I'm so sorry it's been so long! I have been so busy that I haven't had anytime! Forgive me x Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I think this will be mostly Draco's P.O.V but we'll see how it goes x I'm loving thinking of new pranks to use x Feel free to give me any ideas guys! (^_^)

Chapter 1

Breakfast

"Draco Malfoy!" I shout angrily as I storm into the living room. I watch as the two boys look from me to each other and burst out laughing.

"This isn't funny!" I yell with a stomp of my foot, "What is it with you and my hair?!"

I frown as I feel a thick glob of the slimy substance make its way down the middle of my face. Draco stands up and walks over to me with a smirk. Using his finger, he wiped away the green liquid.

"Suits you," he joked as he brushed the same finger into my hair. I swat his hand away and storm upstairs into the bathroom for a shower.

Let me explain what happened as I'm sure you're all dying to know . . .

After my little prank this morning, which I had so much fun doing, Draco decided on a little bit of revenge . . . Which I should've seen coming to be honest.

I was making breakfast in the kitchen and just as I opened the cupboard to get some cereal for Scorpius . . . A bucket fell onto my head.

It wasn't just a bucket, no. It was a bucket full of green paint mixed with, what I think and refuse to believe, was dead insects.

For a few seconds, I stood frozen in shock at what had just happened.

At this point, after quickly wiping my face, I was beyond rage.

And you know what happens next . . .

Anyway, I finish stripping off my clothes, shivering slightly as the cold paint begins to dribble down my back. I enter the shower and as I wash my body and hair (especially my hair) I think of ways to get back at Draco. It also makes me think how glad I am that Scorpius isn't old enough for this sort of thing . . . Yet.

As I just finish rinsing my hair for the thirds time, an evil thought struck and I grin evilly to myself.

Laugh while you can Draco, it's my turn now and payback can be a bitch.

- B. R. E. A. K. -

As Scorpius finished eating his toast (since the cereal got destroyed), I look at the clock and I realize that I have to get ready for work. I sigh as I get up, making sure that Scorpius was fine By himself before I left the room.

I didn't feel satisfied about my little plan this morning, I felt like I could've done better.

Still, her face was hilarious.

She doesn't know it but it was actually Scorpius's idea to put in dead insects. What do you know? The kid has a part of my personality after all.

I made my way upstairs and I entered the bedroom. Hermione was sitting in front of her mirror, towel drying her hair.

"For me? Oh, you shouldn't have" I tease as I watch her fumble with the towel to cover herself. Honestly, she acts like I've never seen her naked before . . .

"What do you want?" She asks, flustered after all that movement.

"I have a job to get ready for you know," I reply, rolling my eyes.

I walk over to the bed and I become suspicious when I notice that my work clothes were already laid out.

"Hey . . . Uh . . . Did you put these out?" I ask as I look at her questioningly,

"Draco, I love you but even I have better things to do than sort out your clothes, " She replies as I tut at her remark, "Besides, you put them out this morning"

I did? I look over at the clothes again . . . I can't remember doing something like that. My memory is getting terrible.

With a shrug, I decided to change my underwear first. Unlike Hermione, I don't mind changing in front her so she shouldn't have been surprised when I dropped my pants.

"Do you mind?" She asks.

I turn around and face her, my bottom half naked and I enjoy watching her face flush.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," I state as I remove my top. I was standing stark in front of her but Hermione wouldn't look at me.

Typical.

She's a lady on the outside but a total slut in the bedroom. Probably all that pent up frustration she's held for so many years. Who can blame her? I mean, look at me.

But hey, I'm not complaining. I'm not complaining at all.

Anyway, I slip on the clean underwear that was on the bed when I suddenly felt strange. I adjusted my boxers and it felt even more odd. It felt . . . Wet.

I look at Hermione, who was still looking away, and I noticed that her shoulders were quivering slightly.

What the hell is she up to?

"Hermione," I state firmly and I hear a slight snort. The devilish woman was trying to hold in her laughter.

I tried to walk over to her but I immediately halted on the spot when I felt something pull against my manhood. I hissed slightly and Hermione turned to face me.

"It worked . . . Oh my god . . ." She mumbled with a slight snicker.

Worked? What the hell is sh-

I suddenly realized why Hermione was so secretive . . . She's pranked me hasn't she?

Oh, God . . . Of all the places! Please, tell me not there.

"What did you do?" I ask with a glare,

"Nothing . . ." She replies with an innocent smile, "You know, those boxers don't suit you . . . Here, have this pa-"

"No one is going to see them so does it really matter?" I ask, my suspicions rising even more. I was trying to figure out what exactly she has done.

"Fine, suit yourself," she says with a shrug.

After a moment of silence, I curse as I let my self-consciousness get the better of me and I snatch a new pair of boxers from my drawer.

In a fit of anger, I pushed down my current underwear . . . At least, I tried to. I could've cried as I almost tore my skin. My pants were literally wouldn't come off.

"What's wrong, Draco? Are you a little . . . Stuck?" She asks with a smirk, one perfectly plucked eyebrow arching.

I quickly open my hands and I catch the object that she through at me. I carefully read the label and panic starts to set in after each word.

No . . . No, no, no!

The words 'Instant superglue' and 'Waterproof' stood out like a sore thumb. I looked down at my crotch and I didn't dare move.

"What's wrong, Draco? You look like you've seen a ghost" She states with an evil glint in her eyes,

"You glued my underwear?!" I yell in disbelief, "Are you insane?!"

"You need to learn a lesson" Hermione states as she crosses her arms,

"For what?!" I ask, still shouting, "A few harmless pranks?! Hermione, this is beyond a prank! My dick is in danger here!"

Hermione sniggered as I was fully panicking. I was late for work but I didn't care, my family jewels were more important at this moment.

"Shame," was her final sarcastic word before she left the room fully dressed and leaving me with my problem.

I grip my hair in frustration as I try and think a solution.

I slowly and carefully walk over to the dressing table. We should have some glue softener around here somewhere . . . Come on, come on . . . Aha! Found it. Relief washed over me as I fumbled to open the lid.

At first, I began to worry when none came out of the tube. Determined, I squeezed the tube as hard as I could and I was lucky to have some left.

I quickly smother my entire member with the softener. I was proud of myself for coming up with a solution so quickly . . . If only it was Granger doing this.

Uh-oh. I shouldn't have thought of that . . .

- B. R. E. A. K. -

Don't you just love traffic? . . .

I had arrived home after dropping Scorpius off at nursery. I have to pick him up again in a few hours since it's my day off. It's usually Ginny or Harry and they babysit him until we finish working.

I think back to this morning and I wonder how Draco was doing.

Did I go overboard? . . . No. After 3 years of his endless annoying games, I think I served some justice.

I notice that Draco's shoes are still by the door. Knowing him, he'd probably found a way to unstick himself so shouldn't he be at work by now?

I walk into the living room and I find that he isn't in there. Huh, strange . . . Where could he be?

I decide to check the bedroom but before I opened the door, I could hear some muffled noises.

Confused, I slowly turn the doorknob and I quietly open the door.

I gasped at what I saw which caused Draco to halt what he was doing.

"Uh . . . This isn't what it looks like," He said,

"Really? 'Cause it looks like you're masturbating to me," I reply as I fold my arms,

" . . . Okay, it's exactly what it looks like," He mumbled, his hand still in his pants, "But I can explain,"

"Oh, no need. I completely understand." I say, raising my hands. I notice a bit of lace sticking out of the top of his boxers, "That better not be what I think it is . . ."

Draco laughed sheepishly, "Uh . . . No . . . "

"You're using my underwear as wank material!?" I ask, raising my voice,

"In my defense, you do wear some pretty sexy things," he replied.

His flattery did nothing to calm me down . . . Okay, it did. I'm a sucker for compliments.

"It's your fault, anyway," Draco continued, "I was . . . Unsticking myself when I thought of you and your hands and naturally I . . . Got erect . . . "

I grin as I walk over to him with a sway in my hips. I crawl up the bed until I'm eye level with his crotch.

I gently blow on the exposed skin and then I quickly get up on off the bed, much to Draco's disappointment.

"I would love to help you Draco," I say as I roll my eyes at his glare, "But you don't deserve it so . . . Finish yourself off. I'm going to go read"

I left the room before I could be on the receiving end of Draco's shouts.

- B. R. E. A. K. -

Damn Granger, that conniving witch!

I'd just finished showering and I called up work to explain why I wasn't coming in.

Heh, they're so gullible. Do I sound sick?

With a scoff and fully dressed (after double and triple checking my clothes for more glue . . . ) I went downstairs and on the sofa was a sleeping little angel.

Let me rephrase that, on the sofa was satan . . . Okay, I'm exaggerating but whatever . . .

After 3 years of god awful mischief, Hermione Granger finally caved.

I looked at her peaceful sleeping face.

Rest while you can Granger, I'm just getting started.