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"You're going to be sorry. I'm going to make you pay." I threatened the two before grabbing Harry and marching out.
I marched down the hall and threw my bedroom door open.
"Um...what can we do?" I murmured to myself as I began to pace back and forth. Harry's head turned back and forth as he watched.
"Ginny..." Harry began "what in Merlin's name are you doing?" I stopped and turned to face my green eyed lover boy.
"Planning the downfall of Gred." I responded bluntly. He snorted as he attempted to stifle a laugh. "I'm serious Harry."
"You can't be Sirius, your Ginny." Harry joked.
"Shut up and help me." I rolled my eyes at his lame joke. Just as Harry was about to respond the door to my room flung open and hit the wall with a loud crash. Hermione stood in the doorway and to put it lightly she looked pissed. I bet if she was on of those muggle cartoons that Dad was telling me about steam would be pouring out of her ears.
"I want to help." She declared with fire in her eyes. I smirked and tugged my two accomplices into a huddle. We began whispering ideas back and forth.
"We could take their underwear and..." Hermione suggested in a hushed tone. I stepped back from the huddle as a huge grin spread out across my face.
After an hour of discussion, we finally had a plan. The plan would start tomorrow.
The morning sun was bright; too bright for my liking. I groaned and tugged my quilt over my head to stop the bloody sun from blinding me. It had very little affect though, the stupid bloody sun still found its way through my blanket. I grumbled as I gave up trying to hang onto the last wonderful bits of sleep. I tossed the blanket off myself and rolled out of my warm bed.
I trudged down stairs, trying not to slip on my too big hand me down pants from Bill. I got to the table, plopped myself down and started to fill my plate with my eyes half closed.
"Your father and I are off to the Ministry to take care of some business." Mum spoke cheerfully as she kissed each of her children on the head. I looked up from my plate and opened my eyes fully. I saw Ron, Hermione, Harry, but no twins. They rarely went without food.
"Where's Fred and George?" I wondered to myself.
"They had to do some work at their shop." Harry stated. I stared at him with my eyes wide. Harry just read my mind. How long has he been able to do this? Help me Merlin! Can he hear me thinking about him reading my mind? Harry stop reading my mind! I know you can hear me! I continued my frantic mind-shouting until Harry oh-so-rudely shoved me.
"What was that for?" I hollered at my rude abusive boyfriend.
"You wouldn't answer me." Harry responded calmly, "Why were you staring at me?"
"You read my mind." It was his turn to stare after I said that. Harry's face was riddled with confusion, so I explained myself. "You answered me when I wondered where Fred and George were."
"You said that out loud."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No." We continued our yeses and nos as Ron announced that he was going to take a shower.
"STOP IT!" Hermione screeched as Ron went up the stairs. Harry and I quickly shut our mouths and faced the bossy Gryffindor. Hermione continued with her voice just barely above a whisper. "Now is the perfect time to get them back. Now that Ron is in the shower, we can get all of his boxers. Getting all of Fred and George's might be harder. But, I know for a fact that both of them are going commando today. So we don't have to worry about getting the ones that they're wearing..."
"Wait-how do you know that my brothers' don't have any underwear on today?" I inquired Hermione.
"It's Sunday." She responded as a blush rose to her cheeks.
"Well, let's just say that it involves Lavender, Parvati, a dare, your brothers, and some permanent scarring on my retinas. In the end I found out that the twins go commando on Sundays." She explained. Not wanting any more explanation, I suggested we split up before Ron got out of the shower.
I headed to the laundry room, so I could fish the boxers out of the laundry. The door creaked on its rusty hinges and I let it slowly click shut. I blindly reached my hand into a pile of dirty clothes and shrieked. I picked up a lacy pink thong that was not mine. I threw it over my shoulder, trying to get the images of one of my brothers in the thong, or worse one of my parents.
After a couple of minutes I had went through every pile of clothes; clean and dirty. It was then that I realized Ron had to have brought a change of clothes into the bathroom to avoid walking through the house in only a towel. I looked over to the metal slide that lead to our one and only bathroom. Without a second thought I began to climb as quickly and quietly as I could.
I reached the tiny wood door at the top of the shoot and yanked it open. The bathroom was so filled with thick, creamy steam that I could barely see past the toilet which was right under the tiny door. I wiggled my slim body through the door and climbed into the bathroom. Hoping that the steam was thick enough for Ron not to see me, I began to search for the boxers.
"Hermione..." Ron moaned.
'Hermione is getting the twins boxers.’ I thought to myself. 'Why is he moaning Hermione?' I continued thinking for a few more seconds before I came to a realization, 'Ewww he's-.' I tried to suppress a gag as I realized what he was doing. I grabbed Ron's boxers and held onto the sink to pull myself off the floor. My hand clasped onto a long, hard, rectangular object. I squinted through the heavy mist and saw a ruler. An idea flashed through my head. I smiled evilly to myself as I opened the tiny wood door and slid down with the boxers in hand. Once I landed, I grabbed the other pile of boxers and headed to find some shrinking potion.
Once I got hold of the shrinking potion, I met Harry and Hermione in the backyard.
"You ready?" Hermione asked with an armful of my brothers undergarments.
"Yep. I just want to do something to them before you send them into the air." I responded as I tore the boxers from Harry and Hermione and plopped myself onto the ground. I began to smear the potion onto the fronts of each one.
"What are you doing?" Harry questioned as Hermione's eyes widened when she realized what I was doing.
"Shrinking potion." I threw my head back and cackled madly. I quickly stopped my mad cackling and finished up. Hermione whipped out her wand and with a quick flick the underpants fluttered to life and soared to the sky.
We hurried back inside just in time to hear Ron scream, "Where the BLOODY HELL are my underpants?!" I ran upstairs to watch Ron's reaction. He ran around franticly like a chicken with its head cut off. One hand was clutched around a fluffy blue towel while the other groped around for his boxers. His head shot up and he dashed to the window.
"What the hell?!" Ron shouted questionably. A pair of maroon boxers with little snitches flying around on them floated in front of the window. He tore open the window and attempted to snatch them. The maroon shorts bobbed out of his reach and zoomed to the back yard.
I started to laugh openly at his expense. He spun around and shot super evil death glares at me as he stormed out of the room. I heard him march down the stairs and slam the back door.
I followed Ron's suit and went to the back yard. I started to laugh at his expense again as I watched Ron jump around like a mad monkey in a blue towel. Harry and Hermione popped up next to me and joined in my laughter.
"You really shouldn't have put that shrinking potion in their underwear." Harry whispered through his chuckling.
"Yeah I agree." Hermione joined in.
"What? They deserve it. Why would you care?" I sputtered.
"It kills a guy's ego, hurt's them as a man." Harry commented.
"I know that. That's the point."
"You really shouldn't." Hermione muttered.
"Why do you care so much?" I questioned the blushing girl. I watched her look anywhere but at me, she dug her foot into the ground and avoided my question. "You want to shag my brother. Ew!! You want to do my brother!! Ew. Ew. Ew. Bad images. Bad images." I freaked. I stomped my feet and ran in circles like a garden gnome that was about to be de-gnomed.
CRACK! Startled, I jumped about a meter in the air. CRACK! I screamed and jumped again with a swift landing flat on my arse. Fred and George stood in the yard staring in awe at the flying underwear. The shorts danced around in the brisk air, taunting the boys as they reached up and made a grab at one.
After several long minutes of jumping boys and as my stomach started to hurt from the laughter they finally got hold of their boxers. They looked smugly back at us with their arms full of colorful shorts.
"Good but not good enough." George commented as he led Ron and Fred back inside. Several minutes later there was one scream to be heard, and then another, and then another. A stampede came from inside the house and slammed through the back door.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" Fred screeched at us. Hermione and Harry threw their hands up in innocence and backed into the house.
"Oh what do you mean dear brother of mine?" I smiled sweetly at the enraged boys.
"It shrunk." Ron gritted through his clenched teeth.
"It?" I smiled evilly. Each red headed boy promptly pointed to their crotches. "Good enough?" I started to laugh as their faces turned fiery red and steam practically came pouring out of their ears. I sobered up quickly as I saw murder clearly written on their faces. I then did the only thing that I could think of at the time. I ran. I ran fast.
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