I am so sick of the blooming lot of them. Ginny Weasley thought
to herself as she stormed up the stairs the girl’s dormitory. She shoved
the door open; the force sent it careening into the stone wall of the
“I don’t know who is worse,” she said to the empty room. “Fred and George
and their foolish practical jokes, or Ron who goes along with them every
time they play a prank on me. Well, I’ll show them. I am going to teach
them all a lesson they’ll never forget!”
With that brave declaration, Ginny climbed up on to her four-poster bed
and fell asleep.
Down in the common room, the three Weasley brothers, Harry and Hermione
stared at each other in amazement. They’d seen Ginny mad before, but
never as mad as that.
Harry turned to Fred and George and said, “Alright, what did you two
do to her this time?”
Fred and George looked at each other and back to Harry.
“We didn’t do anything this time,” declared Fred.
“No, honestly, we didn’t,” said George.
“Well, somebody did something,” stated Hermione baldly, “and he or she
had better watch out because that girl is on the warpath.”
As she spoke, Hermione became aware of the soft sound of laughter beside
her. She turned to look and found Ron laughing silently. Laughing so
hard that he could barely contain his mirth. “I think we found our culprit,”
Finally, Ron could no longer contain himself and he exploded with laughter.
“It was me, it was the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life. Ginny...sh-sh-she
just kept getting angrier and angrier,” he tried to say, but he dissolved
back into a fit of laughter.
Harry gave Ron a few whacks on the back to help him catch his breath.
“Ron, will you get yourself under control,” Hermione demanded. “We can’t
understand a thing you are saying.”
“Sure Herm,” he gasped. “Just give me a second. You are going to love
Hermione got a thoughtful look on her face. “Don’t say anything yet,”
she said as she stood up. “Let me take my books upstairs, then I’ll be
right down. I don’t want to miss a thing.”
Hermione grabbed her bag and ran up the stairs.
“Pssst. Ginny. Wake up,” she whispered as she shook the girl’s sleeping
form. “I’m going back downstairs, but I want you to sneak down to the
doorway and listen to what we are saying. I think you’ll find it quite
With that, Hermione dashed out the door, followed more slowly by Ginny.
“Ok Ron, you can start now,” said Hermione as she sat down next to Harry.
“Well, Fred and George asked Ginny to help them with the books for their
new business,” began Ron.
“And a capital idea it was,” said George.
“That’s right,” agreed Fred. “Nobody is as good as numbers as our Ginny.”
On the stairs, Ginny felt some of her anger melting away as the boys
“Well, anyhow,” Ron continued, annoyed at being interrupted by the twins.
“I replaced the ink in her ink bottle before she started working today.
No matter what she did, every time she wrote something, all that would
show up on the paper was, I love Harry Potter!”
“What!!!” both Fred and George exclaimed.
“You stupid little git,” continued George. “That’s our business.”
“That’s right you smarmy little bugger,” added Fred.
“That’s how we plan on making a living!” interjected George.
Harry and Hermione just sat silently staring at Ron.
Ginny had heard enough. She quietly crept up the stairs and began making
plans for revenge.
“Hey Ron,” Harry called from across the Gryffindor common room. “Do
you have any sweets? I’m starving all of a sudden.”
“I don’t know,” Ron replied, as he stood up from the chair. “I don’t
think so, I was going to stock up this weekend in Hogsmeade, but let me
go take a look.”
Ron left the common room, and Harry risked glancing across the room to
Ginny who winked at him covertly and turned back to her potions homework.
Ron came thundering back down the stairs to the common room. “I was
wrong Harry. I found this box of sugar quills in my trunk. Here,” he
said, “have one.” He tried to hand the package to Harry,
“No thanks, Ron,” replied Harry as he stifled a laugh. “I changed my
“Oh, well, whatever,” said Ron. He set the box down on the table and
picked up his Divinations homework. “Harry, have you seen my quill, I
thought I left it right here?” he asked as he looked all around his chair.
“Uh...no,” answered Harry. “Why don’t you just use one of the sugar
quills to write with until you find your other quill?”
“Might as well, I have to get this done, or Trelawney will kill me,”
said Ron. He opened the box and picked up a quill. He began to scribble
madly on his parchment with the quill. A moment later Lavender Brown
entered the common room.
“Hi, Ron,” she trilled as she sat on the arm of his chair. “Are you
doing your Divinations homework? I can help you with it if you’d like.
Professor Trelawney says I have the sight you know.”
Lavender reached down and grabbed his hand. “I see romance for you Ron
Weasley. Romance with someone close to you.” She leaned closer and added,
“Someone who loves small furry animals.”
Ron pulled his hand away. His face turned every shade of red imaginable.
“Uh…no thanks, Lav. I have to run to the library,” he stammered as he
gathered up his books, parchment and sugar quills. “I’ll see you later
Harry managed a strangled, “Bye Ron,” as he tried to contain his laughter.
He leaned over to help Lavender up off the floor.
“Bye, Ronnie. Remember what I saw in your palm,” Lavender shouted as
Ron ran out of the room.
Ron scrambled out past the portrait of the fat lady and headed off to
the library. What the heck is wrong with Lavender? he thought to
himself. I certainly don’t mind the help with the homework, but I’m
going to have a romance with someone who loves small furry animals? What
was that all about?
Ron entered the library and spread his books out ready to start working
once again. He picked up his sugar quill and absentmindedly nibbled on
it while he tried to come up with some dire predications about himself.
Madam Pince walked quietly across the room and came to stand next to
Ron. “Working on Divinations, Mr. Weasley?” she whispered as she leaned
down next to him. “We have some wonderful books on Divination in the
Restricted Section. I’d be happy to take you there myself so that we
could look at them in private.
Ron’s face again turned every different shade of red known to man.
“N-n-no th-th-thanks Madam Pince,” he stammered. “I-I forg-g-ot something
back in my room. I have to leave. NOW!”
Ron gathered up his stuff and ran from the room, oblivious to the soft
sound of giggling that came from behind him.
After a rather sleepless night, Ron got up and made his way down to the
Cautiously, he took his usual place next to Harry and began to fill his
plate. Hermione sat across from the two boys.
“Ron, I must say, you look rather, well, dreadful,” stated Hermione in
her usual no nonsense voice.
“Thanks Hermione, glad to see you are being so supportive,” muttered
Ron. “Do either of you notice anything different about me?”
“Yes,” chimed in Ginny as she took a seat next to Hermione. “You look
even pastier than usual.”
“Butt out Ginny, nobody asked you,” snapped Ron. He turned to Harry
and Hermione. “I’m headed down to Potions. Are you two coming?”
“We’ll be along in a minute,” said Harry as he shot the two girls a look.
“We’re not quite finished here.”
“Fine,” said Ron. He gathered up his belongings and muttered, “I never
in a million years thought I’d be looking forward to Potions.”
Harry, Hermione and Ginny waited until Ron was out of earshot before
they burst out laughing.
“Ginny, you have to stop this,” Harry said as he tried to compose himself.
“Poor Ron looks like he’s losing his mind.
“Good,” said Ginny laughing. “He deserves it after all the pranks he’s
pulled on me. He’s just as bad as Fred and George. Seriously though,
I couldn’t have done it without your help, both of you.” She glanced
at both Harry and Hermione.
“When are you going to end this?” Hermione asked.
“Tomorrow night at the latest, I promise,” Ginny said. “And if I don’t,
you have my permission to tell Ron everything. Now get to Potions you
two. I’ll be along in a minute, thanks to Harry’s invisibility cloak.”
Ron walked into the dungeon classroom where Potions was held and placed
his books down on the table.
“Hi Ron,” said a rather shrill voice that was trying to sound seductive.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
Ron turned to find Pansy Parkinson walking slowly across the classroom
“Where have you been all my life handsome?” Pansy continued.
Without a word, Ron grabbed his stuff and ran out the door, past Harry
“She’s gone insane,” he yelled as he went by.
Harry and Hermione burst out laughing and Ginny’s light little giggle
could be heard faintly as she turned and raced after her brother.
Ron, gasping for breath, dove into the out of order girls lavatory that
was the home of moaning Myrtle.
He stood at the sink, splashing water over his face, and didn’t notice
the door quietly opening and closing as Ginny, still shielded by Harry’s
cloak, slipped in.
“What is going on?” he said out loud. “Is the whole world going insane?
Maybe I’ll just stay in here until I die.” He leaned against the sink.
“Oh Ron, wouldn’t that be wonderful,” said Moaning Myrtle. “Then we
could spend eternity together.”
“Oh God, not you, too,” shouted Ron. “I’m getting out of here.”
Ron ran out of the girl’s lavatory, and straight into Professor McGonagall.
“Oh good, Mr. Weasley, there you are. I was looking for you,” said the
professor. “I thought you might want some Transfiguration tutoring.”
Ron looked at her with fear, grabbed his bag and ran out the door and
across the grounds of the school to Hagrid’s cottage.
“I’ll be safe here,” he panted.
He pounded on the door, “Hagrid! Hagrid! It’s me, Ron. Let me in.”
The door opened and Ron tumbled inside. He landed in a lump at Hagrid’s
“Eh, Ron,” said Hagrid. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Rubeus, who iz zis charming little gentleman?” asked a voice
from the back of the room.
Ron looked up trembling in fear as Madame Maxime walked into the light.
“Hello you ‘andsome thing. Come sit with Madame Maxime and tell me all
Ron groaned, got up and ran out the door for all he was worth.
I know, he said to himself. I’ll go to the Quidditch pitch.
I should be safe there.
When Ron arrived at the Quidditch pitch, he found a secret practice going
on. Fred and George were training as chasers, while two of the regular
chasers, Katie and Angelina, were floating on their brooms holding bats
to hit any stray Bludgers that came their way.
Ron crept quietly up into the stands and took out a piece of parchment
and one of the sugar quills and began to write down everything that had
happened in the last 24 hours. Suddenly, he heard yelling coming from
the Quidditch pitch. He looked up to see Katie trying to hit Angelina
with her bat screaming, “He’s mine! He’s mine! I saw him first.”
Without a second thought, Ron shoved everything into his bag and took
of running yet again. He made it back to the castle and slipped through
the hallways trying to stay in the shadows. At the portrait of the Fat
Lady he whispered the password, “Bonbons.”
“Oh yes you handsome boy, bonbons it is, and would you care to share
some with me?” asked the Fat Lady. “Why don’t you climb right up here
into my frame and have a seat?”
The portrait was moving to reveal the passage way even as the Fat Lady
was speaking and Ron wasted no time in climbing through and entering the
Gryffindor common room.
A few minutes later, Hermione and Harry entered the room and sat on either
side of Ron.
“Ginny, I think he’s had enough,” said Hermione to the apparently empty
“Oh no, now you two are talking to invisible people,” moaned Ron. “The
world is going crazy.”
Suddenly he sat up. “Invisible people?” he said in an outraged voice.
“Invisible people? Ginny Weasley, you show yourself right now!”
Ginny took of the invisibility cloak and dissolved into laughter. “Had
enough Ronnie Boy?” she asked.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
“First, do you promise never, and I mean NEVER to play another
practical joke on me again?” she asked.
“Anything, anything, just tell me what’s going on here,” begged Ron,
his voice cracking from all the stress he’d been under.
“Empty your bag,” said Ginny. “Let’s see if you can figure it out.”
Ron dumped the contents of the bag on the floor and began to sort through
“Parchment, ink, spell book, sugar quills….” He stopped. “You did something
to the sugar quills.”
“That’s right their charmed to turn you into an irresistible ‘Studmuffin’
to the opposite sex,” said Ginny. “Hermione helped me find the charm,
and I hid them in your trunk, with the help of Harry’s invisibility cloak.
I also followed you around all day ready to do the counter charm in case
you got into any real problems.”
“Any real problems?! Are you crazy? This day has been nothing
but problems,” he complained.
He turned towards Hermione. “How come you weren’t affected by this?”
“I had a counter charm,” she said blushing slightly.
“Too bad,” said Ron “I wouldn’t have run from you. Ginny, can you please
reverse this spell now? I swear, no more practical jokes on you. I don’t
think I could go through anything like this again.”
“Lusticus Endus,” said Ginny as she waved her wand over the sugar
quills on the floor. “There, it’s over,” she said.
Just then Parvati Patil walked into the room.
“Hi everybody,” she said. “Ron, Padma was looking for you, did she find
Ron gave a strangled gasp and ran from the room while the others laughed
and Parvati stared in confusion