( Gasp! Snape is going to strike back soon. Dark will be found out! I will admit to being a loser!)

Severus Snape sat in his living quarters with a slight scowl on his face. He had a blue piece of torn cloth in his hand. It has a big red S on it. He had done some research on this symbol. That is, from the suit some student punk had put him into. He leardned that it was the symbol for Superman. Superman, he found was a "super hero" from a comic book...An American comic book! He had his culprit!

Snape's face suddenly split into a sinister grin. If you saw anyone with a look like this on their face, you'd be running as fast as you could! He'd get her for this. This would probably turn out to be an all out war of wits... or something catchy sounding like that. The thing was, he didn't know what drove Miss Smith to do such things. He'd been pretty fair to her, hadn't he? He certainly didn't treat her like Potter. another thing that puzzled Snape was that he didn't feel like he hated the girl. He should after what she did, but no. He felt like this was some sort of competition against her. Of course thst didn't mean he wouldn't get his revenge. He would! And he'd laugh, oh how he'd laugh!....I'm sounding insane now. No more of this paragraph!!

" I'll have to think of a good prank to pull on her. It has to let her know this is war.....But I can't do anyting to her pretty face.....WHAT???" Snape was thinking this, but the the sudden exclamation was spoken, rather, shouted out loud. That was an odd thought to think. Snape was slightly afraid of that thought. He dismissed it for now, and went on to plotting. He decided to give Dark a warning shot before he made his big move. In fact, he was going to fire that warning shot right now. Snape stalked off.

Dark woke up the next morning and looked at the bed curtains at the end of her bed. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Someting was hanging from them. It looked like a torn piece of a...Superman suit! It was. Nobody could mistake the big S logo.

" Oh crap, he's on to me!" Dark said quietly. Then she thought of someting. How did Snape get that thing in here?.... Would that mean he came here? Dark got a strange feeling in her stomach when she considered this. She pulled the cloth off of her curtains and an idea struck her. She grinned evily... Another look that would send someone running.. well not running, but it would get a lot of suspicious looks, anyways.

Dark went through her morning routine, and made her way to the common room. She talked to Harry about his invisibility cloak, and he agreed to let her borrow it. Dark took the cloak, and went to the great hall alone. It was pretty empty, and Snape wasn't there yet. Dark discreetly put on the cloak, and waited for him. When he arrived, Dark whispered the incantation, and the spell hit him. Just then, a big crowd of students came into the hall. Dark sat at the Gryffindor table and watched Snape out of the corner of her eye. Her friends sat down and did the same.

Just then, Snape's eyes went wide and he shifted in his seat. It was obvious that he was trying to discreetly feel his backside.

" Heh, look, Snape's feeling himself," Dark whispered to the others, trying not to laugh at what she said. That was probably the best pun she would ever make. Although she didn't balme Snape. He had just sprouted a bunny tail.

He got up and tried to leave, but Dumbledore saw the fluffy tail. He said something to Snape and laughed. Professor Snape went very red, either in anger or embarassment. Dark was so happy to see that Dumbledore had called attention onto Snape by just takilng to him. That old guy was the best!

Laughter started softly, and soon reached a roar. By then, Snape was gone though. Too bad he was allreadt on to Dark. She was starting to wonder if she should have done that. Oh well, she had something else coming for him in class today!

Dark remembered the cloth and showed the others. They were a bit shocked to hear that Snape was on to Dark, but Dark wasn't very bothered by it. She just wanted to know how it got in her room.

Dark left the Great hall and went to transfiguration class. They were still studing animaguses and were learning how to find their inner animal form. It all sounded more complicated that Dark thought it would be. She used to watch Sirius transform all the time. It looked simple. Although, Dark always wondered how he did it. After a few more classes, Dark was heading down to the potions classroom. She couldn't wait to see Professor Snape's tail. The thought of it made Dark laugh and skip all the way down the hall. When she got there, the class was filing in to the room. Some of them asked if she had anythig in store for them today. She only smiled and said " You'll see!"

She took the blue fabric out of her pocket and walked into the room with the rest of the straglers. Snape looked up and noticed the blue cloth in Dark's hand. Dark thought there was a somewhat fearful look in his eyes, but she couldn't tell, because it had gone away just like that. Dark took a deep breath, heald out the cloth, and said in an airy, fake sounding voice,

" Oh, Professor Snape, I think this is yours. You left it in my room, you know!. fake flirty laugh I thought you might like it back, hmm?" Dark was quite impressed with her acting skills. Snape was burning bright red, and the class was howling with laughter, and cheering.

All Professor Snape could do was gape at her and silently curse himself for planting that damn cloth. He should have seen someting like tis coming! One of his death glares silenced the room at onnce, and the class started. They were working on a slightly complex potion. "Child's play," Thought Dark, who actually liked brewing potions. She'd probably work with potions in some way for a career. She didn't like thinking too far ahead, but it wasn't very far, actually. This made Dark worry whenever she thought about it.

Dark bottled her potion, and brought it up to Snape's desk. Her's was the first one done, again. Snape looked up at her.

" Ten points from Gryffindor, for your earlier display." He said in a low growly voice. Dark shivered at the sound of it, and quickly went back to her seat. While waiting for the others to finish their potions, Dark kept looking up at Professor Snape's tail. She wasn't the only one either. She noticed that everybody was trying not to snigger at the poor Professor. Dark liked the tail, it was all cute and fuzzy. She kind of wanted one herself. The thought made her giggle a bit. She tried not to, but she noticed that Snape was now giving her a death glare. Whoops.

Once the bell rang, all of the students gathered their things, and filed out of the room. Dark, however was told to stay. Snape did not look happy at all. Dark was a bit nervous, but didn't show it. She wouldn't let him scare her. She kept her face calm.

"Miss Smith.."

"Yes, Profesor?"

" Would you like to explain what you found so humorus during class?"

" Oh, well I was just wonderng where you got that tail. I wouldn't mind one."

" This is NOT amusing Miss Smith. I believe you know where this... thing came from!"

" Nope... It's kinda cute... all fuzzy -like."

" Ten points from Gryffindor!"

" Hey! That was a compliment."

" Well I didn't- HEY! Get away from my tail! No you can't touch it!!!"

" You need some ears."

" Just go away."

The conversation was heard by the Gryffindor seventh years that were all listening by the door. When Dark left the classroom, she was carried off by the class as if she just won the quiddich cup. Once out of the dungeons, they set her down, and began laughing. Dark blushed and took a bow. Then hurried off to herbology class.

At lunch, Dark told her friends what happened. They had allready heard most of the story, though. Rumors spread like disease at Hogwarts. Dark decided to give Professor Snape a break until his tail went away. Although, she did sneak a carrot onto his desk right after lunch. Ah yes, it was a good day...

( Well, Snape is on to Dark, but she recovers the warning blow. Oh, that joke that Dark made, what did you think? Review, please.)