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#77: I may not charm the words "Ferret Boy" on Draco Malfoy's forehead.

-PJatOgirl

"Ferret!" Fred coughed. The blonde Slytherin, Draco, flinched. The boys had been coughing or somehow making relevant to conversation that word ever since yesterday when Mad Eye had Transfigured Malfoy into that silly animal. Malfoy was apparently terrified of the word, and it was quite entertaining to watch his reactions. Fred coughed again just as we entered the Potions classroom. "Ferret!"

"Professor!" the boy whined to Snape. "These Weasley's and their friend have been teasing me all day!"

"Weasleys. Jordan." Snape drawled. "Ten points from Gryffindor."

"But Professor!" I protested. "Taking ten points is hardly fair when they aren't feeling well. It's just too bad that poor Draco is paranoid."

"Fine. But if I hear one single cough from any Gryffindor today, I'm taking points." He turned his back on us and I smirked. We took our seats.

The lesson was simple, and we made our potion quietly. Though none of us four are any good at potions, we are decent enough to pass. We're better than Neville, that's for sure. We didn't want to risk making Snape mad, so we kept our mouths shut. Draco kept smirking at us, the little git. Ronnie, Harry, and Hermione seemed distracted, which I suppose can be expected when one of you is the Fourth Champion. Neville was at the brunt end of Snape's criticism, like always. I swear that man has some personal grudge against the poor boy. When class was almost over, I'd gotten tired of Draco's triumphant looks.

"Class dismissed." Snape finally announced. Everyone stood up and started filing out of the room. I pretended to dig around in my bag until Draco was just walking past me. I pointed my wand and quickly whispered a charm I'd made up. The sound was masked by the talking of the other students. Then I stood up and walked out of the classroom with the boys.

It was time for lunch, and the whole class rushed to the Great Hall. Lee, George, Fred, and I sat at Gryffindor table, waiting for the food to magically appear on our plates. Before it did, some girl shrieked. Everyone turned toward the sound…and realized it wasn't a girl, it was dear old Draco Malfoy. He'd caught his reflection in the silver plates, and finally notice the words on his forehead. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw all burst out laughing, but Slytherin was mostly silent. 'Mostly' because Draco himself was still shrieking. I couldn't help but admire my handiwork. 'Ferret Boy' was spelled out in big print letters for all to read. Well, all except Crabbe and Goyle, who were staring at their ringleaders head, trying to decipher the writing.

"WHO DID THIS? MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!" Draco shouted. The teachers were slumped in their seats, shaking their heads, obviously not wanting to bother punishing me. Draco's eyes fell on me. "YOU!" he steamed accusingly.

I looked around and then pointed at myself. "Me?" I asked innocently.

"You. You did this." He fumed. "Professors!"

"Oh, five points from Gryffindor, Jones. Malfoy, shut up!" McGonagall groaned. I smirked, but Draco was infuriated.

"Only five points?!" He screamed.

"Yes. Only five points." I said. Then I turned back to my plate and whispered the counter charm into my food. The words disappeared and I considered this mischief managed.