Step Three: Add a touch of colour

"Severus! Severus, wake up! Severus!" A loud voice stirred his dreamless sleep. Snape rolled over and placed his naked left arm over his eyes then groaned. "Severus! It's noon, get up! You have slept quite enough already."

Moaning, Snape slowly sat up and let his room come into focus. A green light was emitting from the fireplace in his bedroom. "What do you want?" he groaned giving one of his death glares to no one in particular.

"I need you up here now Severus. I am in the need of a Polyjuice Potion for my seventh's years transfiguration class that I am planning." Minerva's voice came from the fireplace.

"Polyjuice for Transfiguration?" His voice questioned and he raised an eyebrow. He then flopped back down on the mattress. "Brew your own," he defined in his cold voice, not giving a damn about what she wanted.

"Severus Snape if you do not get your lazy arse out of bed then I will personally send the headmaster to see you. You are tiring my patients. Need I remind you that you are the Potions Master at Hogwarts and it is your responsibility to make potions at other teacher's needs? If you feel that you are no longer capable of performing that job, then maybe Professor Granger should take over and you should retire. If I do not stand corrected I believe she is quite capable in getting a Potions Master degree in no time."

The sound of Hermione's name and a reference to his capabilities struck a nerve. "Bloody Gryffindors," Snape said under his breath.

"I heard that. You have five minutes Severus. Do not be late." With that Minerva's voice left the room.

Severus pushed back his black silk sheets and rose stark naked from the bed. He headed straight towards his lavatory for a shower. Turning on the water he pulled the green shower curtain far enough away so he could stepped under the burning hot spray ~ What the hell is going on here? Bloody Gryffindors are taking over the world I tell you. Can you please brew me this potion Severus? Oh can you brew me that potion Severus? Why would McGonagall use a Polyjuice Potion for Transfiguration? What a load of poppycock. ~

Finishing up with his personal care, Snape stepped out of the shower and went about getting ready. He noted that he was going to be late, but quite frankly he did not care. Stalking into the bedroom, Snape went straight to the mahogany wardrobe on the other side of his bedroom. A sea of pitch black welcomed his sight when he opened the thick monogamy doors. Only one garment in his wardrobe was not black. A scarf with the Slytherin house colours on it for when he watched Quidditch.

Knock Knock Knock

~ Who the hell could that be? ~ Snape pondered. He muttered a spell that dressed him in seconds and then walked over to the exit of his rooms, robes billowing behind him. When he opened the door a pair of warm brown eyes met his death glare that he was issuing. ~ Granger, great. ~

Hermione gave Snape a warm smile // Great he's still here, good thing I knock first this time. // " Hello Professor Snape, how are you this lovely afternoon?" her smile grew.

"Granger, what are you doing here? Snooping around again? I thought you might have grown out of that by now, but then again Gryffindors have always thought that they are above others." He sneered.

Hermione rolled her eyes at his rude comment. " I always thought that the Slytherins were the over confident ones who were supreme to the rest of the houses. But what do I know? I only graduated with the highest marks in three centuries. " She said in a matter-of-factly voice. "By the way, I am not snooping and I was not snooping around yesterday either. I was and am looking for you. Minerva sent me down here to remind you that she is still in the need of your assistants." Her gaze slipped to his rooms as she spoke. Soon she found herself craning her neck to see passed him.

Snape noticed her curiosity concerning his rooms and moved to block her view. "Very well then Ms. Granger." He pushed her out of his way as he left his rooms, slamming the door behind him, which locked instantly.

// Over confident bat. Someone needs to teach him some manners. // A semi smile raised on her lips. // That is just what we are about to do. Teach him never to mess with a Gryffindor who is head over heels for him. //

Hermione glanced to the corridor where Snape had disappeared down. When she saw no sign of him she approached the painting of bats that was hung above his door. " Lemon drops are raining." She whispered to the bats. They squeaked back at her but then they opened his door for her.

// Whoa, look at the books! // Hermione walked into his sitting room and was welcomed by shelves upon shelves of books. The only other furniture in the room was two green sofas and a coffee table in front of a fireplace. Everything was done in black, green colours and a dark mahogany wood. Two other doors where going off the room. // I have to pick one, uh how about this one, there seems to be not light behind it. // She walked over to the door and gently pushed it open. It was his study.

// More books? I thought I was a bookworm. // She crossed the room to get to another door and opened it. To her amassment it led to his office. // Whoa Snape just can't leave his work alone. But then again, neither can you 'mione // She walked back into his study and closed the door behind her. Then she walked back to where she started.

Opening the second door off the sitting, she found his bedroom. A huge four-poster canopy bed, that was left unmade, was the main attraction in this room. Hermione walked over to it and ran her fingers along the sheets. // Oh, black silk. It must be cool against his skin. What if he sleeps in the buff? Oh goddess Hermione get back to your task. //

"There's the wardrobe, lets get down to business." She spoke aloud to herself. The doors had been left open and all Hermione could see was black. " Alright black you've seen your last days," she drew her wand. " Flippo changero!"

With that a colourful rainbow of sparks shot out of her wand and landed on Snape's clothes. The sea of black turned into pink frock coats, neon green dress pants, yellow and clear robes, blue shoes, purple socks and his shirts turned hot red. Hermione could not help but burst out in laughter. " He is going to be so angry. Lets see if I can do anything about the décor in this room too. Then we must pay a visit to our old pal Dobby."

* * *

"Severus, oh I am so sorry. I forgot that if you add too much Boomslang skin then the potion blows up. I'm dreadfully sorry. And your robes are all tarnished. You should go and change, Severus. I have changed my mind; I no longer need the Polyjuice Potion."

Snape sighed and turned to leave McGonagall alone in her Transfiguration classroom. ~ Blundering woman. She purposely did that. Now look at me, just what I've always wanted to be covered in Polyjuice goop. ~

He made his way towards his sanctuary in the dungeons. He stopped when he reached his door. " Bloody Gryffindors" he muttered to the painting above the thick door.

The door swung open. Snape felt although his eyes had been burnt out of his head. Colours. Bright, horrible, putrid colours and there was no sign of his traditional black and green anywhere. Snape's mouth fell open. Furiously he stormed across his rooms, trying to find anything black. His sitting room sofas were purple and the rugs below them sky blue. He made his way to his study and discovered that all of the books on the shelves now made a rainbow. ~ Who did this? Who could have possible done this? ~

He ran towards his bedroom and opened the door. ~ No, not here! ~ Unfortunately for Snape it had happened. He looked on to the disaster that fell before him. His adored black silk sheets were now hot pink and his wardrobe no longer full of his usually attire. Snape let out a yell so loud, that the windows started to rattle.

* * *

"Hello Hermione, I can not tell you how please I am for you to be joining Minerva and I for a late lunch," Albus' voice rung throughout the great hall.

"Well Albus I must admit I find it lonely to eat all by myself and I do enjoy both of your company." Hermione sat down across from the couple and ordered her lunch.

"Did your plan for today go well?" McGonagall asked then took a long sip of her tea.

"Yes, quite in fact…." A voice yelling interrupted Hermione.

"AAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!"

The three professors looked up from their plates to find an extremely pissed off Potions Master storming into the great hall. Dressed in the most ridiculous, clashing outfit.

"Ah Severus. I see that you have taken my advice on brighten up your wardrobe. Though I must say, I was not expecting you to take a liking to such bright colours." Dumbledore softly spoke to the enraged man.

"Albus! Some one did this to me! Everything of mine has been turned into these blasted bright colours. And a house elf set the last of my remaining black robes on fire." Snape voice was getting strained from all of his yelling.

"Calm down Severus. You are scaring the ladies. Besides, can you not change your things back into black? I do believe it is a simple spell as we do teach it to the first years." Albus spoke calmly. Minerva and Hermione were fighting the urge to burst out in a fit of giggles.

"You really think I'm that stupid Albus? It won't work!" Snape started pacing in front of the head table.

"Settle down Severus, you are giving me a headache. Now let me try." Albus drew his wand from his robes and pointed it at the estranged Severus. " Revurso" blue stripes flew from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and hit Snape. Nothing happened.

"Well I'll be. I am regretful to say this Severus but I believe that someone has cast the 'Flippo Changero' spell on you. Better luck next time."

"Flippo Changero?! I have to put up with this mess for a week?!" Snape gaped at the headmaster.

"I am afraid so Severus. At least your hair is still it's old self and not orange. Now would you care to join us for lunch?"

Snape glared at his colleagues. " No thanks you," he muttered and stalked out of the great hall.

"Albus, what an unfortunate thing to happen to Severus," Minerva patted the headmaster's hand.

"I must admit it is such a terrible thing to happen to him, yet at the same time it suits him. Now ladies shall we continue with our luncheon?"

* * *

Hermione knocked on the door to Minerva's rooms. She shuffled herself nervously from side to side, waiting to talk to her friend.

The door opened and McGonagall stepped out in her nightclothes. "Oh Hermione, child come on in," she gestured for the young lady to enter the room. " You really must tell me all about your adventure from this afternoon." The older lady walked over to one of two plumped chairs sitting by a fire.

"Minerva it was absolutely brilliant! I did just what you told me and then some. I also added the bright colours into everything he owns. I do believe he is quite angry." Hermione did not take a seat but paced in front of he old Professor.

"How did you manage to get a house elf to set his last black robes on fire? And do sit down child."

"Well I went down to the kitchens to visit Dobby. Harry had set him free from the Malfoy's. I simple asked him a favor and I gave him some old pairs of socks that I had. He was rather happy to oblige."

Hermione sat down and looked at McGonagall. " Well Hermione I do believe we should what do they call it " lay low" for some time. Severus is questioning every being in the castle, dead or alive. He is rather determined to find out who did it to him. Do you have any ideas what to do next?"

The younger professor scrunched her nose. " I've been thinking about sabotaging his classroom on him. He is rather a neat freak, so making a mess should tick him of quite nicely."

Minerva clapped her hands together. "Perfect! Entirely perfect! When the semester has commenced we shall continue with your plan. Perhaps whilst his class is in session?"

Hermione stared in disbelief at McGonagall. " You can not be serious. While he's teaching? What if he blames it on one of the students? What if it sets a bad example for them?"

"Forget the "What ifs" child. It will be prefect and we shall use a complex spell in one of his first-years classes. He will not know what hit him!" Minerva started giggling like a little schoolgirl.

// I can't believe the way she is acting. A person could swear that she's gone crackers. //

* * *

"Blasted bloody colours, they can all go straight to hell." Snape grumbled then drank a full shot of hard vodka. He had shut himself up in his office due to the colourful rainbow that had now become his rooms.

"I'll find whoever did this! When I do they shall pay dearly for this!" he declared as he walked over to his workbench and curled up with his bottle of vodka.

TBC…

*~*~* Sarsa *~*~*

Hey all! Again I thank everyone who has reviewed. I am terribly sorry for not updating sooner, but I have been rather busy.

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