By the time Harry finally finished his homework, it was midnight, and his face was a black mess. He prepared to go upstairs to his dormitory, but Lee stopped.
"Harry, I'm scared. Can you sleep down here with me?" she asked with a pleading note in her voice.
Harry grimaced. He had been hoping to escape Lee's torturous ways, but it seemed as though he was going to have to sleep with her. Harry summoned his mattress, covers and blankets from the dormitory. He made his bed and prepared for a long night.
Surprisingly, Harry got to three o'clock when he first woke up from a Voldemort-filled nightmare. Usually he would only get about an hours worth of sleep. Tonight, however, maybe for the first time in months he would get a good night's sleep. That's when Harry noticed.
His skin was green. Not like Slytherin-green or anything; it was glow in the dark green. Harry panicked. He wasn't wearing any clothes either. What had happened? When he peeled away his sheets, he found that his sheets were soaked in glow-in-the-dark-glue.
Harry did the only thing he could think of. "HERMIONE!"
Hermione sleepily slumped down the stairs, her wand lit. "What?"
"Put out your wand light," Harry commanded.
Hermione frowned. "Nox." Then she gasped. "Harry, what happened to you?"
"I volunteered to babysit Lee, and everything went down hill from then," Harry answered.
"Harry, Lee didn't do this to you," Hermione snapped.
"Yes she did!" Harry cried. "Look at my sheets." Harry showed her the glow-in-the-dark glue. "Who else has been near me since I went to sleep down here? Who?"
"Fred and George probably did this to you while you were sleeping," Hermione answered dismissively.
Coincidentally, Fred and George climbed through the portrait hole when Hermione said this. They looked as if they had just finished raiding the kitchen, which they had.
"Hermione, we swear to god we didn't do this," Fred said.
"We only wish we had," George added. "Whoever did this is a master pranker!"
"I told you it was Lee!" Harry exclaimed.
"Harry, Lee didn't do this!" Hermione cried, exasperated.
"Then who did?" Harry demanded.
Hermione didn't have an answer. "I don't know!" Hermione shouted at last "But I'm going to wait for some real evidence before I start accusing someone."
"Then how come you accused us?" George cried.
"Because you're Fred and George," Hermione answered.
"Touché."