As he exited his rooms, he was unaware of the pink cloud surrounding his head.
*
Chapter 10
Harry wondered if Snape had opened his gift or not. He snorted into his pumpkin juice at the thought of his Potions professor's face when he realised he'd just been pranked.
When said Potions professor entered the Great Hall in his usual stoic manner, glower in place, he choked on the next sip of his juice. He couldn't wait until everyone else noticed!
*
Severus swept into the Great Hall as usual. He made his way to the staff table, suddenly aware of the looks he was receiving from the majority of the student body. As he sat down, watching the little germ factories warily, they suddenly all burst into laughter, all staring at him between bursts of hilarity. He looked to either side of him, noticing his fellow faculty members trying to stifle their giggles, trying to show sympathy. Why, he didn't know. What is so funny? What has it got to do with me?
He was completely nonplussed. Why are they all laughing at me? He looked down at himself, letting a subtle breath of relief out when he saw his clothes were still visible. However, when he tilted his head, a lock of hair fell into his peripheral vision. He blanched at the sight of it. It was pink!
*
Harry didn't join the laughing. Instead, he smirked and watched as Snape's face became even paler. He wanted to burst out laughing, but if he did, he felt as though Snape would know it was him.
He took pleasure in the fact that he'd cast the spell without his teacher even noticing! It was a proud moment for him, indeed.
He quite enjoyed the look of fearful horror on Snape's face. It gave him a maliciously happy feeling, knowing he could get one on his teacher like that. Especially if the teacher was Professor Severus Snape.
*
Severus abruptly stood, glaring at the students and, most especially, the staff. He swept back out of the Hall, intent on putting an end to this heinous prank. The little twerp had dared to mess with his hair! When he found out who was responsible… wait! Red box… yellow rose… Gryffindor… Harry Potter! He seethed as he made his way to his office, hoping there was something in there to change his hair back to its usual black.
Once in his office, Severus slammed the door, wishing he had someone's face to slam it in. He stormed around the little room, looking everywhere for some kind of cure.
He found none.
Resorting to 'foolish wand waving', he tried a simple "Finite Incantatum" but it didn't work. It made his hair turn an even deeper shade of magenta. He shuddered. When I get my hands on that little bastard… He gave a frustrated growl, throwing a jar of Pickled Pixies across the room, its contents splattering all over the wall behind his desk.
**
He'd made it through the first two lessons of the morning without killing anyone. He'd taken two hundred points from both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, one hundred points from Hufflepuff and fifty from Slytherin. He was even more angry than he had been that morning, upon first seeing his hair. His anger was rapidly building. He couldn't wait to be able to let it out on Potter when the little bastard's lesson came around. He grinned nastily as he thought of ways of making the evil little shit suffer. He couldn't prove it was Potter, but he knew it was him. He just knew. And, two could play at this game. Potter wouldn't see what'd hit him!
*
Harry leisurely made his way to class, following a worried Neville and a grinning Ron. Hermione just shook her head, over the hysterics of the morning. She was trying to be 'mature about this unfortunate, but somewhat amusing event.' Harry had just rolled his eyes and followed her to Potions.
Snape's hair was still pink. He obviously hadn't found out how to fix it. And Harry knew he'd tried Finite Incantatum. He'd figured out how to make the prank worse if someone tried to use that nifty little spell. He giggled to himself as he took a seat at the back, with Ron and Hermione, as usual. He smiled politely as he met Snape's glare evenly. He even nodded his acknowledgement. Though, they both knew he was nodding, admitting the prank was his doing. Snape narrowed his eyes, smirking slightly, his dark eyes glittering with challenge and absolute loathing. He started the lesson with no more than that, smirking at the groans he received for the particularly difficult potion they were to be brewing.
Harry went about his business silently. He had to bite his lip a couple of times to keep from laughing out loud every time he looked at his teacher's ridiculously pink hair. It was still hilarious.
By the end of the lesson, he'd made a somewhat acceptable Hair Growth potion. He was careful not to spill any on himself, after seeing Neville's palms… Smiling at the thought of his friend's silly accident, he scooped his potion into a vial with his name on it, ready to be handed in. He again made eye contact with Snape, wondering what his punishment would be for the prank. When it would occur.
*
Severus was biding his time. He observed the class silently. He stalked the room, taking five points here, ten points there, for incorrect stirring methods, uneven chopping and wrong shades of blues and purples. When he made it to Potter's cauldron, he glared down at the boy, daring him to do something to earn more points to be taken. He may have been biding his time for the prank payback, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy taking points from Gryffindor like he usually did. I mustn't give anything away…
When he and Potter made eye contact at the end of the class, he let the idiot boy know he wasn't off the hook. Narrowing his eyes, he let his intentions show. He let the child know he'd be sorry for messing with Severus Snape.
Severus sat regally behind his desk as the students left, waiting until everyone had gone before he made his move. He slipped into his office, making his way to the secret room behind his desk, to the right. In here, he would plan and plot until he came up with the perfect revenge for Potter. Or, until he had to go to the loo…
**
It was dinner time and he'd spent the last three hours in his little room, planning the demise of a one Harry Potter. He'd come up with a wonderfully evil plan that would surely have the boy in tears by the end of the next day. He gleefully made his way to the Great Hall, not caring about his hair for the moment. He'd made it this long with the god-awful colouring, he wasn't about to lose his cool over it now. Well… not in public.
As he sat at the staff table, he let his eyes search the room for a certain Gryffindor. When he found him, talking with his friends, laughing, joking, eating the pile of food his friends loaded his plate with, he had to fight to hold back a grin at the thought of what he was going to do to wipe the lopsided grin off that smug little face. He ate his dinner with relish.
"I say… this new relish is delightful, isn't it Severus?" asked Dumbledore, spreading some over his steak.
*
Harry laughed at his friends' antics as he ate as much as he could of the food being piled onto his plate. He could just feel his stomach expanding as Ron heaped chicken wings and potatoes on his plate.
He looked up at the staff table to see what his Potions professor was doing. He was beginning to get rather nervous, waiting for him to strike. He'd had no idea what he was getting himself into. But, he knew it was too late to turn back now. He shrugged when Severus smirked his evil little smirk again and went back to the latest helping of shepherd's pie from Hermione.
**
He showered leisurely that night, purposely waiting for the other boys to finish, so he could take as long as he wanted. He needed a good wank. He needed something to help him relax. And a nice long shower, accompanied by a good, soapy jerking off would do the trick. He grinned, grabbing his towel, wondering if Snape had received his note yet…
Once under the hot spray, he decided he needed to wash his hair first. Noticing the Elves had replaced his empty shampoo bottle with a new, purple, sweet-smelling one, he rubbed it in, rather enjoying the smell.
When he was sure he'd cleaned his hair properly, he used the leftover suds to start stroking himself to full arousal. As he lathered himself, he let his mind wander, focussing on nothing, covering everything. He smiled as he remembered the reaction of not only the students, but the staff, when Severus had walked in so proudly… with a mop of pink hair! He chuckled, stroking a little faster as he thought of the look on the pale face. Those dark eyes widening in horror… then later, those eyes promising a retaliation he wouldn't forget…
He was so close… he thrust into his hand, pulling harshly, circling the tip with his thumb. His left hand cupped his testicles, massaging them, bringing himself closer to completion. He planted his feet more firmly, bracing himself for his orgasm. He pumped furiously, closing his eyes, focussing solely on the building pleasure in his stomach… in his groin. He slid his soapy left hand from his testicles, back to his arse, slipping a digit inside his anus, bending forward slightly to give himself easier access. He groaned softly as his middle finger pushed past the tight muscle. He wriggled it to send a pleasurable sensation through all the nerve endings in his anal passage as he searched for that spot… there! He bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans as his orgasm approached. He worked his index finger inside himself, never ceasing his stroking, sometimes squeezing tighter, twisting his hand slightly on the up-stroke.
Finally, with the last push against his prostate, the last thumbing of his slit, he came. He came in a tiny flood that felt like a tsunami. Pulling his fingers from his arse, he braced his hand against the cold tiles, riding out his orgasm by thrusting lazily into his hand.
God, he needed that!
*
Severus grumbled to himself as he tried, and failed, to scrub the pink from his hair with shampoo. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and walked into his bedroom, dripping all over the carpets. He didn't care. He was still angry at Potter. Why did he have to choose pink of all the horrid colours! He flung his towel on the chair by his bed as he dressed in his pyjamas.
As he went to climb into bed, he noticed a note sitting atop his pillow in a familiar scrawl. He scowled, assuming he was about to read a gloating note about Potter's wonderful intelligence and stealth. He almost burned it… but didn't. He didn't know why, but he read it against his better judgement.
Professor,
If you get this, you haven't figured out how to reverse your… situation.
Roses are pretty, aren't they? Though, I find that the sweeter they smell, the sharper the thorns. Usually, it's best to be rid of them and the problems they cause, don't you agree?
Severus blinked. That made no sense at all. He read it again.
Roses? What on earth… ah! He summoned the gift from earlier and retrieved the rose from the box. Looking closely at it to see whether or not he could detect the spell or hex that was used, Severus sniffed it again, savouring the sweet smell for the last time, before he destroyed it.
As he set fire to it, he held a lock of hair before his eyes, watching it turn from bright pink to inky black once more. He sighed in relief, thankful he didn't have to suffer through another day with pink hair and giggling students.
He remembered his little prank. It'd taken quite a bit to convince one of the House Elves to replace Potter's shampoo with his… special blend.
Chuckling, he lay back in bed, vanishing the red box and allowed himself to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.
*
The next morning, Harry awoke to a bizarre sensation that seemed to be all over his body. He was really itchy. Looking down at his hands, he almost fainted. Looking in his pyjama pants, he did. So this was Snape's revenge…?
AN: Hello! Sorry this isn't as long as the last chapter, but I felt it was a good place to leave off. At least you got a little lime, yeah?
Hehehe, I wonder what Severus has done to Harry! Oh no!
A HUGE thank you to Egglorru for her museliness! She's awesome as always! I would like to dedicate this chapter to her. She's given me some wonderful ideas.
Also, I would just like to clear up something that someone so nicely pointed out: I've made the Weasley twins only one year above Harry and Ron. Why? Because I'm a tool and thought that was the age difference for some reason… lol! I didn't know they're actually two years Harry's seniors.
And, a HUGE thank you to everyone who reviews! Over 200 reviews now! You are all freakin' amazing!