Sorry it has been a while but I am also working on a couple of Stargate SG-1 fan fictions, so this one hasn't been a priority. I am still having a blast writing this, so reviews would help, but I don't mind not getting them for this story because it is just random and fun for me.

By the way there was a line in the last chapter that read "A pillow magically in Dracos hands" but it wasn't supposed to say that, as you could probably tell. It was supposed to say, "A pillow magically appeared in Dracos hands". Just thought that I would tell you that.

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"Art! ART? Snape yelled. "What do you mean, its ART?"

"I mean…that its art…!" Draco said, half scared, half sarcastically.

"I want this room cleaned up IMMEDIATELY, Draco!"

"I refuse!"

"What do you mean, 'you refuse'? You can't REFUSE!" Snape leaned over Draco, glaring at him.

"But it's my MASTERPIECE!" Draco said, half screaming, half whining.

"I wouldn't care if it was a monkeys grandfathers uncle! I DON'T CARE! Draco, its VANDALISM!"

"Huh!" Pansy gasped, randomly appearing from behind a table. Her hand was flat and placed in front of her mouth, but not touching it. Her eyebrows were raised…and her eyes shifted, back and forth, back and forth, as she slowly went down, as if on an elevator, disappearing behind the table.

Draco and Snape looked at her, blinked, then looked at each other, then blinked again, then looked at the girl 'disappearing', blinked, looked back at each other blinked, looked at the spot where the girl doing the 'magically disappearing on an elevator' trick, blinked, looked back at each other, blinked, and then finally, Snape spoke.

"Anyways, vandalism is WRONG, Draco!"

"Not if its art!" Draco said in a yelling voice. The in a softer not-yelling voice, he said, "Plus, if I clean it up it will ruin the rooms new look!"

"I WANT THIS ROOM CLEANED UP!" Snape yelled, storming out of the room. He closed the doors behind him.

Draco mumbled a few words quietly to himself, but stopped suddenly when he heard the doors behind him squeak open.

He turned around only to see Pansy standing there.

"What the…" Draco said, trailing off.

"Bye, Draco…" Pansy said in a ghostly voice. She then turned around, and slowly walked away.

"Riiiiiigggghhhhhhtttt…" Draco said, a little confused. Only a little. OK, well he was REALLY confused. He was confused A LOT. He was confused in great quantities…wait that doesn't really make sense……wait………..maybe it does……..I don't know…ANYWAYS…..

Draco looked around the room. "hmmmmm..." Draco thought. "maybe I could redecorate a little. A little color over there, a little something over there...hhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm...I wonder if Snape has any of those book thingys that have rug samples in them and wallpaper samples...hhhmmmm..."

Draco looked around for another minute and then got to work.

3 DAYS, 17 HOURS, 27 MINUTES, AND 32.339 SECONDS LATER...

Snape walked slowly after the jogging Draco. "Stupid amazing bouncing ferret, what in the name of God does he want this time."

Draco opened the doors with great pride, turning around quickly to see Snapes reaction.

The doors swung open and Snapes jaw dropped.

"Oh...my...God..."

"So what do you think? I only hurt myself a few times...lets see...I fell off the ladder twice...cut myself with paper once...and…..and….oh yeah, I tripped over some of the furniture a few times."

Suddenly Pansy ran in wearing pink bunny slippers and a hat with little paper blue, purple, and yellow flowers hanging off of it, and a big sweatshirt that said 'MMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOO," on it with cow print.

"What the…" Draco said trailing off again.

"Poor Draco! Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy asked, as she had distinctly heard Draco talk about all of his accidents.

"Yes it hurt TERRIBLY!" Draco said, 150 sarcastically….wait that doesn't make sense……wait………maybe it does…………I don't know…ANYways…

Pansy finally took a second to look around the room. "HOLY CRAP! WHAT IN THE NAME OF ANYTHING WERE YOU THINKING! THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW HORRIBLE THIS ROOM IS! Well, actually…it is kind of…pretty."

Snape looked at Pansy blinked, and then sneered at her, once the initial shock of Pansy thinking something as horrid looking at this room was pretty was over.

Draco looked at her and smiled at her.

Snape then turned to look back at the room for a second. It made him want to be sick. Every thing was pink except there were a few silver colored pillows on the pink couch, and, of course, all of the boy's comforters were pink, and the girls comforters were silver.

"I got my colors out of your decorating book, Professor!"

Snape turned a DEEP shade of red.

"What are you talking about, Draco? I have absolutely positively NO idea what you are talking about" he said, squeezing Dracos arm a little to try and give him the hint.

"OW!" Draco yelled.

"Does it hurt terribly Draco?" Pansy said.

"Not enough for you to bother asking me, Pansy!"

"Well SORRY!" Pansy said and stormed out.

"Whatever…" Draco said.

"I want this room cleaned up, Draco!" Snape yelled. "And no more lying about…stuff" He said in a quiet voice.

Snape left the room, leaving Draco to consider another room-makeover.