Part 14; Day 21 of pranking

"So, is he taking you?"

"From the way he burned the letter, I assume not."

"Well, if you see him there, stick to him like glue." Hermione giggled.

"Sure." Draco agreed.

The two had linked arms long ago when they first met up in the hall, and had been since they started walking with the others toward Hogsmead.

"So if we don't see him, I was thinking we buy two outfits, just two so we don't waste money, and you can take them to Snape and ask him which he likes best." Hermione suggested as they all grew nearer to Hogsmead.

Draco laughed. "Okay. What will we do with them, though?"

Hermione shrugged, pulling her coat tighter around herself with her free hand. "Donate them to someone who's actually having a baby." She giggled.

"What? Excuse me, what are you suggesting, Hermione?" Draco feigned a hurt expression, his free hand going to his flat stomach.

Hermione giggled again and slapped him.

As they continued towards Hogsmead, neither teen had yet realized how friendly they had gotten with their enemy.

…after the weekend…

Draco smiled, tucking his hand into his satchel for the thousandth time, feeling the little baby clothes he and Hermione had picked out over the weekend. He smiled remembering how much fun it had been, how he had suggested hideous outfit after hideous outfit and she had made adorably vile faces at them.

Only when Draco realized he had just mentally called the mudblood 'adorable' did he stop smiling in memory. Since when was the mudblood 'adorable'? He was startled out of his thoughts when he felt something smack his shoulder. Glancing down, he saw a note crumpled up on the floor. He glanced around and saw Hermione glance at him, then go back to what she was doing.

Draco rolled his eyes and discreetly pushed his quill so it fell off his desk, henceforth giving him the perfectly legitimate excuse to bend over and grab it, along with the crumpled up note; even though Snape gave him a disapproving glance anyway. Draco opened the note after Snape's eyes returned to the chalkboard.

When are you going to show him the clothes?

H

Draco glanced back up at her and held up one finger and she nodded, turning back to her station.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were preparing for their prank, which they couldn't help but feel was rather weak.

Ron raised his hand.

"What, Mister Weasley?" Snape growled.

"What is the barometric pressure of a porcupine?" He asked the first random question to come to mind.

Snape stared at him in bewilderment for a moment. "Mister Weasley, Porcupines, do not have barometric pressures. What, pray tell, does this question have to do with our lesson?"

"Oh, nothing." Ron smiled.

"Indeed." Snape went back to teaching, and about three minutes later, Harry raised his hand. "Sir, what is the quotient of four times the sum of fifteen plus thirty-five squared?"

Snape furrowed his brow. "Mister Potter, this is Potions, not Maths. Kindly refrain from stupidity." He turned back to his chalkboard.

Ron and Harry shared a confused glance from across the room. Snape was hardly reacting. Normally, removal of house points, detentions, something would be doled out by now.

"What's the quadrilateral to the subsequent of the co-efficient?" Ron asked another Maths problem that had no real answer and Snape completely ignored him.

Ron and Harry shared another confused glance. Snape, apparently was no longer letting their antics bother him. Was he getting smart? He must figure they would get tired of bothering him if they thought he didn't care anymore. Boy was he wrong.

Ron jumped up and ripped his robes off, then pulled off his tie and threw it at the Slytherins, who ducked and screamed as if the red and gold tie was poisonous. Ron swiftly ripped off his shirt and jumped on the desk, howling and waving his shirt over his head, making the room burst into giggles, then loud laughter that was hard for Snape to ignore, though he put up a valiant effort, even raising his voice above it, still droning on about some potion or another. Only when he saw Ron reaching to unbuckle his belt did he swiftly move over and pull the teen down from the desk.

"Dress yourself, you insolent boy." He growled, fetching his discarded robes and shoving them at Ron, who was laughing and all smiles. A bunch of the girls had been whistling and cheering him on. He should do that more often.

"Quiet! He snapped at the class, pushing Ron back into his seat, still half-clothed. Swiftly, Snape began teaching again.

Draco, however, thought now was a perfect time to bug him again before he had time to recover from Ron's antics. "Dearest?" He stood and moved over to Snape's desk, satchel in hand.

"Go back to your seat, Malfoy." Snape grumbled.

"Hold on, I want your opinion on something." Draco ignored Snape's command as he brought out the two baby outfits from his satchel and laid them out neatly on Snape's desk. "Which one do you prefer?" Draco asked smugly, looking up at Snape. He was only just barely able to suppress the laugh he felt building in his throat. He needed to hold it back, however, and remained quite serious.

Snape closed his eyes briefly, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts before replying. He opened his eyes and raised them briefly to the ceiling before pointing at one outfit without even looking at them, then turning back to the chalkboard.

Draco's smile faltered and he glanced desperately over at Hermione, who wore a shocked expression on her face. Draco turned back to Snape, baffled, before slowly collecting the outfits and hurrying back to his seat, his cheeks burning from all the stares. Sure, pretending to be pregnant had its benefits –when Snape was on the receiving end of the humiliation. But when no one was laughing from his reaction, it did hurt a little bit.

Hermione sent Draco a sympathetic glance, then looked worriedly over at her professor, who was still teaching away, as though he had hardly registered their pranks that day. Were their pranks no longer taking enough effect? Were Pottley and Grangoy finally coming to and end?

AN: So what do you think about Snape's new approach to the teen's pranks? Will it last, or will he not be able to deal with them this way for long?

Idea credit goes to brharrypotter7 for the baby clothes idea! Please review and let me know what you think, as well as let me know if you have any new prank ideas!