Okay, Okay Okay! Yes I know my chapters are getting shorter, and yes, I know they are getting weirder too, but can't you just apprieciate whats there? Oh and weaslytwinsrock41, they did try to kill someone. But they didn't succeed. Alright, fine, I'll try and give you what you want. I'm a nice person like that. Oh, and, I LOVE THE NEW BOOK! SO GOOD! I am scared, though, because my local newspaper says that there will be another magor death, and you need to "break out those tissue boxes"! Please don't let Draco die, please! Well, most people wouldn't cry if he died, so I don't think it is. (I would cry, though.) Okay, anyway, back to my story. (Yay for the Weasly Twins rolling in galleons in the sixth book!) I'm sorry if this chapter isn't long enough, I ran out of ideas.

Ch.10

Then next morning Ron lay in bed snoring oddly. (It was a pattern of pig-likes, wheezes, sneezes, and the occasional "SPIDERS!" that everyone in that particular dorm and the ones next door had gotten used to). Harry had been up a couple of hours before, and was gleefully watching Ronald sleep. It made him feel so much better after a night of nightmares that nobody, he thought, would understand.

He got bored and opened up the curtains revealing the first few morning rays. All the boys groaned, but it mostly shown on Ron, and he groggily opened his eyes.

"Whatayouwantarry?"

Harry smiled, amused, and looked around. The dorm looked better in the light, except now you could see the clothes on the floor, sweet wrappers everywhere, posters hanging by one tack, and even worse, Ron's boxers. "Ron! Please put your nasty undergarments into the trunk in front of your bed like everyone else!"

"Oh geez, Harry, I was just leaving them out for you," Ron lazily replied. He swung his legs over, his toes barely touching the stone floor. He grimaced --it was cold-- and gave Harry a dirty look. He quickly shuffled from there to his trunk and shoved everything in. Everything, because when he opened it everything flew out, which reminded Harry of a Jack-in-the-box.

Hermione, on the other hand, was sitting by the fire with a real Jack-in-the-box. She planned on taking muggle studies and decided it was better to start studying now then later. Besides, since her parents were muggle, she planned on passing that one easily.

George came tumbling down the stairs, nearly knocking into Crookshanks. Soon Fred followed, but he, rather prat-like, stepped on each step lightly and managed not to trip over his own feet. He ruffled Hermione's hair, as if a pet dog, and sat on a sofa diagonal from where she played with the a child's toy.

Hermione, taking no offence, luckily, played it again. George grimaced. "Oh god, Hermione, you'd you shut-"

"Please take it upstairs into the girl's dorm so that we can have some peace and quite while studying?" Fred inturrupted, stepping on George's toe rather hard.

Hermione smiled and said, "you have no books. And you two have muggle studies, so you should be apprieciating this muggle-made toy."

Fred and George looked at her oddly as she moved the handle and sounds came out. Then they jumped from surprise when the clown came out of the box. George moved his head slowly to Fred and wiggled his eyebrows. Fred grined and asked Hermione to let them study it, and they went back into their room without Hermione's permission. She didn't mind, though, because in her pocket was a small rubber duckie.

It was pink with an orange bill. She thought it rather odd, a pink duck, and decided to look up 'duck' in the encyclopedia to see if there were any real ducks that were bright pink, with big blue eyes, and green feet.

Up in the twin's dorm they sat cross-legged infront of eachother on Fred's bed. They felt as though they didn't want to entrued in eachother's minds while eachother were scheming practically the same thoughts. Only it involved spiders.

So they whispered to eachother, as they each took the toy apart and studied it. They snickered and chuckled, and that was mostly the only thing you could hear. Lucklily they had drawn the bed curtains around them so that the other boys wouldn't know that what they were doing weren't pratty. Fred and George had gotten used to these rules and went over them a lot. Otherwise, if anyone except those who knew, found out, they wouldn't be able to pull the prank. Actually, they could, but they'd get in trouble. And mast pranksters loved getting away with things, so of course, Fred and George did too.