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Ginny's Newest

"Ginny Weasley, I cannot believe you are undertaking this. Actually, I would completely refuse to take any part of this crazy plot of yours, but under the circumstances…"

"Save it for later, Hermione, this is a great moment for me; it's a shame Percy couldn't impress me like this," interrupted Fred.

"Well, I don't want to lecture…"

"That's news," muttered Ron.

"…But I really don't think that—"

"Skip the sermon and just come on," cut in George.

"Fine. God, you all have absolutely no patience whatsoever."

Ginny grinned. This would humiliate the little menace for the rest of his life at Hogwarts.

Let's go back a little, reader. Surprisingly enough, Professor McGonagall had given the Weasleys permission to do what they wished to her evil nephew, save killing him or terminally injuring the boy.

Professor McGonagall was just so fed up with him that practically any measures to get him to behave that did not yield (extremely) serious consequences were fine with her.

So she gave the Weasleys the go ahead and go ahead they did.

Hermione was still protesting as she, Ginny, Fred, George, and Ron were leaving Gryffindor Tower armed with their wands and Colin Creevey's camera.

"Honestly—Ginny, Ron, Fred, George—I really don't think much of, of doing what we're going to do. Must we do it when he's in the toilet?"

"Well, would you like it when he's fully dressed then?" retorted Ginny.

"Actually yes."

"That would defeat the purpose, unless you're planning to hold him down and get the pants, Hermione."

"But—but—look, photographing him while he's—you know, in there, is not very—nice," she concluded quite lamely.

"Come on, Hermione, McGonagall said we could do basically anything," said Ron.

"Yes, I know, but…" She was at a loss for words.

"It'll be fine. We're not poisoning him, drowning him in a bathtub, stoning him, digging out his liver with a fork, disemboweling him, or—wait, George, what was the other thing?"

"Amputating his limbs in an unorthodox manner."

"Right—see? There you go. No problem at all."

Hermione was still slightly unconvinced. "But why do I have to take the picture?"

"I already told you, Hermione," answered Ginny. "None of us have clean records and yours is practically spotless."

"Yours are okay," she muttered.

"Yeah, like when Fred, George, and I accidentally-on-purpose set Snape on fire, and stole his clothes—or when Ron broke just about every single school rule with Harry last year to get me out of the Chamber, or when I strangled four of the roosters and set a deadly snake on four students and a ghost, or when Fred and George set off five Dungbombs in Filch's office two years ago, or…"

"It's okay, Ginny, I get the point, but the diary incident wasn't your fault."

"Well, yeah, but still. You're taking the pictures."

"But I really…"

"Just try to aim properly—and don't focus too much on what you're actually aiming at."

"Oh, that's reassuring."

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Hermione and the Weasleys crept into the teachers' bathroom. Professor McGonagall had restricted him to this particular loo because he seemed to cause some sort of destruction in every single boys' bathroom he'd been in (and girls' bathroom, though he technically was not supposed to be in there in the first place).

She he would not cause as much trouble in there with teachers watching him. In this case, she was right.

As I said, the five pranksters crept into the teachers' bathroom to see if they could find Sylvester and humiliate him with a few embarrassing photos of—well can't you guess?

Ginny was obviously desperate to resort to such a means of humiliation. Her hair was not turning red and she looked like some sort of drug-dealing punk, or someone who had a lot of self-confidence (you choose).

"Okay," whispered Ginny. "Just—come quietly, I guess, and Hermione—take the picture and run."

George heard someone singing. "I think it's coming from that cubicle." He pointed to the farthest one. "Okay, in five—four—three—two—GO!"

Hermione sprinted across the floor and whipped open the cubicle door. Immediately, she started snapping away as many pictures as she could.

Someone shouted from that cubicle. It was a rather rude, "-------------------------!"

Someone laughed.

Hermione didn't realize the shout was of a deep voice while the laugh was high-pitched.

Hermione and the Weasleys ran back to Gryffindor Tower in a world-record-worthy time span of two minutes. Hermione watched the blurry photos developed.

Ron was clearly noticing a problem.

Ginny did not. "What's up, Ron?"

"Erm, Ginny, is it just me—or does Sylvester have black hair?"

"Um, no. What the—?"

Fred was slightly concerned. "Um, that doesn't look like Sylvester."

Hermione broke the tense silence. "Oh. My. God."

All said the same thing at once. "SNAPE!"

Then… "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

A/N: Sorry Puss in Green, I know you love Snape. Thank you, readers who like this. I'll post soon.