The Prank. [Fluff oneshot]

The Prank.

POV: 12~13 year old Harry's Perspective.
You also show up as y/n and I kept the pronouns they/them in order to not exclude others! Apologies if I didn't change some pronouns!

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To put it into frankness, this has got to be the stupidest thing we've come up with. However, I simply couldn't turn down the opportunity to win 15 Galleons over such a 'tedious' task. Or that is, what Ron said.

"Well, I'm sorry you're such a scaredy cat but if you don't want the 15 Galleons, then don't do the dare then." Ron snarkily said, taking back the 15 Galleons off the table and slowly putting it back in his pockets.

"Wherever did you get that much money anyway?" Hermione said crossily, eyeing it with a huge huff of disbelief. "No offence, but I didn't think you'd have 15 Galleons on the get go Ronald."

I stifled a laugh, as Ron's face turned a darker shade of crimson- either out of embarassment or anger, I couldn't possibly tell. "Hey, hey, I'm pretty sure you nicked it out of Fred and George's pocket, didn't you?" I tried to sound as comforting as possible to ease the tension that had arisen from Ron. Hermione was completely clueless to whatever she said anyway, because she's got her pretty nose stuck in a book so I seriously doubted that she felt like she could've offended Ron with that statement.

"Gee, thanks Harry for the assumption. Actually, I did a small job during the summer holidays." Ron said shruggingly, "You don't need to know what it is, it's embarassing. But this is only a quarter of it. I've saved half at home, and kept the rest with me but I wanna blow some off for fun."

"Alright, seems like fun. We need a plan." I said, rubbing my hands and leaning in closer, signalling that three of us should do a brainstorming session.

"Harry, do you possibly think that Malfoy's that thick and wouldn't see through this?" Hermione retorted, shutting her book as we all leaned closer across the common room table.

"We've done it before! Oh, come on Hermione! Grow some hair on your chest!" Ron exclaimed, and I threw my hands up to exchange fist bumps with him to show my agreement.

"We had to do a Polyjuice potion for that, and I am never brewing that again for non important purposes like your dare." she continued on, clearly ignoring our exclamations. "Look, why can't you both focus on your studies? We've got OWLs next year, and we really need to understand all these materials!!!"

Rolling our eyes at her, I muttered under my breath, "This is so disappointing". Ron began tugging his hair out in complete frustration, staring with wide eyes across to the fireplace where other Gryffindor students sat. Then, as if he snapped out of it, he faced Hermione in desperation, his hands clasped together in a begged poise. I, too saw this as a chance to imitate the gesture and put on the bestest pout I could.

"This is fun! It's going to be fun!" Ron tried one last time to Hermione, exclaiming loudly as if it were able to convince her. "We don't even have to do Polyjuice potion!"

"Then what do you propose we do?"

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Sometimes, I forget that Fred and George were talented in joke items. Ron and I had spent 10 minutes, mingling in front of the twins' dorm that they shared with two other seniors. Ron had basically knocked the door down but was quickly shouted at by the twins' best friend, Lee Jordan who refused to allow us to enter.

"Just stay outside! Fred and George are still rummaging through things!" he shouted before I saw him flop back onto his bed, tiredly through the cracks of the door that was slightly open. "Hurry up, you two!" he added hissingly to the twins', who were throwing things about onto the floor from cardboard boxes.