* Disclaimer- The world of Harry Potter does not belong to me.  I do not make any money from any of this.  Look at my car if you don't believe me*

Severus Snape lifted his head from his pillow.  It was yet another bright and sunny morning, and it shone merrily into his window.  Which was odd, because he lived in the dungeons, but you did not question little things like that when you lived in a magical castle such as Hogwarts.

He did not, however, appreciate the castles little joke.  He threw a pillow at the window, and his aim was much better than usual, because the pillow went sailing right through the open window.  He closed his eyes in exasperation.  He very defiantly did not want to know where that magical window opened out to today.  (Meanwhile Professor Flitwick had quite a surprise while taking his morning shower, and suddenly being pelted with a green silk coved pillow.)

            While setting down to morning tea, and the newly arrived edition of The Daily Prophet, Severus noticed the date.  April first, his favorite day of the year.  Sarcasm practically oozed out his ears at the thought. No wonder the castle was livelier today than usual.  He most certainly did not want to leave his rooms, but it looked as if even his private chambers were no escape from Hogwarts perverse sense of humor, no doubt heavily influenced by its headmaster Albus Dumbledore. A pained expression crossed his sour face. (He did NOT just see a feathered, roller-skating boa constrictor go sailing past, giving him a friendly serpent smile)  He quickly escaped his chamber, slamming the door firmly behind him.

            A quick walk through the halls reveled the portraits had taken the day to heart.  They wolf whistled at him, and he ignored them.  Maybe he shouldn't have.

            The students in the great hall stared at him.  And could not stop staring.  One of them found his voice enough to shout "nice pants, professor!" before bursting into hysterical laughter and falling to the floor. 

            Severus Snape looked down at his pants.  Oh, damnation.   He had not even noticed while stalking to breakfast, so intent was he to ignore the world around him.  His pants had been transformed into supple, skintight black leather.  His familiar cape was transfigured similarly, and he wore a knee length black coat.    He would not, would NOT he repeated to himself, give in so easily. 

            "Thank you Mr. Weasley." He replied, and stalked off to the head table in his usual manner. "Almost as funny as the buzzard hat and the purse" he heard someone whisper giddily.  His eyes narrowed, as he grouchily took a place next to Albus.

            "Trying something new, Severus?  I believe I like it."  Albus said, passing him the toast.  Which was dancing on the platter.  And he thought it might have winked at him.  He pushed it away. 

            He thought he might have some peace finally when he entered his own classroom, and breathed deep the spicy potion smell.  He quickly reverted his robes back to normal, and sat in his chair behind desk, a relived exhalation at the quiet.  Then the Gryffindor and Slytherins arrived.  And a screaming mob of girls.  Must be after Potter, was his first thought as they entered the door.   He started to rise to begin deducting house points, but was stopped short because they ran up to his desk and started throwing themselves at him.

"We love you Sevvie-baby!" they shouted.  He dropped his wand from his sleeve to his hand to point at them, but they were already a whirlwind heading back out the door, pausing briefly to stop and give Miss Granger a knowing wink.

Completely off guard by now he did the first thing that came to mind. "20 points from Gryffindor."

"Wait a minute" Harry Potter managed to speak, jumping from his desk.  The laughter in the class stilled instantly, and every student looked everywhere but at their angry professor.  "Get in your seat, another 5 points from you" Severus ordered, reclaiming control of his classroom.

Everything was fine and normal for the next 15 minutes, at least on the outside.  While the rest of the class could not wipe grins of their faces, they kept their amused thoughts to themselves.  Snape in leather *snicker*, Snape having a fan club *double snicker*.

The dark man himself prowled the room, criticizing their brewing techniques, and thinking similar thoughts.  Screaming girls addressing him as "Sevvie" and running their hands all over him indeed.  Well, maybe he was just bothered by the screaming part and the Sevvie part.

And in the back of the classroom, a certain fuzzy haired 7th year was daydreaming of longhaired men in dark flowing outfits with rather prominent noses, and deep seductive voices…

Neville Longbottom dropped his jaw in horror.  "Hermione, you did not just pour the whole bag of nose hairs into the potion…"

*Boom! *

            Their cauldron exploded.

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As it is time for me to go to bed, and April Fools will soon be over, this is where this must end.  I may continue it if wanted, or let someone else play around if they want.  I know I had fun with it!  What should come out of the cauldron?  Love to hear you ideas.  My little bit of humorous fluff for the day.

The roller-skating feathered boa is an obvious reference to Riley's "Pawn to Queen" and I dearly wanted to mention Esme in this story, because she is my favorite OC ever. so I hope I am not crossing any lines I should not.  As this is fan fic and we are borrowing things from JKR's story I think its ok to borrow from each other's as long as we give full credit? 

Snape in leather was provoked by the discussion on WIKTT Misc.  about Snape-alikes possibly being Trent Reznor and someone (who looked very nice in leather and long black hair) in a band called 69eyes.

If any one has amusing bits from thoughts, imagination, or other fan fics to torment Snape with on this special day, I would love to add them in!