastily sat up straight in bed, her eyes wide and horror-stricken, as she was breathing heavily. "Oh! It was just a nightmare!" It was a relief to know that it hadn't come true, but the dreadful part about it was that she was still going to have to face Harry that morning. She decided not to jinx her chances of not looking like a fool in front of Harry by not spending too much time making herself look pretty.

    "Brushing my hair won't hurt, though," she said as she glanced in her mirror and let out a scream of dismay. There was no doubt that everyone (including the creatures and the ghoul) heard  the cry, as there was a large boil taking up the majority of her nose.

    "What's wrong, Ginny?" Mr. Weasley asked, worried as he entered her room with Mrs. Weasley. Ginny turned around and they saw what was wrong.

    "Oh, dear!" cried Mrs. Weasley.

    "Eww!" said Mr. Weasley as Mrs. Weasley smacked him on the arm. "Oh, I mean, you can hardly notice it at all!"

    "FRED!!!" Ginny screamed. She kept in mind that he was the one who lent her the pimple potion and she applied it the night before.

    A minute later, Fred came into the room looking rather tired, "What's up, Gin?" he yawned. As the three stared at him, he noticed her boil and then fully woke-up, "Aah! What is that?! What a fright?!"

   "You did this to me!" Ginny said furiously, "you gave me that joke pimple potion!"

    Fred contemplated for a few seconds and then remembered the event. "Oh! Oh, of course! But that wasn't a trick! I forgot to tell you that it should only be taken by males!"

    Ginny was very confused. "Only by males? What do you mean?"

    "Well, it's worked wonders for George and me, but it affects women differently, well, oppositely to be more precise!"

    Ginny was on the verge of tears, but she had hope. "Mum! Fix this!"

    "I'll try, Ginny!" she said as she hugged her daughter. "It's not permanent. The same thing happened to a friend of mine in my third year."

    "Really? What happened?" Ginny asked eagerly as Fred and Mr. Weasley felt that they no longer had use being there and left.

    "She wore a fake beak for a few months," Mrs. Weasley replied before Ginny started to weep, "Oh, I'm just kidding, dear!"