Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter, except, of course, by fanfics. Haven't I said that sometime before? Several times?

A/N: This set of stories is for the people who ask me to put more of Ginny's pranks into my other stories (by reviews and in school), so why not make a whole series of Ginny's pranks? Thanks everyone.

Family Feud (A/N: I gave up in the Star Wars names. Too difficult)

Ginny, Fred, and George were elated. And Ginny wasn't feeling guilty. It was Snape's fault that he'd set himself on fire and it was Trelawney's fault that she was there. Technically. Right?

Snape was not happy. He wasn't harmed…save the fact that he now had a bald spot—so his pride was shot, yet again.

Snape took to wearing a bath towel over his head. Trelawney refused to lend him a shawl, as he had burned and used quite a few of hers in previous weeks.

The teachers were laughing at Snape, and there was no end to his humiliation. Snape learned not to mess with the Weasleys; he even decided against giving the whole lot of them detention. You see reader, even the toughest nuts have to crack at some point.

Percy was a whole different cup of tea, however. Not only had he given Fred and George detention (he wasn't afraid to, unlike the supposedly fearless Potions Master), he'd also written to his mother regarding Ginny's "unfortunate, but ardent following what we may call 'the Fred and George route' and partaking in dangerous activities in order to sabotage the unwary professors."

He figured that the siblings would not retaliate, with him being their older brother.

As for Ron, he was sent his second Howler, at which Harry and Hermione laughed hysterically.

The red envelope had arrived at the Gryffindor table on Wednesday morning. With a fair amount of trepidation and badly shaking hands, Ron slit open the letter with Hermione's butter knife. It was worse than he expected. Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed loudly in the Great Hall as it had done the previous year the day after Ron and Harry illegally flew Mr. Weasley's borrowed Ministry car from King's Cross Station to Hogwarts.

"RONALD WEASLEY! I AM ONCE MORE, VERY, VERY, VERY ASHAMED OF YOU! THE TEACHERS ARE NOT TO BE SPIED ON FOR ANY NASTY ACTIVITIES OF YOUR SILLY TWIN BROTHERS. I HOPE YOU ARE LISTENING, FRED, AND YOU TOO, GEORGE! RONALD, YOUR BROTHERS HAVE GONE IN A DIRECTION THAT I DON'T LIKE, BUT YOU MUSTN'T FOLLOW THE SAME PATHWAY! I AM ALSO HEARTILY ASHAMED OF YOU, GINNY WEASLEY! I NEVER EXPECTED THIS FROM EITHER OF YOU! IF I HEAR OF ANY MORE NONSENSE FROM PERCY ABOUT ALL OF YOU, I WILL MARCH RIGHT UP THERE AND TAKE YOU OUT OF THAT SCHOOL, AND YOU WILL BE DE-GNOMING UNTIL YOU TURN SEVENTEEN!"

A stunned silence fell at the Weasley's section of the table, while everyone else around them laughed. Ron was shocked. "Oh. My. God."

George broke in. "How the heck did she know?"

"Didn't you listen to that last bit there? 'If I hear of any more nonsense from Percy' and all that? It's our dear brother, Percy," answered Ginny, bitterly.

"I always knew there was something wrong with him," said Fred, "maybe he got dropped on his head when he was little, or something. He was always such a goody-goody."

"Stuck-up little…"

"Yeah, he was," reminisced George. "Used to drive me crazy, that one did. I remember when I was four, he told on me for eating all those Muggle sweets that Dad brought home…you know, those funny chocolate sticks that Muggles call 'Aeros', or something like that. And you know what? He'd eaten some of them himself. Fred and I just divided what was left…sort of."

"Well never mind your Aeros!" snapped Ginny. "I say we get that—that—that…"

"Brother?"

"How does he go and do something like that? I mean, really, that was quite a bit of an exaggeration. Snape had lit the fireworks in the first place. They were your property. He stole it. He's a criminal, if you look at it in the right way, I mean."

"True…very true…"

"So—we get him?"

"Spoken like a true Weasley, sister. You might even make me proud someday," smiled Fred, approvingly. "Now—what do we do?"

"The usual stuff, I guess."

"Sounds good to me."

"Yeah, okay," assented George.

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Percy awoke the next morning at three a.m., most likely because Ginny had fiddled around with his alarm clock the evening before, while Percy was at dinner.

However, Percy thought that it was about seven and blearily stumbled into the little bathroom annex in the dormitory. As he brushed his teeth, he noticed something funny about the toothpaste. Now why did it taste like Hermione's Benzyl Peroxide?

"ARGH!" He spat it out violently. Percy grabbed a towel and rubbed it up and down his tongue. "Nasty stuff. Must've taken the wrong tube."

He grabbed some lotion from the shelf. To his horror, it was just like…

"My toothpaste!"

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While Percy was experiencing his bathroom misfortunes upstairs, Ginny was sneaking out of Gryffindor Tower with a camera. According to Ron, Penelope Clearwater had another boy whom she met in the Charms classroom around three or three-thirty every morning for a little stroll, or more…

Ginny wanted to see if it was true.

She waited (hidden under Harry's Invisibility Cloak, which she planned to return as soon as possible) with the camera, and sure, there came Penelope giggling softly and holding a boy's hand. Now who could this be?

"Crap!" Ginny muttered to herself. The boy's face was in shadow, but he started to turn. "Okay, a little more this way, come on! Turn!" hissed Ginny.

Ginny gasped with a feeling of evil pleasure. The boy was no other than…can you guess, reader?

Oh yes, it was…(drum roll please)

Gregory Goyle.

Ginny snickered and snapped a picture, without really looking to see what was going on in the room and what she may have taken a picture of…

When she had gotten back to the Tower and was panting near the fire as her trustworthy friend, Colin Creevey, developed the film, she gasped again and started laughing hysterically with Colin.

Some major making out was going on between Penelope and Goyle in the picture. And to think…Penelope was supposed to be one of the most classy and popular girls in the school, while everyone hated Goyle, save Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy, and Crabbe.

And Penelope.

Ginny tiptoed up to her brother's dormitory and slipped the picture under his pillowcase.

She then ran to Fred and George's dormitory, where Ron and Harry were also waiting. She shoved the Cloak back at Harry.

The four boys were holding sheets and blanket covers in their hands. Ginny grinned.

At this point, Percy was coming out of the bathroom…

Fred and George pounced on him, just at the right moment. Ron and Harry tied a sheet around his legs while Ginny got his arms with Hermione's blanket cover (lent to her for this purpose). Fred and George wrapped him up with any extra sheets they had, so Percy was stuck in some sort of sheet-cocoon. Quite amusing.

Ron stuck a sock in his mouth. "That's for your news-carrying self," he muttered harshly. Percy made an indistinct noise with his throat as Colin cam up behind them and started snapping away with his camera.

Harry, Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George left Percy like that for the day, until dinner, when they relented and untied them.

George gave his brother a serious talking-to. "And beware, Percival. If this ever reached Mother's ears, I should be quite sorry to think what may happen to you next."

Percy growled and decided to turn in early.

One staircase down, across a room, another staircase up, and a dormitory away, Ginny heard Percy's anguished howl. "PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Ginny snickered. Ah, well, all in a day's work.

A/N: I did something similar to this to my brother when we were really little. He was about three and was seriously annoying me, so I tied him up with those long, cloth dinner napkins and stuck him under the table for some ten minutes. I said that we were playing "Cowboy," but somehow, he really didn't believe me.