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A/N: Okay, I definitely messed up with the idea and confused it with one that my brother gave me (kind of realised it after I posted the chapter)—my bad, sorry.

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Fighting For The Book

Malfoy walked around with purple hair for the next few days. Luckily for him, Madam Pomfrey knew how to solve these problems.

Ginny was not at all satisfied (even though Madam Pomfrey was able to fix her hair and face issue as well). Sylvester, though it was difficult to admit, was actually a very sweet person. Only then did she realise how much she actually missed him.

Professor McGonagall was not at all happy. Well, no kidding, she'd just lost her nephew and no one had any idea as to how to get him out of the book. Ginny sat on her bed, staring at the picture of the cherub-like pixie that was staring at her from page fifty-four, in his little green costume. The spell had stopped working, after one person was sucked in, so Ginny was in no particular danger.

She sighed. How do I get him out of there?

Fred and George did not really want to admit it, but they missed Sylvester as well. They thought that he could have made an amazing troublemaker someday and were really hoping to get him fully on their side. Unfortunately, he was stuck inside a stupid book.

They did concoct an idea one day, however. On a dreary Saturday morning, they presented it to their younger sister.

"How's this? We sneak into Snape's private stores, find a potion, dump it over the book, then get Malfoy, and then take it to Dumbledore?"

"Great plan!"

"Really?" asked George.

"Yeah," replied Ginny (who was more prone to be sarcastic now that she was depressed). "There are just two little flaws. One: DUMBLEDORE'S GONE. The Ministry needed him for something. Two: Snape will never have a spell that will allow students into his personal stores."

"What makes you say that?" asked Fred. "Look, Harry, Ron, and Hermione got through all McGonagall's, Dumbledore's, Snape's, Sprout's, and Flitwick's spells to save the Philosopher's Stone in their first year."

"Yeah," interjected his twin. "And in first year, we took the map."

"What map?"

Fred coloured. "Mind your business."

"The point is," carried on George, "that we are now older than they were and they were doing something much bigger and a lot more risky. This isn't a life or death situation. Theirs was. There was stuff there that could kill you. What would Snape do to a few intruding Gryffindors?"

"…"

"Quiet Ginny. We could pull this off."

"There is no way…"

"Get Hermione."

"Hermione?"

"She's got the brains, right? Who else?"

"Fine. But you forgot her other aspects."

"Like?"

"No rule-breaking, anything fishy, go to the teachers, stay in common room during the evening, et cetera."

"Ah…"

"But it's worth a try."

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"Under normal circumstances, Ginny, I wouldn't bother with you, but since you're my friend, and I feel bad for the five-year-old, I will."

"Excellent. Now, where exactly are his private stores?"

"Um, I don't know. Hey—do I look like the person who actually goes around stealing from teachers' private stores?"

"No. Good point."

Fred came down the boys' staircase holding something silvery. "I borrowed this from Harry," he said, putting down the Invisibility Cloak.

Hermione was suspicious. "What do you mean, 'borrowed'?"

"I borrowed it. As in I asked him if I could use it, told him why, and he lent it to me. I thought you guys might need it. What—do you think I steal?"

"…"

"Shush. Anyway, I'm going into his office first and searching it to find out where exactly his stuff is. But you are breaking whatever spells he's put on it, so good luck."

"Humph."

"Well—if you don't want Sylvester…"

"I do! But I still think it's risky."

"There's no fun if there's no risk, Hermione."

"Wise words from Fred Weasley. Whatever. Go ahead and search. But tell us which door it is, or something like that."

"No problem."

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Malfoy was feeling vindictive (bad sign). How to scar Weaselette the most? The answer was simple really. After much pacing, swearing, and banging his head on a wall, Malfoy felt extraordinarily stupid. It's obvious, isn't it? Get that book from her. If it's gone, so is the blond brat. Excellent.

Oh -------, I don't even know the Gryffindor password. But she probably carries it with her, so not to lose it. What a wonderful epiphany. He was, in fact, correct.

Ginny had a tendency to carry the book about, since she was afraid someone would steal it. And someone was planning to steal it. Oh dear.

She left her bag closed in the DADA classroom. Malfoy saw her leave for a moment. Harry and Ron were watching him, knowing that (from the greedy light in his eyes) he was up to absolutely no good.

Malfoy crept into the classroom (good background music: theme song of "The Pink Panther"). He looked about him to see that no one was watching. Apparently, he wasn't doing a good job of that; Harry and Ron could see him. He opened the bag and began to pull out the book. Ron drew in his breath.

Ginny was walking down the hallway, back to the DADA classroom. Harry caught her, just before she walked in. Ginny turned red. Harry took no notice and whispered something to her.

Ginny scowled. "Okay, fine. He'll do that. Stand somewhere at the end of the hall and if I run by you, I'll pass you the book. Cut out page fifty-four and give the book back. Got that? Fifty-four."

"Don't worry, Ginny, I got it."

Ginny jumped on Malfoy, just as he was leaving the classroom, pulling off an amazing tackle. "Ouch—what the…?"

She grabbed the book from him and got to her feet. Malfoy was starting to get up—so Ginny ran, as though running for her life.

She threw the book at Harry, who caught it, flipped to page fifty-four (with lightning speed), muttered, "Diffindo!" and passed it to Ginny, who ran.

Malfoy was getting to his feet (he was completely winded) and ran after the second-year girl. He caught her by her hair, pulled the book from her grasp, smiled, and left.

When she was sure he was gone, she started laughing. Harry came up to her. "Fifty-four. Are you okay?"

"Yes, thanks Harry."

She smiled at him. I'll never actually get him.

Harry gave her the page and left. Ginny walked back to the common room. She and Hermione planned their excursion for that night.