The Joke of the Year

One sunny day on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fred and George Weasley sat in the shadows discussing a new idea for a prank.

Fred: That sounds great! So...whom shall we pull it on, dear brother?

George: (smirks) let's see...how about Draco Malfoy?

Fred: All right...we'll do it tonight.

Later on that night...

George: Have you got everything, Fred?

Fred: I have the shaving cream, 2 ice blocks, pumpkin shaped marshmallows, a big red clown nose, celery, and a wig.

George: Excellent! That sounds like everything.

The twins made their way down to the dungeon area.

George: It was great that you followed that bloke Crabbe down here to find out the password.

Fred: Yes, I didn't know that the wig hid my appearance that well; he really thought that I was a 7^th year Slytherin.

Both: Ha-ha ha-ha haha!

The brothers were now silently creeping to the boy's dormitories.

Fred: Shh, let's not make any noise; we certainly don't want Snape on our hands.

George: Too right you are, Fred.

Fred: Well, there's Draco; it's time to get started.

George: Would you like to do the honors?

Fred: When would I ever turn down an offer like that?

George: I was just making sure; don't go mental on me; we've got mum for that.

Fred: (laughs) Very true. Well let's get started.

So Fred and George got started. They stuck the big red clown nose on Draco's nose, stuck the celery in his ears, put the shaving cream all over his face, hung the ice blocks up around his bed so when he sat up he would smack into them, and shoved the marshmallows in his mouth. When the twins were done, they stood and surveyed their work.

George: Look's great...but it's missing something...

Fred: Ah! Almost forgot. (he takes his wand out of his robes and puts a permanent sticking charm on everything on Draco's body.)

George: Great, Fred! Now, let's get out of here before Snape catches us.

The next morning....

Fred and George woke a little bit earlier than usual. They had also plotted the night before, that they would have a little fun with Snape. They snuck down to the dungeon in which Potions is taught, and permanently stuck some leftover materials on the door. Next, they decided it would be best to do a complicated charm that rids the door of any incriminating evidence that might show that Fred and George had done it. By the time they were done, it was around the time all the other students were beginning to wake. They hurried back to the common room. Once there, they saw their best friend, Lee Jordan.

Lee: Good morning!

Fred: Yes a wonderful morning!

Lee: Why are you so cheerful? (he looks suspiciously at the twins)

George: Let's not spoil the surprise now, Fred.

Fred: You're right, but let's head down to the Great Hall.

Lee: I'm more confused now than I've ever been in one of McGonagall's lessons.

Fred and George both snicker at this remark, and continue to make their way down to the Great Hall. Once there, they saw that there were only 1^st year male Slytherin's. They were all looking very sullen, as if someone had woken up in a bad mood. A few moment's later, Snape stormed into the Great Hall, more greasy and horrible looking than usual. Snape spoke a few quiet words to Dumbledore, and then left the room. Dumbledore stood up and began to speak.

Dumbledore: Professor Snape has just told me some bad news. Someone obviously thought it would be funny to, ahem, pull a prank on Professor Snape, and Draco Malfoy. When Draco awoke this morning, he apparently hit his head pretty hard on two giant ice blocks. The force of this to a half-asleep person isn't very good. We've sent an owl to Draco's father, because Draco won't be with us the rest of the year. Draco has a head injury, and is therefore being taken to St. Mungo's where he will be staying in the long-term recovery center. If anyone has any information on who did this, please come forward with your information. Now, Professor Snape has told me, that because of what was written on the door to his classroom, he will be using Veritiserem on all those who could be incriminating enough to do that to him and young Mr. Malfoy.

The whole Hall sat in silence at his words. Several people where holding back snickers, while at the Slytherin table, Pansy Parkinson burst into tears and said...

Pansy: Oh, my poor Drackie-poo, he just can't be taken away from me!

Pansy rushed out of the Great Hall, her face in her hands. Fred and George exchange silent looks. They slowly walked out of the Hall with Lee following.

Lee: Guys...? Is this what you wanted to tell me?

Fred: (looks down) Yeah...

George: We weren't going to hurt him that badly...just hurt him a little so it would be funny...

Lee: Well it looks like you guys are in a lot of trouble.

George: (in a sarcastic tone) Thanks, Lee, we could have never figured that one out on our own.

Fred: George, let's not be rude. It's not Lee's fault that he's not brilliant like us.

George: How true, how true...

Later in the Common Room, Fred, George, and Lee sit discussing Draco Malfoy.

George: Should we...

Fred: No, that wouldn't work...Maybe...

George: You know that wouldn't be right.

Fred: Yeah...Lee?

Lee: Why don't you just get over to St. Mungo's somehow and apologize to him and Mr. Malfoy?

Fred and George: Apologize?? To that little freak? No way.

George: Never.

Lee: Well we're kinda back where we started.