Luckily for the pranking Gryffs, Neville's curse wore off some time in the middle of the night. Actually, it was luckier for Neville, as Seamus was considering smothering him with a pillow during a particularly heart-felt rendition of Memory from Cats. None of the boys got much sleep.

"Where did you learn that curse?" Harry asked Ron, his eyes tiny slits behind his glasses.

"Ginny," he answered simply, shrugging. It is important to note that Ginny spent many days after this conversation believing she smelled bad and needed to shower more often, based on the wide berth the other Gryffindors began to give her. But anyway, your author digresses...

Ron, Harry, and their extended posse trouped down to the Great Hall, continuing their discussion and perfection of what was dubbed by some 'The Great Prank.' Actually, only Ron called it that. Harry called it Operation Ferret because he watched one too many movies over the summer while stuck with his evil Muggle family.

"Why look who's here! Everybody's favorite deatheater!" Dean chortled, and they all watched Draco and his cronies enter the room.

"Honestly," Hermione hissed under her breath. "Could you lot be any more obvious?"

"Probably," Ginny added, also under breath. "We're Gryffindors. We're all about the being brave and reckless, and not so much about the being sneaky."

The others stared at her. She began to think maybe she had some sort of fungus growing on her in addition to her smelling bad.

Anyway (and I'm sure all my readers have now noticed how completely divergent your author really is by this point), just a reminder, Malfoy had just arrived and all the Gryffindors were sitting in anticipation.

Across the room, at the Slytherin table, students of the proud green and silver looked up in surprise as Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle all climbed onto the table and began a high spirited Irish step dance. Malfoy whipped off his shirt and tied his green tie around his head, all the while doing picturesque leaps and pirouettes.

"Funny, I never would have imagined Malfoy could get that kind of height," Hermione mumbled. The rest of the table just laughed. Neville fell off the bench and landed on Trevor, but he just continued to laugh as he tried to reinflate his frog.