Title: The Best April Fools Prank Ever

Spoilers: None so far, but there might be from books 1-5 eventually

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own nothing, pity me.

Other things: This is a slash fic, if you do not like slash then you need not read.

Pairings: H/D, and others

Author's Note: Wheee, I wrote a HP fanfic, finally! This is my first one, also my first fic since Halloween. I hope you enjoy it..and maybe review.. If people like it I shalt continue. Also, is anyone interested in being my beta? I've always wanted to try having one. Enough rambling and onto the fic…

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Chapter One: The Idea

The red haired boy sighed pathetically for the umpteenth time that day. The Hogwart's Golden Boy set down his quill. Ron groaned softly, slumping in his chair. Harry attempted to read through his Herbiology essay. The youngest male Weasley banged his head non-too softly against the wooden desk.

"I give up, what's wrong already Ron!?" Harry finally asked, giving up on his homework for the time being. He had been working the same sentence for the last half an hour and had made no progress in the least thanks to his companion's insistent attempts to get his attention.

"Tomorrow is the first of April." Ron answered, turning his head so he could better see his friend while resting his head on the desk. Harry gave his friend an incredulous look, what kind of answer was that, how did it explain at all the moping Ron had been doing since morning.

"So?"

"April first is April fools…"

"And?"

"George and Fred always pulled the best pranks on April Fools." It suddenly clicked into place. Harry sighed, and patted his friend on the pat in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

"Ron, no one is expecting you to follow in their footsteps."

"That's not the point! Everyone already thinks I'm going to be like Percy just because I became a Prefect!" Ron burst out, wrinkling his nose at the mention of that particular elder brother. "I have just got to do something!"

"..Do you have any ideas?"

"Well…Something that everyone will remember, the type that become legends for future Hogwartian generations." Harry rolled his eyes, and retook up his parchment.

"…Tell me when you think of something then…I'm going to finished my essay."

…A while later. Ron grabbed the arm of the adjacent person, successfully knocking over a small jar of ink, drowning the essay and the table's surface in the substance. Harry stared remorsefully down at his work as the dark liquid quickly seeped into the paper, blotting out his words.

"I have it!!! It'll be bloody brilliant! Tomorrow you'll announce in the Great Hall during breakfast that you've decided to come out of the closet. We'll give you a makeover and you can claim it's your new look!"

"W-what? Have you lost it? I can't do something like that." Sputtered Harry, startled out of his reverie, and truly wondering about his friend's mental health.

"Please, Harry, pleeeease!!"

-----------------------Much persuading later and a bit after that-----------------------------------

"Sway your hips when you walk, like Zabini." Ron directed. Harry raised a dark brow and stopped walking.

"He does that?" He paused, bewildered. "Wait, why should you have noticed something like that?"

"Erm.." The red-head answered intelligently, his face turning a shade that matched his hair. "Just do it, and strut with some confidence."

"Hn." Harry grunted as his forehead furrowed in concentration as he tried his best to follow his friend's peculiar instructions.

"Loosen up Harry! You're not supposed to look like you're about to take the NEWTs but accidentally partied all night and are having the worst hangover ever!" Harry spun around, emerald green eyes sparking dangerously.

"It's not that damn easy!" The Gryffindor instantly regretted his harsh words, sometimes having a conscious wasn't all that great, especially since Harry's was a particularly sensitive one. After all he had agreed to go through with this stunt. "I'm sorry Ron, but I really am trying though." He apologized softly, his gaze on the floor as he ran his fingers through his messy locks.

"S'okay." Ron frowned thoughtfully, a few moments later his face abruptly lit up with a huge beaming grin breaking his own personal record for coming up with an idea. "I've got it! Seamus!" He yelled triumphantly. Harry stared blankly back at Ron.

"…Seamus?" He repeated dubiously.

"Yes, Seamus! If anyone could transform you into a gay sex god it would be him." The raven-haired Gryffindor hastily took several alarmed steps backward, his eyes widening considerably.

"You said only a little makeover." He nervously reminded his over-enthusiastic friend, not liking the determined look in Ron's azure eyes. Before Weasley could reply a curious head popped in through the doorway, peering at the pair.

"Someone say my name?" The Irish boy questioned. The two boys gaped at Finnegan. Unfortunately, or perhaps depending on one's opinion, Ron was the first to recover.

"Just the man I was looking for. Seamus, would you by any chance be interested on giving our pal, Harry a slight make-over?"

"You mean turning him into a gorgeous gay sex god?" The sandy-haired boy replied, proving only too well that he had most likely been behind that door for a good while.

"You're a savior, so I'll take it that you're in then."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"So how do we begin?"

"Oh hair, definitely the hair."

"Wait!!!" Interrupted an ever more anxious Harry. The conspirators stopped their plotting and gazed at their victim to be. "Um…Maybe this isn't such a great idea." Harry mumbled, unnerved by their stares. There was an eerie moment of silence before the schemers looked back at each other.

"We're going to have to tie him up."

"Yep."

"What!?" Was all that the poor Boy Who Lived managed to yelp before he was promptly tackled and neatly fastened to the nearest chair with only available items that could pass for ropes; ties.

"You know, Ron, we could have just used a spell." Seamus noted nonchalantly. Ron simply shrugged.

"The ends justify the means anyway."

"Time to get to work then?"

"Agreed."

And all the resident Gryffindors that happened to be in the Gryffindor Tower during this fateful event could hear Harry's plaintive pleas for help, as well as the insidious laughter of his captors. The infamous Gryffindor courage failed these students, thus Harry was left to fend for himself against a threat perhaps more deadly than the Dark Lord had ever been.

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A few hours later…The door to the room which contained our three chums suddenly flew open to reveal a very 'let's get down to business' bushy-haired girl, and distressed looking Longbottom.

"Help me." Harry faintly whimpered. Thankfully he was no longer tied to the chair, instead a new method of making him behave had be enforced.

Hermione let out a very un-Hermione squeak as she first noticed Harry. The girl dropped the books that she had been holding, they scattered on the floor. Neville swallowed audible; his entire face had become a bright shade of red.

Harry's raven tresses had been tamed, well somewhat. They no longer looked like the hairstyle you would expect to get after having a very rough night in bed ending with accidentally achieving sleep with the pillow over your head, but more like the windswept appearance James had tried so hard to obtain. Perhaps the most noticeable difference was that lack of the trademark glasses. Obviously someone had worked a little magic to fix up the eyes, or somehow they had come across some contacts. The disappearance of the lens had made a simple and yet enormous metamorphosis. The deep green eyes, which had always been remarkable in coloring, were now evident, larger, and by far more beautiful, the dark lashes surrounding the orbs bringing out the color all the more. It also helped that he was wearing nothing but a pair of ordinary blue boxers so that the unexpected benefits of playing Quidditch for the last six years had done for the boy were visible. Not too mention the crimson collar around his neck added a slight kink factor.

"Hallo Hermione, Neville. Like our creation?" Ron held the end of the leash, which had replaced the ties and chair system.

The smallest boy's knees gave out on him and he tumbled forwards, luckily, Harry managed to leap forward and grab hold of him, pretty fortunate for himself that the leash had been long enough so that he hadn't been accidentally strangled while heroically rescuing Neville.

"Neville are you okay?" The swift acting Gryffindor inquired. Neville took one glance at who had caught him, became an even deeper shade of red if that was possible and promptly fainted. "Gah, guys, we need to get him to Madame Pomfrey, something must be wrong with him." The three conscious students watched him, Seamus and Ron grinning at their success.

"It's you..that's why he fainted." Hermione weakly explained, having trouble containing her own amazement. Harry blinked.

"What did you guys do to me!?"

Ta da, end of chapter one. I didn't even put Draco in it. Oy, the guilt. I plan to begin the next chapter with Draco so readers don't distress. If I have readers that is..