'You what?' This time it was Jacey asking the question.

'Sentry Duty…isn't that were you stay awake all night?' asked Draco. At the Weasley's nods, he quickly became a quivering wreck. 'NO! MY PRECIOUS BEAUTY SLEEP! I CAN'T DO WITHOUT MY 12 HOUR NAP! AND WHAT ABOUT MY BLACK HEADS'-BE-GONE FACE MASK? NOOOO!' and with that, Draco ran out of the room, catching a slap around the head from Hermione. She was still growling.

'Erm, ok then, anyway, after that, you will each be given a voting card, you must tick the person that you want to be evicted…all clear?' George was being given glares from the remaining five contestants.

'Ok, we'll just be leaving, bye!' Cammie caught a wink off Fred, as the twins' disapperated with 2 loud pops.

Severus released his hold of Hermione, who immediately ran over to Neville, Jacey helped her friend off the floor, and a loud burst of screaming could be heard from one of the rooms upstairs.

'Severus, any plans to pass the time?' called Cammie.

'Read, learn something useful for once.' he answered dryly.

Cammie smirked. 'Karaoke?' Jacey nodded. Severus growled as he stalked over to a small table, situated next to a window. He extended his hand, and waited patiently for his piece of parchment (on mandragora) to fly down the stairs, and into his grasp. (Wandless magic! It is possible!) He settled down in his corner and began to read.

'Gryffindors!' Jacey sang. Hermione and Neville skidded infront of the two women.

'Settle down children!' said Cammie sweetly.

'And a one, and a two, and a one, two three-'

'WAIT...song?'

'A Queen classic of course!' Beamed Cammie.

Jacey smiled insanely and began to strike a beat on her stomach.

'And you're rushing headlong! You got a new goal!' she yelled.

'And you're rushing headlong, outta control!' countered Cammie.

'And you think you're so strong, but their ain't no stopping and theirs nothing you can do about it!' They hollered together, thoroughly intent on annoying Severus.

'Nothing you can do-'

'No theirs nothing you can do about it!' Sang Hermione and Neville, the newly recruited background singers.

'No theirs nothing you can do, no theirs nothing you can DO about it!' All four of them sand, watching the Potions master narrow his eyes.

'And you're rushing headlong! You got a new goal! And you're rushing headlong, outta control! And you think you're so strong, but their ain't no stopping, and theirs nothing you can do about it!'

Draco took it upon himself, at this moment in time, to slide down the banister, screaming 'YEAH!' and playing the air guitar.

Severus looked up, his face contorted-scary!

'Hey! He used to be a man with a stick in his hand.'

'Hoop diddy diddy, hoop diddy doo!'

'She used to be a woman with a hotdog stand!'

The five singers grinned, and began winking at Snape, who was slowly standing up.

'Hoop diddy diddy, hoop diddy doo!'

'SHUT UP!' He snapped. Disjointed singing, faltered to a stand-still.

'Yeah!' screamed Jacey.

'Shut up! Don't wanna hear your voice,'

'Shut up!'

'Won't listen to the noise. Theirs nothing you can say to me, to change the way I am-'

'Stop it.' Snape took an intimidating step forward. Draco hid behind Jacey, who just rolled her eyes.

'LIKE A BAT OUTTA HELL!' screeched Neville. Nobody joined in…all was still.

'Now, if you wish to sing, please take it upstairs. And don't 'sing' so loud!' Severus sneered.

'Okey Dokey!' Hermione grinned insanely, before sprinting over to the stairs, beckoning Neville to follow her.

Jacey turned away from Snape and stalked off, heading to the stairs as well. Draco trotting after her like a lost puppy.

'See ya later Severus.' Whispered Cammie, before joining the growing convoy.

Snape watched them until they disappeared from view, scowling to himself. He was the only person who acted remotely sensible in a house…no SHED, in the company of three Gryffindors, one 24, and two Slytherins. Any other person would think this Ok, but in Severus' mind, one was the most annoying person he'd every met, and the other…well, she was a prankster, and ex-pupil, new him almost as well as he new himself, and, at times, could be frighteningly neurotic.

Severus shook himself roughly, and turned back to his reading.

Meanwhile, in a brightly lit corner of Diagon Alley, stood the Weasleys' Wizarding Weeze Headquarters. Inside, Fred and George sat, (in the attic) watching half a dozen monitors, crying with laughter, popcorn buckets perched on the arms of their chairs.

'Oh my God! 'Like a bat out of Hell?' Brilliant!' Sniggered Fred.

'Let's salute our mentors' dear brother!'

The twins stood, cheering Cammie and Jacey.

'Good one girls! Couldn't have done it better!'

'Say Fred, I have an idea,'

'What?' Fred gave his brother a quizzled look, as they fell back into their seats.

'Well, as the contestants views currently stand, I'm guessing that Malfoy's gonna go.'

'Right,'

'Right…BUT, not here's the ingenious thing. If Malfoy gets' the most votes, how about we drag Neville out?' George waited to hear his brothers' reply.

'We could…I mean, he's not exactly annoying anyone, and that's what people ant to watch, isn't it?' Annoying prats like Malfoy…yep, gotta stay.'

The Weasleys' gave each other high fives, before turning back to watch the monitors.

'So, how does this 'Black-heads-be-Gone' work exactly?' asked Hermione.

Draco sighed. 'I don't know…no one knows. The secret is Ministry-protected. There is a theory though, that it contains an acidic toxin, found only on dragons living under water.'

'REALLY?' Hermione squealed excitedly.

'No, it's just my theory…do dragons really live under water?'

'No, idiot.' Hermione growled, pushing past Draco, and entering Cammie and Jacey's bedroom. The two women and Neville following, leaving Malfoy to trudge in lastly.

'So, whada we do now?' asked Jacey.

'Another prank.' Cammie smirked, as she (magically) produced a large trunk, which levitated in the air for a moment, before falling to the floor with a thud.

'We, dear friends, are gonna become the Spice Girls!' and, following this, Cammie kicked open the trunk, revealing a large amount of strange and bizarre clothes, wigs, and shoes.

'I get Sporty!' yelled Cammie.

'Baby!' Came Jacey's voice.

'I'm gonna be Scary!' said Hermione quietly.

Neville and Draco stared at each other.

'Draco, seeing as you already are, you can be Posh, Neville, you get to be Ginger Spice!' The boys quickly directed their eyes to the ceiling.

'Oh come on. Be a bit more willing.' Moaned Jacey, quickly waving her wand, and suddenly wearing a short white dress.

'Yeah, you have to get in touch with your feminine side at some point in your lives!' Cammie was suddenly wearing trackies, with her black hair tied back.

'Well, I suppose-' muttered Neville.

'GREAT!'

With a wave of their wands, Cammie and Jacey managed to dress the two boys into the most hideous things imaginable.

Neville's eyes were on stalks as he tried to take in his outfit. His feet were painfully squashed into red shoes, sparkling, due to the amount of sequins glued onto them. He took an experimental step, squealing as he immediately fell over, landing on Cammie's feet. She gave him a quizzled look.

'Hmm, might have to work on the walking.' she muttered. Jacey waltzed over, and helped Neville up.

'Nice dress, if I do say so myself.' Neville looked down and yelped in shock. Wrapped around him was a red sequined dress, stopping short, just above his knees. As he grabbed at the hem, he let out another yelp, as he discovered red nail varnish smeared onto his ten digits.

Neville quickly ran over to a mirror, which was currently playing host to one of Dracos' cat-walk twirls. Perched hap-hazardly on Neville's' head, was an extremely frizzy wig, and on his ears, hung strange clip-on chandeliers of some kind.

Next to him, Draco was becoming slightly mad at his reduced twirling space. This problem was quickly rectified, as a pirouette preceded a savage kick, aimed at Neville's ribs. The poor Gryffindor (alarmingly) sailed through the air, and landed somewhere in the background, with a dull 'thud'.

Back at the mirror, Draco was examining his new-found 'feminine side', hands on hips, checking to see if his bum looked big in his dress. A short (very short) black dress, high-heeled shoes, which laced up all the way up to the knee, had taken over Draco's legs. Many rings adorned his fingers, and on his head, was a wig, of shoulder-length, black hair. The Slytherin practiced a pout in the mirror.

'So...what am I singing?'

'We are singing…err…Cammie?'

Cammie finished her evil glare at Draco, before turning to face Jacey. 'Spice up your Life?'

'Fine by me!' giggle Hermione.

'Ok, Neville?'

'I'm fine.' Came the muffled response.

'Right, let's think up a dance routine, Jacey, you can do that. I'll teach the words…Severus is gonna love this!'

Sorry I've not updated for ages! I hope the upcoming chapters and stories make up for it. Thanks to all the people who have reviewed. Now it's your turn. please R&R. Bye!