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This one on the list is: 2.) Dye his robes a hot pink colour.

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Previously…

'It was worth it,' Harry agreed.

'What's next?' Hermione grinned, and they all watched as Harry pulled his list from his pocket.

'Well…'

Test2: Part A:

'This one should be fairly easy,' Harry admitted. 'A lot easier than that was, anyway.'

'Whatever,' Ron said. 'What is it?'

'Dye his robes hot pink, and make it so he can't change it back, nor take it off without the right spell.'

'Wow, Harry. That is incredibly easy,' Hermione snorted, looking thoroughly disappointed and put out. 'That's a second year spell, and everyone knows it. Except… You don't get to choose the colour. It's naturally a grimy yellow colour.'

'Well, you are the smartest witch in our year,' Harry told her, and she flushed with pleasure. 'So you should be able to change it, right? Tweak it just a little?'

'I… Oh, I suppose,' Hermione admitted. Harry grinned and Ron gave a small holler. They high-fived each other even as Hermione tugged them along.

'Come on, let's get to the library. I want to know exactly what I'm doing before I change the spell…' she muttered. 'It's only a small spell, but changing even a tiny part of it could be disastrous. And anyway, we'd better pull this prank sooner rather then later. Snape's reaction would be more… Explosive if we did it just after his precious stores were mixed up.'

'Come on, Hermione, we should be celebrating,' Ron whined, trying to free himself form her iron-like grip. 'I mean, if you want to read when we could be having fun, go ahead, but me on the other hand…'

He was silenced by the jab in his side from Harry and the glare coming from Hermione. They made their way to the library in relative silence, Hermione still mad at what Ron had said, Ron scared that Hermione was mad at him and Harry contemplating the success of their first prank.

The library was empty, except for a few fifth year Ravenclaws studying. It was Saturday, so naturally the rest of the kids were all lapping up the recent good weather. Hermione led them to a small table and in less than a minute she had all the appropriate books they needed to look at in front of them.

'Bloody hell, Hermione!' Ron swore, picking up the first book in the pile. 'Do you live in here or something? How the hell did you find them so fast?'

'It's quite easy,' Hermione frowned. 'I just remembered the various authors who had written a book including second year spells, and then I went to the section that their books were in.'

'Madame Pince has the books in order so we purposely can't find a book,' Harry interjected.

'Honestly,' Hermione scoffed. 'You believe that rumour? Of course not. They are simply ordered in date of births. Authors born in 1869 would be in this section…' she waved at a random spot behind them. 'It's really easy.'

'Hermione,' Ron sighed. 'Unlike you, we don't actually know when these authors were born. I doubt anyone other than you, and maybe a few seventh year Ravenclaws would be able to do what you just did.'

'Therefore, Pince really does order them to confuse us!' Harry finished. 'Or, at least, everyone except you.'

'And a few Ravenclaws,' Ron added.

Blushing slightly, Hermione sat down, pulling a book from the pile. 'Oh, shush, Madame Pince might hear you.'

And with that said, they read.

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Test2: Part B:

Harry glanced round at all of the gathered people. Hermione, Ron, Fred and George were all sitting down, watching him with eager faces. The twins were no longer Hogwarts students, but when Harry told them they were needed for a prank, they jumped at the chance to relive their glory days. Taking a breath, Harry started to talk.

'Okay, Hermione. You've made sure that this Divination class is going to be with Firenze?'

'Yes, Harry, I did,' Hermione sighed.

'Ron, you've got the Polyjuice Potion?'

'Right here,' Ron held up a goblet of golden liquid.

'George, you're back-up. You know the plan, in case he suspects?'

'Sure do, Captain,' George joked.

'Fred, you take the Polyjuice,' Harry pulled a small vial from his pocket. 'This is the back up. We don't want you turning back anytime soon. Put it in your pocket. And here are the identical glasses, so both of us can actually see what we're doing…'

When Fred had taken the vial, ready to put it in his pocket, put on the identical glasses and assured Harry that he knew the plan full well, Harry gave a small sigh. His stomach was doing flip-flops and his breathing was erratic. He was suddenly wishing that he hadn't had breakfast, because he was certain that he could feel it rising up his throat.

'Okay… Divination, and in Hermione's case, Ancient Runes starts in ten minutes… Fred, take the Polyjuice now, and then you and Ron get to class. Hermione, Ancient Runes is closer, so you stay for five more minutes. George, Snape should be in or near the Potions Classroom, waiting for the next class. You know the plan?'

'Yes, Harry, I know the plan!' George sighed as he watched his brother slowly turning into Harry. Fred hurriedly shoved the small back up vial of Polyjuice in his robes and, grabbing Ron's arm, they strode out of the Room of Requirements at a fast pace. George waited a few seconds, before running out of the room.

Harry turned to Hermione and gave a weak smile. 'Nervous?' he asked her.

'Less so than you, I'm afraid,' Hermione smiled. 'Now, the spell?'

'Verto suus robes pink, and the wand movement is a swirl, and then a jab.'

'Good,' Hermione glanced at her watch. 'I've got to go. Good luck, and let me know how it goes!'

Waving, Hermione left him and started off to Ancient Runes.

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Test2: Part C: George:

George knew his part in the prank wasn't that big, but was essential if Snape started to suspect anything. Therefore, he sprinted all the way from the seventh floor to the Dungeons, taking all the shortcuts he knew and making sure to let a lot of students and a few teachers see him. By the time he reached the outside of the Potions classroom, he was panting heavily and had the stitch in both sides. He took a moment or two to catch his breath before opening the door to the classroom.

Snape was sitting at his desk, grading papers, and did not look up when George opened the door. There was a pause, and then George stamped his foot, the sound echoing around the dark room.

'Really, Minerva,' Snape sighed, still not looking up. 'You could at least start talking. You're wasting my time.'

'Hello, Professor!' George chirped.

Snape's head snapped up so fast that it was a blur, and it left the Weasley twin feeling dazed. He stared at the older wizard with a goofy smile.

'Weasley,' Snape spat. 'I thought we got rid of you years ago! I suppose you're idiotic mirror image is wandering around the castle as well?'

'Oh, of course, sir. Or should I call you Severus? I mean, that is your name, and you're no longer my professor, so-'

'You will not, I repeat, will not ever call me by my given name!' Snape snarled.

'Be that as it may, Mr. Snape, you should call me George. I don't mind, re-'

'I will not, I repeat, will not ever call you by your given name!'

'…Déjà vu. Majorly.'

'What the hell do you want, Weasley?' Snape muttered. 'I have a class in less than five minutes, and I don't want you anywhere near my classroom in that time.'

'Aww, really? I'm sure Fred and I could liven it up a bit-'

'You will not, I repeat, will not even come near my classroom while the students are stirring toxic liquid and handling deadly ingredients!'

George snorted. 'You've really got to stop saying that. It's getting repetitive.'

'Weasley, get the hell out of my classroom!'

'Okay, okay,' George put up his hands. 'I'll scram, Mr. Snape. I can tell when I'm not wanted.' There was a lengthy pause, and then George let a grin break out on his face. 'I'll see you later, Severus.'

And he was gone in a flash of black robes.

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Test2: Part C: Ron and Fred:

When Ron and Fred entered the Divination classroom, they were already a few minutes later. Everyone turned to stare at them, and Fred gave a huge grin.

'Sorry, professor!' he called, his voice so loud that any student who hadn't noticed him arrive sure as hell did now. 'Ron and I got into a bit of trouble with Peeves!'

'Take a seat Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley,' Firenze sighed. 'And take out your assigned books, please.'

When they had done so, Firenze turned back to Lavender.

'Now, tell me what Mars stands for?'

'Oh, that's easy!' Fred gave a laugh. 'It stands for the coming of a battle of sorts. Y'Know, like, you might have a fight with your girlfriend or something… I learnt this years ago!'

Firenze turned back to them and if he was mad or frustrated, he didn't show it. 'If you would, Mr. Potter, how did you learn this years ago?'

'Uh…'

'Uhm,' Ron interjected. 'Hermione. She, uh, thought we were getting behind on Divination and we got accidentally studied the seventh year books. So, yeah…'

'Hmm…' Firenze turned away once again, and Ron gave a sigh of relief.

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Test2: Part C: Harry:

Harry waited until he was sure there was only fifteen minutes left of Potions Class before he donned his Invisibility Cloak and snuck from the Room of Requirements. He made his way slowly down to the Dungeons, making sure no one saw him and that the whole class was gone by the time he got there.

He slipped into the room and looked around. Snape was sorting through some books on a shelf to the left of him and hadn't noticed anything amiss. Taking the chance, Harry raised his wand and, still under the cloak, whispered,

'Verto suus robes pink!'

A jet of hot pink light flew towards the Potions Master and hit him on his left arm. The man looked quickly to where Harry was and frowned. Harry knew he had probably seen the light coming at him from the corner of his eyes and that he couldn't see Harry, but he still shivered and gripped his wand tighter.

Snape slowly turned back to his books, not noticing the patch of hot pink on his arm that was ever so slowly growing larger. Harry left the room and made his way back to the Room of Requirements, grinning slyly.

'Test 2, success.'

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Test2: Part A, B and C: Results:

Harry shifted slightly and glanced towards the Staff Table. Snape was nowhere to be seen. He looked to Hermione, who only rolled her eyes and muttered, 'patience, Harry!' before going back to her lunch. Fred, who was on one side of him, grinned at George, who was on the other side.

'Aww, Harry!' George started.

'We know you desperately-' Fred carried on.

'Want to see you dear lover, Snape-' George cut in.

'But he's a bit occupied-'

'With the colour of his robes-'

'Right now, so you'll just have to be-'

'Patient!' They finished at the same time, grinning broadly.

'Shut up, you two,' Harry scowled. 'Snape is not my lover.'

'Still in denial, eh?' Fred joked.

Before Harry could reply, the doors to the Great Hall opened and Snape strode inside, his hot pink robes billowing. However, considering the colour of said robes, it was not in the least bit intimidating. There was a pause as all the students and teachers took in the sight, and then a Hufflepuff girl giggled and broke the trance.

The whole Great Hall rang with the sound of laughter as Snape stalked up the Staff Table. He started to shout at Dumbledore, but no one, not even himself, could hear the words over the roaring laughter.

'Silence!' Dumbledore commanded, and everyone fell quiet. Snape glowered at everyone, before turning back to Dumbledore.

'Someone has charmed my robes pink!' he spat.

'Yes, Severus,' Dumbledore sighed. 'I gathered.'

'I cannot take these robes off without the right counter spell, Albus, and it just so happens that only the pranksters know it!'

'Well, I'm sure we can find the culprit…'

Snape paused, and then glared at the Gryffindor table. His eyes scanned the whole table, before flickering towards the twins.

'You!' he spat. 'The Weasley twins and Potter!'

'Excuse me?' Harry feigned innocence. 'I was at Divination for the whole hour.'

'Okay, okay,' Fred laughed. 'George and I did it, but you must admit it was funny.'

Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling as Snape shouted, '100 points from Gryffindor!'

'…Uhm, Mr. Snape? We're not students anymore.'

'Yeah! You can't give us detention either!'

'Just give me the damn counter spell!' Snape roared, stalking over to them.

Fred and George paused, and there was a flash of light before they finally took the spell off. Everyone looked to the flash of light and saw Colin Creevy pocketing his camera, and large grin on his young face.

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