A/N: I would like to apologize for some coarse language. If you don't like, don't read. Oh and by the way, I'm too attached to Fred and George to accept that they have left school by the time Harry is in his 7th year, so for this fic, they are still studying at Hogwarts. Just pretend that they have to repeat their NEWTs or something...

Oh yeah, I also edited the story a little so that you guys would understand how the students turned into something-that-I-would-not-mention-in-this-author's-note-because-it-would-ruin-the-story. Thank you DreamsReality for helping me to improve the chapter:)

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

Spells, emphasis

What the hell?

It had been one whole month since the disastrous 'mass jog incident'. Thankfully, Snape never did find out that Harry was the one who hexed him.

Lessons pretty much went on as usual for Harry. Well, the only difference was the horrendous amount of homework that they were expected to complete. After all, it was the year that they were supposed to take their NEWTs.

All the teachers simply enjoyed reminding them over and over again that their NEWTs result would affect their future, that their NEWTs results were very important. Naturally, that kept all the students, including Harry, on tenterhooks almost all the time.

However, Dumbledore (the silly old coot) decided that the students were too stressed and needed a break.

His eyes were twinkling even more than usual as he whispered out, "transformo luteolus deliciae" while waving his wand in a triangular motion.

And now, let the "fun" begin…

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"Oh my gosh! Ahhhh!"

Harry awoke to yells that were piercingly loud, that were coming from his dormitory. He winced at the sound, sore at the fact that he was so rudely awoken. He had been in a rather pleasant dream, mind you, one that featured him playing for Puddlemere United, when he was awoken quite unpleasantly.

'What now,' he thought grumpily to himself.

He was rather shocked to see something huge and yellow running around the dormitory.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was triangular-shaped and appeared to be the one making all the noise. Hmm…what kind of strange creature was that? It looked like nothing he had ever seen before.

With a jolt, he realized that he could see clearly without his glasses. That only added to his confusion.

"Wha-", he muttered in an undertone, thinking that he was still in a dream.

It took him a while to realize that the triangular thing had Ron's voice, but when he finally did, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Harry! Where are you? We've all been turned into yellow things!", the thing with Ron's voice said fearfully.

Wait…Yellow things?

"Ron…I'm here!", Harry faced Ron, trying not to laugh. This dream was getting preposterous!

"Harry, since when was your hair brown?" Ron asked him suspiciously.

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Obviously Ron did not notice that Snape had helped him to dye his hair. Erm hello, it's been ONE WHOLE MONTH?!? However, he prevented himself from voicing out that thought aloud. Instead, he just told Ron patiently that his hair had been like that since the start of the year. Ron looked mildly surprised and possibly even guilty (Harry could not really tell- it was kind of hard to tell what a person was feeling without being able to see facial expressions). With that settled, Harry went back to thinking about the crisis at hand.

Wanting desperately to believe that it was a horrible joke, he went to the mirror to check, hoping against hope that his own reflection was still normal. Sadly, he realized that he too, was a yellow triangular thing.

"Holy shit!", he cursed. This must be somebody's idea of a prank- somebody must have added something in their food that caused them to turn into this….this horrendous thing! Just then, his other dorm mates had woken up.

Despite himself, he found the situation rather comical, for Ron still had his flaming red hair even though he had transformed into the yellow thing. (Honestly, the hair clashed horribly with yellow).

"This must be Fred and George's doing!" Ron exclaimed angrily before he stormed out of the dormitory to look for said twins. Feeling curious and a little outraged at this "little prank", Harry, Neville, Seamus and Dean followed suit.

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When they reached Fred and George's dormitory, they were shocked to see a long queue of yellow things banging on their door, demanding to see the mischievous twins. But what astounded them even more was the sight of two canary-coloured things coming out of the room, both sporting what was undeniably the trademark Weasley flaming red hair.

O…K…, Harry was now convinced that it was not their doing. So who the hell was responsible for all the students' mutation?

"What is all this commotion about?", Professor McGonagall demanded as she walked towards the huge crowd. She let out an involuntary gasp when she realized that they were students.

"Oh dear…", she exclaimed as soon as she realized that they were actually Gryffindors.

Being the ever experienced professor that she was, she quickly came to a decision.

"I'll go and inform the headmaster, everyone gather in the Hall. Prefects, check if the students in the other houses have the same problem…if so, ask them to head towards the hall as well…", she informed all her distraught students. Harry glanced up just in time to see Ron and Hermione (he guessed it was her because of her bushy brown hair) walking briskly towards the Ravenclaw tower.

Not wanting to be left standing alone outside Fred and George's dormitory, he shuffled along with the other students towards the Hall. Moments later, he spotted Dumbledore smiling cheerfully at the students, beckoning them to join their respective tables.

"Sheesh, doesn't that old man ever feel tired in the morning? It's 6.30 for god's sake", he grumbled to himself. Other students also appeared to be extremely discontented that they were being deprived of their precious sleep.

Dumbledore cleared his throat before he addressed the students.

"Good morning, fellow students! It seems we have a slight problem here-"

"Slight problem indeed!", Seamus told the rest of the Gryffindors in a loud carrying whisper.

"It appears that you have all turned into lemon drops. Not to worry, the effects will be gone by the end of the day. Lessons will proceed on as usual. Good day!", he informed the students of Hogwarts cheerfully before leaving the Hall.

"That old man must have lost his marbles!", Dean complained to anyone within earshot. Harry could not help but agree with him. This was without a doubt, the works of their dear headmaster. (A/N: Oh I just love starring Dumbledore as a senile old coot. Lol.)

Surprisingly, once all the commotion had died down, people actually went on to their lessons as usual. Naturally, there were a few lessons that the students could not take part in (namely Quidditch, try getting huge lemondrops to stay put on brooms!). Thankfully, they were not sticky, so they did not attract any ants or bees. That was the only good point out of this whole strange day.

It was 7 in the evening when they finally changed back to their usual selves. Everyone was extremely relieved to see that their clothes were still intact and not destroyed by their weird transformation earlier on in the day. Even Harry's spectacles miraculously appeared on his face, completely unharmed and in one piece.

As he sat down with Hermione and Ron during dinner, Hermione suddenly commented, "Your glasses changed! They became more…rectangular"

Once again, Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Honestly, first Ron, then Hermione? He knew that Ron was not the most observant person, but Hermione usually was. That was, until she became blissfully in love. Geez, love really made a person blind, doesn't it?

He decided to just leave her wondering about his glasses, for he did not want to go on for hours about a debate regarding the severe plunge of her level of observance. Instead, he opted to pay Snape a surprise visit. He had not been to Snape's room since they had exchanged bodies back. Come to think of it, he did miss Snape's presence from time to time, especially so when the "lovebirds" were preoccupied. It was then that he felt lonely.

With that thought in his head, he ignored Hermione protest's of him not eating enough and started to make his way to the dungeons.

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Snape was lonely. It was as simple as that. Poring over his precious potions books did not even help ease those horrid feelings that Snape was not supposed to feel. He tried his best to convince himself otherwise, but clearly, he was fighting a losing battle. For days like this, Snape usually had only one solution - listening to his CD player.

Snape could not help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of said CD player. It was one of the few precious possessions that he owned, not forgetting Gaza, of course.

He had bought it several years ago at muggletown. At that time, he thought that it was kind of intriguing. Who knew that it would become one of his most precious sources of comfort? Of course, a CD player required CDs, so he had bought himself several CDs as well.

He hated to admit it, but muggle music had much more appeal to him than music in the wizarding world. Who gave a damn about the silly songs that the Weird Sisters sang? Anyway, there were only a limited number of singers who were popular in the wizarding world, all of which were not to Snape's liking.

Snape placed a CD into his CD player gently before hitting the "play" button (What, surely you didn't think that he was not smart enough to find a way round the lack of electricity in Hogwarts now, did you?). The track, "Cupid's Chokehold" immediately started to boom from his player.

He allowed himself to sink into a comfortable brown armchair, soaking in the music completely.

He could feel himself getting relaxed already.

It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast

But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one

Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son

He wondered vaguely how the person who wrote the song must be feeling- blissfully in love, no doubt. It sounded like the writer was some lovesick fool that was drooling over some silly girl. What was so attractive about girls anyway? They were so emotional…so weak. They acted odd almost all the time; sometimes laughing when it was not even funny, crying for no apparent reason, getting offended over the most trivial things…

And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long

But I promise this is on a whole new plane

I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)

I love it when she calls my phone

She even got her very own ringtone

If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)

'Hah! Yeah right…', Snape thought cynically to himself.

It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home

And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor

She'll be back into my arms once more for sure

Take a look at my girlfriend

She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)

Not much of a girlfriend

I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

She's got a smile that would make the most senile

Annoying old man bite his tongue

I'm not done

She's got eyes comparable to sunrise

And it doesn't stop there

Man I swear

She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten

And now she's even got her own song

But movin' on

She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard

And we can be on the phone for three hours

Not sayin' one word

And I would still cherish every moment

And when I start to build my future she's the main component

Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but

Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here…

Suddenly, an image of Harry popped into his mind.

Harry with a bright smile on his face, a mischievous glint in his eyes…

Harry with his carefree laughter…

Great, just what he needed, another reminder that Harry was not with him.

'Stop wallowing in self-pity! You, of all people, do not need a…Potter by your side', he chided himself before turning up the volume even louder.

He closed his eyes and started to sing the song, along with the man that he had mentally called a lovesick fool just a moment ago. He even started swaying on his armchair.

Just then, he heard someone let out a gasp.

"S-Snape? What the hell?", the ever so eloquent Harry stuttered, to Snape's utter dismay.

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What can I say? I simply love tormenting Snape. It's so much fun. evil laugh

[A/N: Song- Cupid's Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes. I know that Fanfict does not really allow people to copy and paste other people's song lyrics, so that is why I just added part of the song to the chapter. And hey, I acknowledged the people who sang it...It's not as if I'm going to start selling the song lyrics to other people.