A/N: For those who may remember, in 2005, I published a story called "That's What You Get", a Hermione/Snape prank fic. This is NOT that fic. It is a sort of grown up re-imagination of a similar plot, though.
AU, Snape lives, and he and Hermione get one on another's last nerve. An all-out pranking feud ensues. T for now, but possible citrus in future chapters.
The bleary, grey light of a mid-winter Scottish morning filtered weakly through the heavy, dark curtains of Severus Snape's bedroom. Severus, who had for years been in the habit of rising at the crack of dawn, was determined to allow himself a bit of a lie-in this morning. He rolled onto his back and flung an arm over his eyes to block out the morning light. He had just woken from a very pleasant dream, something which happened very rarely in the past, but increasingly more often as of late, and he found himself thinking, "Perhaps just 10 minutes more."
He gave himself over to a fantasy, a delightfully wicked continuation of his dream. He had all of 2 minutes to enjoy this indulgence before all hell broke loose.
Jets of icy cold water began to spray from the ceiling, artificial window, and even from a number of paintings in his room. The frigid torrents soaked Severus through in seconds, effectively jolting him out of his reverie and into the harsh, freezing cold real world.
Spluttering and coughing up water, Severus flailed about wildly until he fell out of his bed , by which point the water level in his room had reached waist height.
"Fuck!" he shouted, with feeling, scrambling to grab his wand from the nightstand. He repeated the expletive with renewed vigor when he opened the door leading to his sitting room, only to discover that it, too, was filled with water, now up to his chest. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he hissed emphatically before taking a deep breath, plunging into the water, and swimming to the front door of his quarters.
He wrenched the door open and immediately fell ungracefully into a sodden heap in the corridor. A magical barrier kept the water constrained to Severus's quarters, while the hall remained completely dry, save for the patch of ground onto which he was presently dripping.
With a groan, Severus pulled himself up from his prone position so that he was kneeling on all-fours. He took several deep, gulping breaths as his heart raced from the shock.
Before he even had a chance to process what had just happened, Severus heard the sound of high-pitched, nervous laughter. To his dismay, he saw there was a group of young Slytherins, clearly just on their way to breakfast, standing in the corridor looking on in a bizarre mixture of amusement and horror at their surly Potions Master, who only just realized he was wearing nothing but his underwear.
Severus snarled ferociously at them, baring his slightly crooked teeth, and the students dispersed with startled shrieks. Severus rose to his feet and began the trek down the hall to his lab, where he kept a spare robe. Along the way, he came across a number of alarmed students, glaring viciously at each of them as he passed.
"Granger..." he growled quietly as he roughly shoved his arms into the sleeves of his teaching robes. So much for his peaceful lie-in! It was time to plot his revenge...
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