Hope you all like this chapter. I gave you a cookie for your patience with the H/HG situation being slow moving.

I am really glad that you all like the Dean/Seamus thing. I thought you would. And I agree Pansy is a slut, it was so much fun having everyone know she thought so too. Hehe…

Please review and I'm stillllll looking for pranks so….

rae1112 – um… okay? What does that mean?

Now on with the Chapter…

Last Chapter…

When the doors had closed behind them, Draco let out a breath. "There is your proof." He stated.

Harry smirked. "Oh Draco, Hun, you ain't even started. Not by a long shot!"

Draco groaned. "What now?"

"That, my friend, is for me too know and you to find out." Harry grinned. "Now, on to the next task. To the dorm, comrades."

"What for, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Transformation"

Chapter 18 – Animagus, Trouble, and Telling-Lies (with a cookie)

"Please, someone tell me why does everything happen to me?" Draco groaned, as they trouped back up to their dorm.

"O con truer, mon ami. Nope everything happens to me, but do you see me complaining? No. Well, not much anyway…So stuff it for a bit until I explain what happens next…"

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Seven hours later, The S-G Marauders collapsed on to the couch in the common room, exhausted again. Hogwarts now had more unregistered Animagus then it ever had at one time. Four, and off and on in future, five. Draco brushed white blonde hair off his forehead and sign. "Well that was interesting. Is the form really already in us?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes. Everyone has an animal form buried inside them. The Animagus spell simply gives you access to it. There are always spells others can perform on you to change you into that form. That is evidently, what Professor (cough) Moody did to you in third year. You animal form is a white ferret. I'm surprised. I thought it would be a snake, then you could communicate with Harry while he was human and you were in Animagus form, as he is a Parseltongue. Oh well."

Harry and Ron grinned at each other. Harry snickered. "Now you truly are Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing Ferret!"

"Oh, Ha-Ha. Let's all laugh at my embarrassment."

"Well if you're okay with it then…HAHAHAHAHA" Harry and Ron burst out into hysterical laughter.

Draco scowled and Hermione heaved a sigh. "Honestly, you two are so insensitive sometimes."

"Hey. He's been inducted into our assemblage now and as such he need to become accustomed to the behavioral patterns of the Second-Generation Marauders!"

Ron looked slightly confused, "Huh?"

"Translation: I am now your friend and I gotta get used to you all making fun of each other." Draco grinned.

"Oh."

"Yes, Wolfy-poo, it was really quite clear." Harry smiled condescendingly at the redhead.

"You really need to stop dating 'Mione. She rubbing off on you, mate. It's kinda scary."

Harry snorted, "Not gonna happen. Anyway… We still need to finish this. One prank before, one prank after. So any ideas?"

"Hmmm…Oooo! I have an idea! How about…?" Draco motioned the other to move closer, as he told them his idea. "Hermione, do you think you can get that? Cause I doubt it will be in the Supply Room."

She nodded. Ron bit his lip and inquired, "Should I go clear the hallway?"

He received a nod from both Draco and Harry. They both got up a left to their perspective duties.

"I am impressed, Draco. And please to have you with us."

Draco's cheeks tinted pink lightly in pleasure at the compliment and the fact that he had friends now. Friendship that, he felt, would last.

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COOKIE

(Here is just a random little cookie for all of you who wanted some more Harry/Hermione. Harry and Hermione are supposed to be getting something for Dray's prank but well they got a little side tracked…)

"Pst! Mione! Pst!" Hermione looked around for the owner of the voice, but the only thing she saw was the slightly ajar door of a broom closet. "In here. Walk through the door, Windy."

Is that Harry? It sure sounds like him. Hmmm… wonder what he wants. She stepped through the door carefully, not knowing what to expect. A hand shot out and pulled her forward. She stumbled and fell into someone's hard, muscled chest. The hand ran up her arm, over her shoulder, and cupped her jaw. It tilted her head up to look into it's owners eyes. Gorgeous emerald green eyes smiled down at her.

"Harry" She squeaked. "Why are we in a broom closet?"

He laughed aloud, eyes sparkling. "My dear girl, have you never heard of couples kissing in closets?"

"Yes, but what…Oh, well then." She leaned up and pressed her lips to his innocently. He grinned against her mouth and slid the other hand up her waist. He pressed her against him, his lips teasing her into breathlessness. His ran over her upper lip then pushed itself into her mouth, opening her lips. He explored the crevices of her mouth, velvety tongue skimming over her teeth, and caressing her tongue. She moaned softly into his mouth as his hand grazed her bra.

He unclipped it, but didn't touch her. Hermione pulled back in frustration. Harry smirked, lowered his head to her neck, and proceeded to give her a delightful little love bite, while his hand slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He pushed the annoying material down to rest on her bent elbows, as he caressed her soft skin. She reached up and snake one hand in his hair, tugging lightly. This enticed a groan from deep in the back of his throat, making the skin on her neck vibrate deliciously. She whimpered, but carried on twisting his hair. Her free hand slipped down the waistband of his pants and cupped the curve of his lovely-Quidditch-player's arse. The flesh was soft and smooth and she giggled.

Harry lifted his head from her neck and smirked, again. "Think my arse is amusing, do you?"

"No…it's just soft" He raised and eyebrow and glanced downward.

She followed his gazed and saw her chest was completely bare. She jerked a hand as if to cover herself, but Harry stopped her, "No love, I intend to make use of that area and it won't feel as good to you if I did when you had a blouse on. Besides, how would you explain that to anyone?"

She blushed scarlet and her chuckled as her lowered his head and brushed a kiss over one of her exposed nipples. She gasped. His tongue flicked out and touched her briefly. Another gasped escaped her. His mouth eased over her breast as one hand came up to caress and knead the other in turns.

Just as she let out a small moan of pleasure, a bell rang somewhere in the castle. "FUCK!" Harry hissed and straightened. "We will finish this later, I promise you!"

Hermione quickly re-clipped her bra and buttoned her shirt. She reached up and brushed Harry's hair back, without much luck. He has that I'm-so-sexy-and-I-just-got-snogged look. Oh well, He does look sexy and he has just been snogged. As they pecked out to see if the coast was clear and slipped out of the closet, Harry was thinking the same thing about Hermione

END OF COOKIE

(Hope you liked it…Now on with the story…)

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Draco turned down a third floor corridor and was greeted by the sight of two disheveled, thoroughly snogged, S-G Marauders. He smirked and waved as he walked up to them and stopped. "Where have you two been, while Ron and I were doing all the work? And why do you look as if you've been snogging in a broom closet?"

"Maybe because we've been, uh, snogging in a broom closet?" Harry grinned, not embarrassed at all.

"Where on earth did the shy, little Harry I-don't-know-anything-about-girls Potter go?" Draco teased.

"He left sometime this summer, when the muggle girl stopped being afraid of me and noticed that I was hot in an emo kinda way. After that, I had about three girlfriends a week for maybe two and a half months, maybe a little bit more. (They have three month VaCa, just so you know). Yeah, no more naïve little Harry for you to make fun of."

"I must say, I don't object to the new Harry." Hermione smiled up at the dark-haired teen.

"That's only because the old Harry didn't know…what girls like and the new Harry does." He smirked as she flushed and Draco raised an eyebrow at them.

"Soooo, Potter, after so many girlfriends, are you still a virgin?" Draco asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think that is the answer virgins give when they are embarrassed and don't want to lie."

"Then you'd be wrong. I am not a virgin. Nope, definitely not a virgin! My maybe third girlfriend saw to that." Hermione gasped, then smiled very slowly.

"Well I see Hermione here like that little piece of info. Anyway, we have to go. The potion can only last in it's case for half an hour. We have ten minutes left."

The trio took off running. Out of breath, with three minute to go, they reached the busiest corridor in Hogwarts: The corridor with the Transfiguration, Charms, and History of Magic classrooms on it. Grinning Harry pulled out the Map. Good, the coast was clear. He nodded to Draco. Smirking the classic Malfoy, I'm-such-a-badass smirk, Draco opened the container, muttered, "Incommodate ad novum virum!" and threw the opened bottle. It landed in the middle of the corridor with a crack and a cloud of yellow smoke engulfed the corridor, creeping toward them. They turned and jogged up the corridor, stopping just out of reach of the potion's effects.

The yellow smoke sunk to the floor and settled like a carpet over the stone tiles, like wallpaper over the stone walls. The three grinned at Ron as he joined them. "This should be very…interesting. Uh, Harry, why do you and Hermione look like you've been snogging in the broom closet on the third floor?"

Harry gaped at him. "How the hell did you know which frigging broom closet we were in?"

"Ummm…Cause Filch just painted the door green and you must have, uh, been leaning against it cause you, umm…"

"Shit, Scrougify! Thanks, mate."

"That was very observant of you, Ronald." Hermione said, primly. She was slightly flush and refused to look anyone in the eye.

"Well, I-"

"Shut it! Someone's coming!" Harry hissed and pushed the other three behind a statue. Poking their heads out, the quartet watched as Professor Trelawney walked toward them. She noticed the odd substance on the wall and went to examine it. "Please, oh please let her touch it!" Harry whispered. The other held their breath. One long finger out-stretched, Trelawney touched the walls. "Thank you, Merlin!"

The four of them burst out laughing, as the yellow potion that covered the wall bubbled and coated her hand. She was pulled to the wall and stuck there…until another teacher found the counter spell/potion.

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The quartet stayed behind the statue until seven people were stuck to the walls and floor, two of them being teachers. Of course, as is the case for every trouble maker (I have been in this position. It's not pleasant.), their days of not having to worry about being caught came to an end.

As they stepped out from behind the statue, Draco laughed, "What wouldn't I have given to see old McGonagall stuck in our-"

"What was that, Mr. Malfoy?" A sharp voice said from behind them. The smiles fell and the wheeled around to see the professor in question walking toward them.

"Uh-"

"Draco was just saying that he hoped you weren't in your classroom, Professor. As he pointed out if you were, you would be trapped now. Someone put some kind of sticking potion on the floor and walls and…well look." Harry said sounding sincere. He gestured behind him and McGonagall gasped at the sight of the hallway.

She looked at them with a stern gazed and said, "You four are coming with me. Hmmm, maybe Severus was right-"

"What?" Harry snarled.

The professor looked taken aback. "Calm down, Potter. I was referring to what he said the first time that blasted M appeared. He was rather distraught and said Will I ever be rid of them? I think he was right. We will never be rid of the Marauders. Especially not with one working as a teacher here."

"Professor, I would like to point out, without being rude, that the S-G Marauders have by far out shined their predecessors. Their pranks are more elaborate and seem well thought out."

"You seem to think highly of them, Potter. Would you say that they out shine your father and Sirius and Professor Lupin in prank and popularity, then?"

"Yes, Professor. I believe I would."

"Then you would say I would just have to look for the most popular four in the school to find the culprits?"

"That may be so, Professor McGonagall, but you would need solid evidence against them."

"I hope you realize, Potter, that the most popular four students in the entire 1000 students in attendance are Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, and yourself?"

"Yes, I realize that Professor."

"Good."

By this time, they had reached Dumbledore's office. She gave the password and led them up the stairs. The headmaster greeted them warmly and listened to McGonagall's story. He then turned to Harry and Firmly and quietly, "Harry, did you and your three friends have anything to do with this?"

Harry used the ever-helpful Occlumency, and blanked his mind. "No, sir, we had nothing to do with it."

Dumbledore stared at him for a second, the blinked, and nodded. "We four may go…" They got up to leave and just as they walked down the stairs the heard the headmaster say, "Minerva, I believe they are even more talented then their predecessors."

They smirked. Coast is Still Clear!