THE DEVIL WITH AN ANGEL'S FACE Chapter 9: Payback By: littlebit DISCLAIMER: J.K's stuff, my stuff, every1 knows the difference

'TROLL! Everybody run! Ahhh! It's in my bedroom!!!,' Malfoy screamed as he ran into the Hall the next morning.

Everyone gasped, then burst out laughing. Of course people had been scared at first, but they couldn't help laughing out loud at the sight of Malfoy in his bright pink boxers with a bright pink Mohawk sticking out of his head.

Everyone seemed to realise that it was all a joke and even Dumbledore laughed so hard that his glasses fell off his nose.

Malfoy looked down and realised that his boxer shorts were different than the ones he had put on that night. Suddenly his hands went up to his head and he screamed. He ran out of the Hall, right after he gave me the worst glare he had ever given me.

It was a small step, but it made me feel a lot better about what he had done.

Phase two was even funnier. Malfoy as a purple goat. He was drinking his pumpkin juice at dinner and pop! He turned into a goat. Dumbledore laughed as well. Malfoy trod around for awhile, before someone opened the Great Hall's doors, and Malfoy galloped out.

Dumbledore stood up. 'When you are done with your meal, I would like Lilian Evans, Sirius Black and James Potter to see me in my office. Thank you.'

I grinned at James.

After dinner we went to Dumbledore's office, he let us in and sat down behind his desk. He peered down at us sternly, then a small smile spread across his face.

'Now, I know you three like to pull pranks, but don't you think you should take a break in between? I mean, the colours, they're just so vibrant.' He finished with a twinkle in his eyes.

'Um, sure, I guess,' Sirius trailed off. We were used to Dumbledore being "stern" but for some reason he was acting, sort of, different.

'Ok, well, if there are no further matters, then have a good night,' he motioned for us to leave. As we were exiting he cleared his throat and we turned around. 'Just out of curiosity who changed Malfoy's boxers? I presume they weren't his to begin with.'

James and I looked at Sirius, who grinned.

'Ah, I thought so. Well, good night.'

We turned and left. As we walked out of Dumbledore's study and as the gargoyle sprang back into place, who should we have run into, other than Malfoy himself. 'You're going to get what you deserve, Mudblood.' He hissed, pushing me.

Sirius caught me as I stumbled backwards. James pulled out his wand. 'You want to fight, do you?' he said through clenched teeth.

The next thing I knew, Malfoy and James were both lying on the ground. Malfoy seemed to be body-locked, and James had green sprouts for legs.

Littlebit: hehe. I had a little problem uploading the other day, and there's technically two versions of this, but this one's better. Thank you J.Fo for pushing me, this is dedicated to you. Oh, yeah, The Devil with An Angel's Face doesn't really work anymore. So, any suggestions? Have a good X-mas, I'll write more on vacation. See you later darlings. LOTR2 is awesome!!