AN: Three words: Blame the homework. Better late than never, eh? And to make up for it, this chapter's comparatively long.

So, thank you to AlexatheKnight, who had no idea what she was getting herself into when she suggested her story be used – without her, I would've come up with something incredibly lame for a blackmail.

Also, it's about time I thanked all you patient readers; you've all been great and incredibly nice in your reviews.

Without further ado, here's the chapter.

"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape," intoned Henry.

"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape-"

"DUMBLEDORE!" shrieked Mr. Canis.

"Snape-"

"Ron, Ron, Ron Weasley," interrupted Puck.

"DUMBLEDORE!"

"Hermione," Daphne randomly cut in, "Hermione, Hermione."

"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, ugh, Harry Potter, Harry Potter, ooh, that's me!" said Jake, shaking his head wildly every time he said "Harry Potter".

"Snape-"

"Ron-"

"Hermione-"

"Harry Potter-"

"DUMBLEDORE!"

"Snape-"

"Harry Pot-ter,"

"Ron Weasley"

"Hermione-"

"DUMBLEDORE!"

Suddenly, they all started singing together.

"Singing a song, all day long, at HOOOG, warts..."

"Bwaha!" Sabrina woke up with a start.

Well, that was a weird dream.

As she got out of bed, Sabrina glanced at the calendar. Monday the 13th.

Okay, that was scary. Far scarier than Friday the 13th.

She had a math test today, too.

AlexatheKnight smiled. She had finally succeeded in hacking Sabrina's Facebook account. Facebook itself wasn't a problem, but Sabrina's computer had all sorts of magical anti-virus material on it.

She was ready for Phase 2.

Exiting out of Sabrina's account, Alexa created a phony account and used it to send Sabrina a message.

Hello Sabrina,

I'm afraid that your Facebook page is not as safe as you think. If you do not want me to change your relationship status to "In a Relationship" and post "I love fairies", then you must do a favor for me. You will have to get Puck's T-shirt and place it behind the Ferryport Landing Asylum under the mulberry tree by 5:30 pm tomorrow. If you fail to obey, be prepared to endure perpetual embarrassment.

Alexa smiled and clicked send. Now all she had to do was wait.

"Hello, this is the Credit Union shopping channel. What would you like to buy?" asked a chirrupy voice on the phone. Puck was devoting most of today to stealing Uncle Jake's credit card number. He recited the next lines from memory, as he had said it sixty-eight times already.

"I would like two dozen loofahs, sixteen bottles of Pepsi, 4 cages, two bottles of laxatives, 6 crates of empty grenades, a pair of headphones, 18 packages of post-its, a slinky, and a sheaf of college-ruled notebook paper."

He had a pretty good idea about what he was going to do with everything except the loofahs, which he was buying only because they sounded funny. He was going to drink the Pepsi (all in one sitting), put various things in the cages (like his dirty laundry, if it weren't for the fact he was wearing all his dirty laundry), slip the laxatives to various people, make some more glop grenades, use the headphones for their intended use (instead of trying to strangle a dragon with them, which is how he broke his last pair), stick the post-its all over the place, make annoying sounds with the slinky, and the notebook paper- well, Puck wasn't proud of it, but his English teacher assigned a lot of homework and Granny Relda had threatened to take away his ipod touch if he didn't do all of it.

Which, come to think of it, was a sad, sad threat. Puck had only discovered the wonders of Apple in the last 2 months and had been living perfectly well without them for 4,000 years.

"That would be $172 and 65 cents plus tax," said the overly cheerful voice. "What's your name and credit card number, sir?"

Puck mentally prepared himself for the 69th round of guessing.

"Jake Grimm, 456697278311."

There was a tantalizing pause while the lady checked the number. Puck got ready to hang up, before she threatened to call the police like that last one.

"Thank you, your order will be delivered to you in about three week's time."

Puck sat down in relief. Finally. He had succeeded! He let out a whoop and ran downstairs to eat something.

Now, if only he remembered what the number he had blurted out was.

Sabrina went downstairs to find Granny Relda "cooking" something that looked like a cross between a neon yellow steak and Puck's socks.

"Good morning, liebling. Breakfast won't be ready for another 20 minutes," said the old woman, smiling fondly at Sabrina. "I'm afraid we've ran out of sun-dried mice livers, so I had to make something else."

"That's grea- I mean, aw, what a shame," said Sabrina, feigning disappointment. "I'll be upstairs."

To get away from the smell, she added in her head.

Sabrina logged onto her Facebook account. She had 2 friend requests, 2 messages, and 4 notifications. After dealing with the requests, she opened the first message.

Hello Sabrina,

I'm afraid that your Facebook page is not as safe as you think...

Sabrina had to read the message three times before she finally understood it.

She had to get Puck's T-shirt.

But he only wore one T-shirt.

And although Granny Relda had bought him at least two dozen other shirts, they had all disappeared into the depths of his room.

She could tell him she needed his T-shirt and why, but he'd probably laugh at her and take some extra precautions to make sure she couldn't get it.

No, it was better to somehow get it off of him without him noticing. Sabrina slouched down in her chair.

It was going to be a long day.

After Seven Crap Hours Of Our Lives

"Granny! I'm home!" yelled Sabrina as she got into the house.

"Sabrina! Sabrina! Guess what?" Daphne shouted, running into the front hall. "I won the class spelling bee!"

"Good job, Daphne," smiled Sabrina, giving her little sister a high-five.

"Puck, guess what?" squealed Daphne, turning to greet Puck- boy fairy, king of juvenile delinquents, ex-heir of the throne of Faery, and, although he didn't know it, No. 1 on Sabrina's hit list tonight.

Same day, 2am

Sabrina eased Puck's bedroom door open. It creaked slightly, but was covered up by the sound of crickets in the night air. She knew where the trampoline was from that time she and Puck were handcuffed together, and she set off towards it. Sure enough, there was the trampoline, in a clearing with a moonlit figure on it.

Puck.

Unfortunately, he was wearing his T-shirt and jeans, not his footie pajamas. Sabrina had hoped in vain he would, but she guessed karma was getting her back for that time she took a picture of him wearing his rainbow unicorn 'jammies and holding Kraven the Deceiver.

Sabrina took a deep breath, steeled herself for what she was about to do, and tried not to think too much about what Puck would look like without his shirt on.

She crept up to the trampoline and climbed on as lightly as she could so the vibrations wouldn't wake Puck. She tiptoed over to him, then paused for a moment, watching for any signs of him waking up.

His eyelids flickered, but other than that he was still.

Sabrina gulped nervously, and began to carefully pull his T-shirt off. #%$! It would be easier if she could cut it off, but she didn't think her Facebook hacker would be happy about that.

She had his arms out. Now she just needed to get it over his head. Thank god Puck was a sound sleeper.

Slowly, slowly Sabrina eased his shirt over his chin, over his nose, and, finally, over his head. She breathed a sigh of relief, as she thought it was going to be harder than this. She gave one last gentle tug to get it completely off his head.

And that was when it got caught in Puck's unruly hair.

Puck let out a sharp cry of pain and stared blearily up at Sabrina.

"Sabrina?" he muttered groggily, "What are you do- hey, where's my shirt?" Puck was suddenly very much awake.

And Sabrina was very much aware of the blood rushing to her face.

"I knew you wanted me, but isn't this going a bit far?" asked the poor fairy (who was, for once, the victim).

Sabrina didn't dare to look up.

"I feel all exposed and nasty!" Puck exclaimed.

Sabrina finally found her voice. "What about that time Granny Relda made you take a bath?"

"I...was young then. Very young."

Sabrina dared to look up at his face, and realized he wasn't mad. Not really. Just confused, embarrassed, and slightly amused.

"So, Grimm, what were you pulling?"

It took a while to explain everything to Puck, as he kept interrupting. ("And what's wrong with having 'I love fairies' on you wall?" "Why does that creeper want my shirt anyways?" "What does 'perpetual' mean?")

He did, however, have one legit question.

"Why didn't you just ask me for it?"

Sabrina answered honestly. "I thought you wouldn't give it to me."

"Do you honestly think I would rather you take it off me while I was sleeping than just giving it to you and getting another T-shirt?" Puck was incredulous.

"Yeah."

"Well, you're crazy," Puck scoffed. "Here, have a T-shirt." He tossed his shirt toward Sabrina.

"Thanks," she said, catching it. As she turned to go, Puck called out.

"Hey, Grimm? One more thing."

"What?" Sabrina asked, turning back to look at him.

"I lost the game."

By the way, I'm thinking of posting the Halloween chapters as a separate story, since they have nothing whatsoever to do with computers. Opinion?