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Karma

Ginny, Hermione, Sylvester, and Tricky climbed up the steep and slippery steps to discover an opening into a hallway where stood Ron and…Snape.

"Well, well, well, what a surprising encounter. Weasley, Miss Weasley, Miss Granger, Minerva's little nephew, and—oh goodness me, you seem to have illegally stolen a leprechaun."

He smiled his cruel smile. "Come with me, all of you."

Ron whispered to Ginny. "I'm sorry! I didn't get him, okay? He kind of turned up when I was gouging out bricks and started up with his—you know how he is. He thinks I'm some mad juvenile delinquent!"

"That's all right, Ron. Where's Harry?"

"Hospital Wing. Malfoy hexed him and then he got away."

"I'll get that blond creep, just you wait."

"Well we are in some deep sh—"

"Ron!" Ginny pointed to the little boy following them with a sad face.

"Trouble."

But all was not lost, reader. For no sooner had Snape come to the staircase leading to Dumbledore's office, McGonagall swept out from behind a pillar in a wave of dark green.

"Oh, thank heavens! Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, Weasley…you've found him! Oh! Thank you! Sylvester!"

Ginny stifled a giggle, Hermione bit her lip, and Ron faked a cough. None of them had ever seen Professor McGonagall in such a happy mood.

With more strength than the students thought she possessed, McGonagall scooped up her nephew and hugged him. Ginny couldn't help it; she started to laugh.

Professor McGonagall didn't notice. "You deserve something. All of you."

Snape coloured slightly. "Erm—Professor…"

"Ah! Professor Snape! Here you are! What do you think—fifty points apiece?"

"But—but…"

"Oh all right, that may be a bit much, forty-five points apiece then?"

"Well—that seems to be…"

"Too little! Fifty points apiece."

Hermione grinned. Sweet!

Snape flushed red.

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Tricky, of course, was still following them. Hermione lifted the Silent spell. He frowned at her.

"You can speak now. But not too much or else…" she waved her wand, threateningly.

Tricky tested his voice a little. "Fair fiery-haired lass, you are the one who has saved us all." Ginny scowled. Annoying little twit. "I remain now your humble servant."

"Oh for God's sake, spare me."

"No, I do mean it, my beauty. Anything."

"Just—go. Be free. Here." She handed him a Sugar Quill from her pocket. Anything to get him to go away.

"AHH! Don't do that!"

"What? I…" Ginny froze, and then smiled, as though she had remembered something.

Hermione was confused. "What?"

"Leprechauns have a peculiar characteristic, Hermione. If you do them a favour, they've got to do something back for you. It's a fair exchange."

"Oh! So—hey, Ginny, you could get back at Malfoy, if you really wanted to."

"Hermione! You're brilliant!" To Tricky, she said, "Hey, I actually could use your services."

"Hm. I owe you twice now anyway. Hm."

Hermione could have banged her head over and over on the nearest pillar. Great. I got her started again.

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Malfoy woke up feeling irritable on Saturday. He wondered why. Ah. Maybe because his hair was still purple. Stupid Weaselette. Why does she know so many spells?

He opened the closet. Suddenly, his Nimbus 2001 came crashing down over his head.

"OW! DAMMIT!"

He heard a shrill giggle come from the back. But there was nothing there. Nothing he could see. Suddenly, a bowl of vanilla pudding followed the broomstick.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Malfoy was really mad now. He was covered in the stuff. And why couldn't it be chocolate? At least I like that pudding. I HATE vanilla!

Crabbe was roused by the screaming. "Are there birds in here?"

"Shut up, you idiot and go back to sleep!" Crabbe obeyed.

Malfoy stepped into the shower. Disgusting! He was just feeling a bit less sticky when someone flushed the toilet.

"YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOW!" He was greeting by a jet of boiling water.

Red and angry, Malfoy stepped out. He stared at the railing in shock. Who the hell stole my clothes? And they didn't even have the decency to leave him his socks…or underpants. Well at least…oh great. They took the towels too.

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Malfoy cautiously opened the bathroom door. Crabbe had gone, and he was the last one in the dorm. Malfoy tiptoed over to the open door, banged it shut, and locked it.

Someone snickered audibly. "Who's there?"

He turned around. A strange little man in green was holding what looked like Creevey's camera. "AAAH!" Malfoy grabbed a pillow over an important part of his anatomy just as it took a shot of him in a very compromising situation.

The little man ran off. Malfoy swore loudly.

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Ginny took the photo from Tricky with a broad grin on her face. It was quite good. Malfoy was diving for a pillow with an utterly hilarious expression on his face.

Even Hermione couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Good work, Tricky. You only owe me one favour now."

"Good. Though this was fun, love. Just don't be going and indebting me to you again. I liked the pudding bit."

Ron, who was standing by, shouted indignantly, "Hey! That was the pudding Mum sent us! I was saving it for later!"

"Sorry Ron."

A/N: Please read and review. I hope you liked it. I'm really trying.