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: Welcome to chapter 2 of this little fic, and I'm really sorry about how bloody long it took me to put it up. ; I actually had it mostly typed out a while ago but I saved it under some random name and then couldn't find it til yesterday. So, yet, I'm a moron, toss the rotten tomatoes if you please. Also thank you all so much for the reviews. They make me a very happy person and for anyone who gave advice I tried to follow them as best I could. Also special thanks to Milk, heh, I didn't realize my computer uses autocorrect, thus Seamus became Smeaus xx;; .. Well, enough rambling from me and onto what you're really here for, the fanfic.

Chapter Two: Morning Time Blues (or rather Pink)

He blinked. Something was pressed against him..something large..and hairy. A pewter eye cracked open to find the face of the 'beloved' Headmaster of Hogwarts staring straight back at him.

Malfoy yelped and sharply shoved the body away from him. Far away. It slipped off the bed, landing with a surprisingly light thud on the floor. The thing even bounced a few times on the floor before drifting to a casual stop.

Laughter bust forth from the corridor located right outside of Draco's dorm.

The Slytherin narrowed his eyes. Carefully the boy peered over the edge of his bed down at it: an inflatable doll…of Albus Dumbledore.

"…You bastards! I'm going to kill you all!" Howled the normally impassive teen. The sound of rapidly scattering footsteps could be through the ebony door.

"They got you good this time Malfoy." A cheerful voice broke in, coming from a dark-haired boy who sat smiling pleasantly on an adjacent bed. Draco turned his glare onto his roommate.

"Fuck you Zabini."

"Good morning to you too Draco deary."

Sometimes Draco truly missed sharing a room with Crabb and Goyle. They may have snored, left crumbs everywhere, but they were at least ten times better than bunking with Blaise Zabini. It didn't help matters that Malfoy was a deep sleeper. Nothing could disturb his slumber once he was far away in dream land. The two simpletons that usually trailed around him all day were prone to wake up at even the slightest noise. A very helpful talent for the commanding blond to have around. Too bad their hormones had to have finally kicked in. Yes, obviously some had to earlier considering their statures. But these ones were of another kind. The pair were all over each other, literally. Least to say, tt was just plain disturbing.

Thus Malfoy had found himself transferring into the only room that had available space…And he had learned the hard way why it did. No one in their right mind would share a room with Zabini. He was deceitful, sly, cunning, traitorous just name a few features of Blaise. In many ways he was the ideal Slytherin.. Except normal Slytherins didn't cause embarrassment to one of their own clan..nor did they have fetishes for..well the kind of clothes Zabini wore which didn't always meet Hogwartian uniform code. Though he got away with it.

Draco climbed out of his bed, stepping around the little prank of the morning and made his way to his dresser. He opened the drawer and took out the clothes for the day, making sure not to wrinkle them in the process and set them onto of his bed.

"I'm going to take a shower." He muttered in Zabini's direction. "I don't want any surprises when I get back, and could you possibly get rid of this?" He gestured to the ridiculous inflatable doll.

"Aye, aye, anything you say Masteh Draco."

The blonde mentally groaned, though he didn't give any visible response as he made his way to the bathroom.

Ah, yes, another perk of being Draco Malfoy, having your own personal bathroom which thanks to some nifty magic was where a closet had once been. No need to fight for your turn, plus you could have anything you needed about and not have to lug them from your room there. A nice escape from the boarding school life if I do say so myself.

He turned the latch. Waiting for that audible click to signal that it had been successfully locked.

Draco gave the white ceramic tub a longing glance, but there wasn't nearly enough time for a proper bath. With a sigh he stripped of the silken black pajamas. After he had neatly folded them, placing them onto the counter Draco approached the shower..

He opened the glass door. The fair-skinned boy adjusted the temperature and spray of the water, then slipped inside the shower stall. He tilted his face upward, letting the warm water cascade down his body and awaken his still half-asleep mind.

A bit later, after a good scrubbing Draco picked up the secret to his perfect hair. An unmarked bottle of a crystal-clear liquid. It was a mixture of various conditioners, shampoos, moisturizers, gels, and other nick nacks. His mother had concocted it up years ago to tame her child's temperamental hair.

He flicked open the bottle, and poured a generous amount into his cupped left hand. The Slytherin froze, a memory of previous years revisiting. He stared at the ooze, suspicion evident on his features. Neatly he plucked out a strand of hair and dipped it into the solution. The silvery strand turned a vibrant shade of pink.

"Those gits…." He muttered under his breath to himself and washed his hand of the tainted potion. Then he brought his hand to his face for inspection, just his luck; the thin hairs on the back of his hand had become a defiant pink.

Life could be so cruel.. Draco turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, purposefully dumping the bottle of tampered solution into the small trash bin.

He could live with slightly unkempt hair and a barely noticeable pink hand for one day. Though he wouldn't say that the pranksters would if he ever got word of their identities…Oh but he would try to find out, that he definitely would try to.

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Draco angrily swung open the bathroom door, the discarded pajamas tucked under one arm and stepped, actually they sort of sank into the deep green carpet of his room. Gray eyes met eager blue-violet ones in momentary shock.

"What do you want?" Growled Draco, feeling very uncomfortable under Blaise's admiring stare even with the towel (green of course, had to coordinate with the room's coloration as well as Slytherin pride) tied firmly around the waist. He had learned to make very good knots since he had switched to living in this forsaken room. Zabini sat cross-legged on his bed holding some sort of vaguely familiar black contraption in his hands.

"Oh nothing." Came the other's seemingly innocent reply as he raised the device up to his face. Draco narrowed his eyes warily.

"…What do you have there?" Draco questioned taking a small step backwards.

"Just Creevy's camera." And with that Blaise pushed a button and a blinding white light filled the normally dimly lit room.

"ZABINI!!"

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Harry took a deep breath as he stepped through the already opened large oak doors into the Great Hall. He paused there, just a step into the room. No one has noticed him yet..wait..no.. whispers were beginning to well up from the people seated nearest to the entry. The hushed voices spread like wild fire throughout the student body much to our certain little Gryffindor's horror.

He gulped, just have to think straight, no pun intended there, though clear probably would have been a better choice of words. For one thing he was not going to sway his hips, not even for Ron's sake. But maybe he could strut. That couldn't be that difficult now could it?

Jade eyes scanned the Slytherin table, finally they found their target; a person who definitely had a 'walk', an overly confident and cocky one at that.

….

He blinked.

…

Something was wrong though…Malfoy didn't look….well, like he usually did. His hair.. Those platinum tresses that were always in place, every single bloody strand.. The perfect hair of Draco Malfoy was askew, shaggy even. A grin broke out on Harry's face. This was just too good; apparently he wasn't the only victim of April Fools. Actually, he himself was not really a poor, unfortunate victim, rather an accomplice who got the nasty job.

Well, that had been the confidence boost he had needed.

Harry held his head high and STRUTTED down the aisle between the two closest tables. He even did a small turn before taking his seat next to Ron who was having considerable trouble at stifling his laughter.

The jaw-dropping silence of the Great Hall was overwhelming.

And even our lovely and unlucky Slytherin couldn't help but notice it through all of his wallowing if self-pity.

What was going on now?

Quickly Draco's gaze caught onto where everyone in the entire ruddy room seemed to be gaping at. And let's leave him some dignity and simply say he had pretty much the same reaction.

Thanks to the attentive Hermione, Harry's attire was a school-rule abiding one. But it cut the edges very, very fine.

An open silken dress shirt, not even buttoned…and beneath what Harry had cried out as fishnet but Seamus had expertly called a mesh tanktop that showed a pretty piece of Harry's lower abdomen, belly button and all.. And the usual gray school pants had been magicked somehow to be..well, they left little up to one's imagination as well hinted to the fact that Harry definitely could not be wearing either boxers or briefs but something..less baggy. Oh, not too mention, Ron had noticed how good the collar had looked on Harry before and thus Harry now bore a black leather version with the classic spikes..with matching boots. And as a last touch Seamus had added a crimson colored feathery boa that was loosely draped about our hero's shoulders.

Draco stared, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open in a most un-Malfoy-like manner… His right hand resting in his poor scrambled eggs.

Ter-dah! Chapter finished…Eh, that's not really a cliffhanger, is it? Maybe…I suppose.. Reviews are very welcomed. VERY.