It's all fun and games 'til...

It all started innocently enough. Draco called Hermione a mudblood AGAIN during the course of a Care of Magical Creatures class, and Ron cursed him. AGAIN. He missed, of course, because what would a day at Hogwarts be without someone mis-cursing someone else at close range. Neville Longbottom got the brunt of the curse, sporting a Fudge-esque lime green bowler hat and singing snippets of showtunes until well after dinner time. Of course, this left Ron feeling very vengeful, Neville quite exhausted from a song that involved high kicks, and Harry stuck somewhere between commiserating with Ron and laughing at Neville.
"We must get him back," Ron said, as if his words were the great answer to world peace. "It's just... we have to get him back."
"He calls me a... that name all the time," Hermione was the opposite of helpful in situations such as these. Ron's face turned red.
"That color of red really clashes with your hair," a random Gryff murmured from the sidelines. Ron turned and glared. Everyone stayed silent and tried to look busy. Dean and Ginny began to discuss the merits of bat bogie hexes, and Seamus studied Lavender's How to Charm with Charms with great interest.
"Ahem..." Harry did a fantastic Umbridge impression. "What were you saying...?"
"Right. Let's get Malfoy back."
"The sun'll come out tomorrow..."
"For... what exactly?"
"Calling Hermione names, you git."
"Bet yer bottom dollar that tomorrow..."
"Right-o. Which is different from usual, because...?"
"It's Malfoy..."
"I'm in."
"Me too."
"Let's do it."
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow..."
"Can we please send Neville to bed first?"

I don't know why my formatting is evil! But I am glad the beginning of my duck challenge finally made it up!

this is pretty good

lol post more soon

can't wait to read the rest!

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.

keep going this is heaps good!!!!! :mrgreenbounce: :mrgreenbounce: :mrgreenbounce: :mrgreenbounce: :mrgreenbounce: :mrgreenbounce: :lunchmeat:

LOL! Totally awesome! keep writing more! :-D

I can see it all now. That is something that would bring tears to my eyes. Lol! That was great keep it going!

Lol! I'm going to be laughing about that for days.

Ha HA HA!!! Ho! Ho! Ha! Hee! Hee! Hoo! Ha!.......

OMG thats sooo funny!!!!!! im just sitting here laughing

That was the beginning. Over the next few weeks, the pranking escalated. Students from many houses and years suddenly found themselves sporting green or silver hair from a hex that hit a light fixture wrong. Suddenly, the entire school was involved in the prank war. No matter Filch's threats, curses and hexes were thrown about like so much... stuff that is thrown about. The students stopped short of pranking in class, but only just. One ingenious third year snipered fellow students with balloons filled with bobotubor pus in the yard below while a once-again-oblivious Professor Binns droned on about the Waffle Wars of Warsaw.

One night, during dinner in the Great Hall, Snape swept into the room quite late considering they had lima beans for dinner. Usually Snape was very timely for lima bean night. As he passed, the students fell silent. On Snape's back was a giant Hogwarts crest with the four house mascots singing, "It's a Small World After All," in high, tinny voices. His hair was dyed to match... red, yellow, green, and blue stripes. Fortunately, his expression was black enough to remind all the students that he was still Snape, and quite menacing thank-you-very-much.

At the front of the hall, Snape turned and barked, "Potter, Weasely, Malfoy... come with me." He then turned again and swooped like a giant, techni-color bat out of the hall.

"Good luck," Hermione whispered.

"Are you kidding?" Ron said. "For Snape, that was positively pleasant. Save me some cake."

til... wat tell me!!! :arg:

lol.....I think this dare was a good one.....Love it Cassirin keep writing more :flowersmile: :mrgreenbounce:

Hey Cassy! Nice job you're doing! Can't wait for Snapes line... *giggles* I love daring people with these... ya never know what happens.... I honestly didn't expect Snapes cloak... "It's a small world..." Yay! *wipes away tears of laughter*

Snape dragged Harry, Ron, and Draco Malfoy into a spare classroom and glared at them for about five minutes. Following this, he paced. Then he glared while he paced.

"He must be really mad," Ron whispered, which earned him another glare, as well as a well-placed Harry elbow in his gut.

They were all interrupted by one of the paintings in the classroom. Creeping through the frames was a small bald hunter with an enormous rifle.

"Shhhh! Be vewy, vewy quiet. I'm hunting wabbits."

Harry, the only one of them with any sort of Muggle referencing ability immediately began to laugh, while the rest of them stared.

"What's a wabbit?" Malfoy asked Snape.

Snape's face turned bright red, which, unlike Ron's, looked really quite attractive with his multihued hair. He restrained himself admirably and murmured in a deceptively polite voice, "Oh dear- not the fluffy bunny slippers joke AGAIN!"

Elmer Fudd, for that was indeed who the bald hunter was, stomped his foot in disgust and announced his intention to hunt 'wabbits' in a more quiet and secluded part of the castle. He disappeared from the edge of a frame, and Snape resumed his glare-age. The author wants to point out that glare-age is not really a word but that it will suffice in this circumstance.

"Thanks, Doc," another voice distracted Snape from his mounting yell fest. All eyes took in a slender gray rabbit chomping on a carrot and leaning against the frame of a picture. "That Elmer finds me wherever I go... must have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque." He sprayed carrot crumbs generously from his mouth as he spoke.

"I am trying to intimidate these students. If I hear another peep from one of these paintings, I will see what my potions supplies can create in the way of paint thinner!" Every painting in that wing of the school was suddenly empty.

Snape turned back to the three boys, expecting them to be cowering as well. They were simply staring at him and wishing desperately that his robe would stop singing.

"Who is responsible for this?" he gestured towards his entire appearance in general.

Harry was very tempted to say, "Your mom," and get away with it, but he refrained.

Ron said, "You've been calling me irresponsible for the past 6 years. How could I be responsible for anything at this point?"

All three of them looked at Malfoy.

"Oh come on! Just because I'm a mean ugly smarmy git, doesn't mean that I'm evil!" Malfoy protested weakly. Even Snape cracked a smile at that. "No, really..."

All randomness is Zymurgy's fault, although my twisted brain helped. There is one more installment of our little torture, followed closely by the actual dare. I'll post later tonight or tomorrow, because I like to make you suffer. I wish there were an evil grin smilie, but this is good too: :upsidedown:

Not Fair Cassirin......I wanna know what happens!!!!!!!!

The three boys turned to back to look at Snape. He opened his mouth to reply when the door to the broom closet across the room began to shudder.

"For Pete's sake..." he shouted, sounding quite American actually... and making the author giggle. So go away if you don't like it!

He yanked the door open and out fell Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Pete who?"

"P-Professor? What are you doing in the broom closet?" Snape was
aghast. That's like really shocked and horrified... crack a book, kids.

"I needed a broom," his eyes sparkled. "Now, Severus, I suggest you let these boys get back to dinner. I don't think any of them are guilty of the, er, horrendous prank that was played on you."

Snape gave the three boys another glare for good measure and swooped out of the room. Dumbledore waved his hands at the boys to get them moving in the right direction.

Back in the Great Hall, things were much calmer than they had been for the previous weeks.

"What happened, Professor?" Harry asked.

"I imagine that the student body has had its fill of pranks for the time being. And that they all live in mortal fear of what will happen if Professor Snape catches them pranking any time soon. Return to your tables. I hear the chocolate cake is delicious this evening. If only I weren't watching my figure..." he sighed.

The boys started back to their tables, and Dumbledore wandered off, humming to himself.

"I wonder who did prank Snape," Ron said. "It was brilliant."

"I wonder..." Harry answered. "Wasn't Dumbledore humming 'It's a Small World'? You don't think..."

Finally... The End

lol Cassirin.....It was great :up: :rose:

Yeah! Cass finished my dare! YEAH!

...watch your back. You happen to be good at it... I might just try and make you do another one....

Congrats! LOL! Flowers! AND COOKIES! YOU CAN HAVE COOKIES! I GIVE YOU ALL MY COOKIES! PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE! :flowersmile:

well done cassirin. that was a VERY HARD dare. you rock.

THAT WAS ALL A DARE!!!!

Yeah it was all a dare

That was a crazy dare

do they really have to do it

Yes, they really have ta do it. It's an honor thing. If they didn't do their dares, no one would feal obligated to do dares they gave, y'know? I thought it was cool! I never thought it would get that good! My ff are all dares/chalenges. They're under, (Warning, shameless self promotion) Sagga of the Hogwarts Pineapple. lol