"That was embarrassing!" Ron said. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting in the common room.

"I don't know. Harry did look hot with just a towel on." Ginny said seductively. Harry blushed. Ron glared at Harry for a second or two. Then looked away.

"You guys did kind of deserved it. Well, Harry did anyway." Hermione said.

"Whatever. Honestly Hermione. I don't care what you say. If Malfoy wants war, then war is what he'll get." Harry said.

12:00 MIDNIGHT IN THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM

Draco was fast asleep in his bed. Everything was quiet. The door opened and in came Harry, with a can in his hand.

"This is going to be classic." He whispered to himself. He went over to Malfoy's bed and pulled back the hangings. He shook the can and got to work.

The next morning Harry went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He sat down in between Hermione and Ron. He gave a huge yawn.

"What are you so tired about?" Hermione asked.

"Preparing my biggest joke on Malfoy. Trust me, it was worth staying up all night." They started to eat. Malfoy entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. The whole hall was looking at him. Some students were pointing and sniggering at him. Others were in shock. He sat in between Blaise and Pansy, who were gaping at him.

"Why are you guys looking at me like that?" Malfoy asked.

"What did you do to your hair?" Blaise asked slowly.

"What do you mean? I haven't done anything to my hair." Draco said, slightly confused. Blaise pulled out a pocket mirror and gave it to Draco. He looked at his reflection and screamed. His hair was spray painted hot pink. Draco looked over at Harry. Harry just smiled and waved. Draco was fuming now. He got up from the table and headed over to the staff. He went right up to Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor, did you see what Potter has done to my hair?" Draco asked. Dumbledore merrily gave Draco a smile.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, you have no proof that young Mr. Potter has committed such a crime." He said. Draco stared in horror at the headmaster.

"Well, where were you when he super glued my hands to my head?" Draco asked desperately.

"Once again, Mr. Malfoy. You have no such proof." The headmaster said, keeping a calm voice.

"But he admitted to it!" Draco said in a childish tone.

"Aw, yes, but how do you know he really did that? He could have merrily wanted the attention." Dumbledore said, still calm. Draco balled up his fists and left he Great Hall. The hall burst out laughing.