Hola mis amigos! Como estas! and morning morning to everyone else... cept its not morning of course but hey who cares! my birthday on friday! Tardis cake! woohoo! anyway... down to business... thank you so much for all the reviews... but im not fond of criticism... i understand that i should except it but... hey im being honest... try and phrase you criticism nicely... pweaseeeeeeee? I've killed off draco ONLY KIDDING! phew but here's the story...

Disclaimer- I didnt disclaim for the last one, so i disclaim now disclaims I don't own anything... except merchandise hee hee...i want to make my own merchandise! oh and... anyone like those official hp t-shirts that say things like 'mudblood..' and 'muggle' and ' i solemnly swear i'm up to no good'..? i love those! anyway I've finished my curly wurly tangent (russell howard! don't own him either...damn.)

As the last of the luggage disappeared through the school's massive front doors (floating of course…this is a magic school after all). The students milled about saying goodbye, doing homework and being chased round a common room in the case of one Draco Malfoy.

"Honestly Professor! I didn't mean it! It wasn't for you!"

Professor Snape merely growled in response and reached for Draco's throat.

"Ah… umm Professor! I'm sorry!!!" wailed Draco as he sprinted behind a pitifully small sofa, amid howls of laughter.

"Change it back boy!" Snape thundered, finally catching a stricken Draco.

"But …I c-can't Sir…" stuttered Malfoy, "I don't know how to…"

"YOU LIE!" Snape towered menacingly over the blonde boy, however the effect was somewhat spoiled by the fact that Snape's usual lank black greasy locks were pink and fluffy and afro-ed.

Draco couldn't hold back a laugh any longer and doubled over in fits.

Snape's face contorted. Never had he been more humiliated in his life. He'd walked right into one of Hogwarts infamous booby traps (set up by bored students), and not only that! Set up by one of his own house! One Draco Malfoy to be precise… speaking of Draco Malfoy…

Snape whipped out his wand (no not that one) and muttered something. The Slytherin Common Room burst into more giggles as Draco felt something like an egg being whipped on his head.

No…no... he hadn't… he couldn't have… Draco eyes widened as he put a hand to his head. Something unlike his smooth silky locks… something curly frizzy and BIG.

"HOLY …!!!!!!!" Draco ran to the nearest mirror, clutching his head. Severus smiled vengefully and swept from the room, holding on to what dignity he could.

One very sheepish visit to Professor Flitwick and lunch in the Great Hall, Draco (complete with normalized, if a bit sticky, hair) made his way down to the 'horseless' carriages with most of the student body.
Filch watched the hordes go with a look of glee. He turned to his companion

"Now we can have some fun, eh?" He grinned lecherously, winking at her.

Irma Pince smiled in a coy way that belied her many years.

"I know!" She said eagerly, "Lets go to my place-"

"Of course! I thought you'd never ask!" Filch started

"- and library all the new books!" she finished smiling widely.

Filch followed Irma, dragging his feet. She would never get his ahem subtle hints.

Severus Snape looked into the mirror, seeming slightly frazzled. The mirror was kind enough to point this out to him. He cursed it. He'd tried every spell he'd known, but the pink …thing was still on his head. He sighed. There was nothing for it. He tucked his wand into his hair for safe keeping and hurried over to Flitwicks office. Flitwick wouldn't poke too much fun would he…? Ah… who was he kidding? He'd never live it down.
The Hogwarts Express puffed into Platform 9 ¾ at 9 'o' clock. Harry yawned. There had been delays in leaving Hogsmeade so the train was running an hour behind schedule- a stranger with a weird pink afro had tried to board the train looking for Flitwick. Flitwick had shied from the visitor, believing him to be an old wartime enemy and the man was forcibly ejected by a surprisingly beefy Professor McGonagal. Harry shuddered. Who knew she worked out so much…?
On the platform a cheery wave and a call of "Harry! C'mere" alerted Ron, Harry and Hermione to the rest of the 'Ginger clan'.

'That's it, forget me, I'm only your brother' Ron grumbled. Fred turned round from his occupation of stroking a freaked Harry… (carefully not saying where).

"Don't worry lil' bro!"

"We wont forget you"

"But if you still grow…"

"You'll smell of poo!" finished George.

Ron glared at them and surreptiously smelt himself.

"Wotcher Weasleys!" Tonks stood and beamed at everyone from her perch on one of the many Hogwarts trunks.

"Yello, Tonks!" Everyone called.

"What're you doing then?" asked Ron, "I mean, did you come to pick us up too?"

"Hmm," said one of the twins intelligently, "Harry's a big boy now, he doesn't need to escorted everywhere now…?"

Tonks grinned and replied, "I'm just here to pick up my cousin."

No.

She couldn't mean…

(Its a bit short but nature calls lol! (sure you wanted to know that)) Muahahaha... a cliffy.. of sorts... i guess people might already know who... maybe... but hee hee hee ...(tee hee hee) ...'till next time!