VeryFirstMarauderGirl - Sorry I was sooooo late with the cookie. And about ur P.S. I'm touched. Anyway, here's ur cookie. (and I also know I wasn't supposed to do that, but oh well. PLEASE don't report me.)

Last Chapter…

"Oh, speaking of Sirius, we need to think a revenge prank." Harry said, his smile vanishing. "But before we do, I think we should write the prank from this morning up and put it in the Book. After we went over it one more time to make sure we left no evidence that we did it other then the Ms on the actual Dragons, which I'm sure Dumbledore noticed."

Confirming that, yes, it was foolproof, they put it in the Book. Harry, then, took the Book and leafed through it to find a prank to modify. He chewed his lip and flipped pages. Finally, he stopped with a triumphant "Aha!"

Hermione, Ron, and Draco all looked over Harry shoulder to read what they page said: Dancing Drops.

Chapter 11 – Dancing Drops, Revenge, and A Cookie

(Especially for VeryFirstMarauderGirl)

"Dancing Drops?" Draco asked, an eyebrow cocked.

Harry grinned. "Well, see, I figure since it was partly my fault that he gave us detention…kinda…I figured I'd only do something mild. Having giant pumpkins follow him around for the day shouldn't be too bad. Unless, of course, he has an irrational fear of pumpkins."

Ron and Hermione grinned and Draco just shook his head. Hermione was in her usual spot, draped across Harry's bed (hehe). Draco once again had his head in Harry's lap and Harry was playing with his hair. Ron, also, was in his usual spot, back against the door, and at this moment he chose to look down. There was an extendable ear sitting on the floor next to him. He motioned silently to Harry, who came over to inspect it. He grinned an evil sort of grin and knelt on the floor.

Getting as close to the ear as possible he screamed at the top of his voice, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LISTENING TO?"

There were two yelps from outside the door, which Harry threw open to reveal Fred and George each clutching an actual ear. Harry grinned at them. "That should teach you not to listen in on private conversations."

The three in the room behind him laughed, as did two voices from behind the closed doors down the Marauders Hallway. The Marauders Hallway being the hallway, which housed the two remaining Marauders.

Harry closed the door and turned back to his friends. "Anyway, you guys think that's a good idea?"

They nodded and put away the Book. After preparing for the prank, which would happen that evening at dinner and the pumpkins would follow him until the next evening, the quartet went to explore the grounds. It was still very early autumn and the weather was good. They met Luna on the way out of the castle and she joined them.

The little group split up, Ron and Luna going to sit under the tree by the Lake and the other three going to explore the Shrieking Shack.

COOKIE

The Shack was quiet and still when the three lovers arrived, but it wouldn't stay quiet long. Harry led them up to the only second-floor bedroom, which actually had whole furniture in it. He turned, grabbing Hermione 'round the waist, and spun her around as she laughed merrily. Draco stood to the side laughing, until Harry grabbed him as well. One person in each arm, he spun them both. The three laughed and Harry fell back onto the bed.

"Either you're really strong or I need to gain weight." Draco commented.

Harry grinned and rolled over, straddling him. "I like you the way you are."

Draco shivered slightly at the tone Harry used. Hermione knelt next to Harry and began to unbutton his uniform, as Harry himself worked on Draco's all the while kissing him heatedly. Hermione finished with Harry's shirt and slipped it off his shoulders to let it puddle on the floor. She caught the look on Draco's face and moved out of the way. He grinned and flipped Harry on to his back, shrugging out of his shirt as well. Harry bucked slightly, causing the blond to moan loudly at the friction.

Draco's head dipped and he began to caress the skin of Harry's neck with his tongue. Hermione slipped behind him and her hands slid down his chest. She unfastened his pants, then Harry's, and, standing, pulled both them off her boys. She stood, knees against the bed, and pressed warm, wet kisses down Draco's back.

Draco finally reached Harry's mouth and slipped his pink tongue between Harry's willing lips. They warred for dominance inside Harry's mouth, until Harry flipped them again. He then rolled off, turned himself, and pulled Hermione down between them. The two teens disrobed her and Harry kissed her hard. Draco repeated what she had done earlier and trailed kisses down her back. He slipped a hand up her side to knead her breast. She moaned into Harry's mouth, pushing herself backward against Draco's body, and Draco grinned. She writhed between them as they each pressed, kneaded, and caressed her most sensitive spots.

Draco reached over her wriggling body and pinched Harry's nipple, who jerked at the unexpected touch. He lifted his mouth from Hermione's, who groaned in protest, and stared at Draco, his eye on fire. Draco shivered in anticipation and kissed the raven-haired boy.

This promised to be an interesting afternoon.

COOKIE

The three entered the Hall that evening, with the tell-tail glow about them as they looked at each other. Harry had one arm draped over Hermione and one over Draco, as they walked up the center isle. They sat next to Ron, who had Luna on his lap. Harry grinned at the pair and nodded to the staff table. Ron looked up and nodded when he found Sirius missing. Suddenly, there was a loud thumping noise form outside the doors and they all jumped. The quartet grinned broadly and Hermione flicked her under the table…once, twice, thrice.

Over the door, the customary signature appeared. However, for the first time in a good while it had a postscript of-a-sort, looking something like this:

sMg,

Taking credit for Flowery Apparitions

And Fire-Breathing Triumphs

Enjoy the Show!

The hall burst into applause and Dumbledore stood. He eyed the message, knowing full well what it meant. However, he could not find anything in it that could be used as concrete evidence. He heard Minerva swear softly beside him and his eyes twinkled in pride. Not to mention the fact that they still had no hard evidence proving whom the S-G Marauders were. Everyone knew, but no one could prove it!

It was about that time that the Hall doors nearly slammed off their hinges as Sirius Black entered, followed quite comically by several gargantuan, bouncing pumpkins. Some one screamed and fainted. They must have an irrational fear of pumpkins, Harry thought and grinned.

Sirius looked livid. Remus glanced up from his meal and took in the scene before. He opened his mouth, and closed it again. Shaking his head, he muttered softly, "Oh dear."

Black marched straight up to Harry and, getting in his face, screamed, "YOU LITTLE…I INVENTED THIS AND YOU JUST HAD TO GO AND USE IT AGAINST ME, DIDN"T YOU! HOW DARE YOU TURN MY OWN PRANK BACK ON ME!"

Harry smiled, condescendingly, and said, "Sirius, darling, people are staring and you are undermining your authority as a teacher."

Sirius straightened and looked around. Seeing the whole hall staring at him, he gave an excellent impression of his animagus and growled ferociously at them all. They turned back to their meals hurriedly. Sirius rounded once again on his godson, "Well? I'm waiting!"

"But, Sirius, I have absolutely no idea what you could possibly be talking about." Harry said innocently. Hermione bit her lip, Ron coughed/laughed into his napkin, and Draco stared at the DADA teacher with one eyebrow raised.

"Like Hell you don't!"

"Well, to borrow words from Draco's father, try and prove it." Harry grinned.

Sirius froze. Draco wrinkled his nose. "When did my father say that to you?"

"Oh…Um, I think it was back in second year. About the time I freed your house elf, Dobby."

"Ah, I see."

Sirius snarled and stomped off, his pumpkins stomping after him.

Just before he passed out of hearing range, Harry turned to Ron, who was trying desperately not to laugh, and said conversationally, "Revenge is a sweet, sweet thing. Don't you agree?"