First Prank Error

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Saturday. Our last day of school. I am HAPPY! Happier than when Seven Super Girls uploaded another video. Although it makes me a little sad it's the last day but I'm prepared to have more Christmasy fun. Today is my ultimate favorite thing to do in the whole world. P. R. A. N. K. S! Me and Ron planned two pranks on Brianna and Hermione. My target is Hermione, his is Brianna. Not because he's obviously nervous to prank her knowing how smart she is to get revenge. Harry was utmost relieved he isn't one of the victims this time. My prank is cheesy armpits!! Nasty but awesome. Ron's toilet overflow prank. He learnt a few tricks from Fred and George on that one. It was after 12pm lunch. We went through the portrait hole and let out an exhale. Hermione stretched. "Anyone happy exams are over? Even surprised myself to ask this question." She blurted. "Yeah." We agreed in a obvious tone. It took every ounce of me to fight off the smirk. Harry flunked himself on the armchair and dropped his backpack beside his legs. I flunked myself on the couch and pulled out my tablet for movie purposes. Brianna huffed. "I'll be back. Bathroom break." She told me. Ron lightly snorted but cleared his throat. She looked at him weirdly. Brianna ignored and walked out. "Why are you snorting?" Hermione asked. "Nothing!" He sing-songed innocently. She rolled her eyes annoyedly and went up to our dorm. I crisscrossed my legs while turning the Tarzan movie. "Anybody likes Tarzan?" I asked. They nodded, sitting beside me and paid attention to the screen. Harry breathed nervously. "You sure she won't kill you?" He asked. Ron scoffed. "What would she do? Use the leg curse so I could hop like a rabbit?" He joked. I playfully rolled my eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Clearly, you're not related to her." I said. Harry returned the gesture while nodding. "And clearly, you never tried hiding from her." He added. Ron stared in disbelief. "Wow. You two must really be desperate to scare me." He said sarcastically. We rolled our eyes and went back to watching the film. Until...

SLAM!

A shriek from the Fat Lady erupted as Brianna and three second year girls walked angrily inside. They were highly drenched and soaked. "RON!" She yelled angrily. He squealed fearfully. "GET HIM!" One girl shouted. He screamed as they began chasing him around the room and through the portrait hole. I shrugged. "We told him." I deadpanned. Harry nodded in agreement. "Will we see him again later?" He asked. I smiled and snickered. "If he's still got bones." I joked. He chuckled. "True." He agreed. My brain clicked. Hermione came down holding a book. "Sky, wanna go to the library for reading?" She asked, smiling. Why not? My prank won't happen until dinner time so I'm apparently good. I returned the gesture and got off the couch. "Sure! Wanna come Harry?" I asked. He nodded his head no. "I'll be leaving to help Ron. The girls are probably drenching him in the fountain." He said, run-walking to the hole. She sighed annoyedly. "What did he do?" She asked. "Ask if he survives." I said and shoved my tablet in my backpack.

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Dinner and prank was in motion. Not to mention, it was our last dinner together before tomorrow. I'd be feeling a little sad if I weren't so giddy. Hermione decidedly took a shower which gave an advantage to sneak in our room and switch her deodorant to fill it with spread cheese. We sat on our table and feasted. Surprisingly, the girls tried tying Ron underneath a tree until he apologized. He huffed deeply. "Just don't get it! How can four of them get wet?! One toilet was supposed to overflow!" He complained. Brianna, who's been glaring silently the whole time, kept stabbing the stuff in her chicken soup with her fork. Fred and George's eyes widened. "Oi! You happen to overflow four toilets?" Fred asked in disbelief. "And four girls got ruddy mad?" George asked in the same tone. Harry chuckled. "Even I'm this surprised." He added. My attention turned to Hermione coming through the doors. She smiled brightly. Nobody seemed to cover their noses...or laugh and stare disgustedly. What? Correct me if I'm wrong but smelling like cheese involve those things. She walked between both tables. Ours and Hufflepuff's yet everyone didn't react to her smell. We shared confusion. "I thought you pranked her?" Harry whispered. I quickly nodded. "Duh! What happened?" I whispered. Ron shrugged. Hermione sat between me and Brianna. I cleared my throat abruptly. "Mione, hypothetical question..." I trailed off. Ron raised an eyebrow confusedly. "What is hypothetical?" He asked. Harry nudged his shoulder. "Yes?" She said innocently. This doesn't make sense! She should be practically reeking of cheese right now. I'm pretty sure lilacs and soap aren't the answer! "Feel anything different? Anything odd? Or smelly?" I asked, stretching out the Ls. She fake gasped. "Oh! Something smelly? Something like dairy? Something like cheese?" She asked sarcastically. We looked at each other then back at her. "How did you—what—how?" Ron managed to say. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Cmon, you didn't think I'm mental to fall for that? Besides the moment I saw my deodorant, I knew it didn't smell like my usual soap. The cheese was even dripping and getting sticky so I used a cleaning spell. Guess your own prank pranked you." She explained. Our jaws dropped. My ears deceit me? My prank went absolute wrong? That's never happened before. Harry looked at me in shock. "Your prank backfired?" He asked. "Hard to believe." I mumbled. Brianna scoffed and smiled brightly. "I do! This is amazing! What a bloody great way to finish our last night! In your face!" She beamed, pointing at me. I began gulping and taking deep breaths. "Can't breathe! Can't breathe! This can't be happening to me! I was not fooled by my own prank! Oh no!" I complained dramatically. Ron and the twins bursted into laughter. Harry covered his mouth while snickering. My eyes widened. For the first time, my prank was out-numbered by someone. That person is Hermione Granger.

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