AN: O 64, and the prompt is: Carrying out a practical joke together. Do I have to mention again that it was not my number?
"I'm done," Ginny exclaimed as she closed her Charms book and put her finished essay in her bag.
"Perfect," grinned Harry. "Do you have any plans?"
"Oh, I could think of several things," Ginny replied, climbing onto Harry's lap. With a big grin, she put her head on his shoulder.
"Oy, get a room," moaned her brother Ron from the other end of the table.
"Get a room if you want to be alone," Ginny replied, demonstratively kissing Harry on the cheek.
"You two are sweeter than Honeyduke's Crystallized Pineapple, and those are already far too sweet," muttered Ron sourly and moved over to the next table where Hermione had spread out her books.
Ginny shook her head. "Ron has been getting on my nerves a lot lately," she said. "It's like he can't see when we're having some fun."
"He'll get used to it," Harry said with a chuckle, caressing Ginny's cheek. "He'll have no other choice."
"Maybe we should give a little push to get his brain going," Ginny replied.
"Oh, maybe ..." Harry hesitated for a moment. "Maybe I have an idea."
Ginny looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Just wait and see," Harry said, reaching into his school bag, pulling out a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "But whatever you do, don't touch this box, or you'll spoil the fun."
"Now I'm curious," Ginny said with a giggle and snuggled closer to Harry.
"I actually wanted to 'forget' the box in Snape's classroom. But I still have a few more," Harry said as he placed the box on the middle of the table.
A few minutes later, Ron got up. Obviously, he was done with his homework and started packing his things into his school bag.
"Gin, do you fancy a walk down to the lake?" Harry suddenly asked.
"Yeah, why not. Better than sitting in here," Ginny replied.
"I'm just taking my bag up to my room. I'll be right back," Harry said a little louder than necessary.
Ginny's eyes followed Harry as he climbed the first steps to the boy's dorms as he paused and turned around. "Oh, Ginny. Can you bring me the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, please? I almost forgot about it."
Puzzled, Ginny briefly glanced at the box and then back to Harry, who had clearly said not to touch the box.
"I'll bring it with me," Ron's voice came from the next table. "I need to head upstairs, too." He threw his bag over his shoulder and picked up the box of sweets.
"Don't snack," Ginny said, wagging her finger warningly at her brother.
"I won't. You know me," Ron muttered, shaking his head.
"Yes, I know you. That's why I say it," Ginny replied, almost bursting with curiosity about what was about to happen.
She didn't have to wait long. Her brother had just disappeared up the stairs when he began to swear aloud. "Bloody hell. Potter, you are going to die."
Laughing loudly, Ginny jumped up and ran to the stairs where a bald-headed Ron stormed up to his dormitory, uttering a never-ending torrent of swear words.
Shaking her head, she reached for the lid of the box that was lying on the floor and read the small sticker in the corner: "New WWW collection. Deceptively real-looking Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."
