Echoed Mischief Chapter Five

by lady Arre

disclaimer: don't own it.

Granny bloomers ey?" Fred hummed to himself thoughtfully, His brother nodded, "I quite like it, though we should fill them with jam"

So that's what they did….

A/N No I'm just kidding you think I'd give you a chapter that short? Pfft! shame, shame, and you people claim to know me?

NOW FOR THE REAL STORY…

"Granny bloomers, ey?" Fred hummed to himself thoughtfully.

His brother nodded, "I quite like it, though we should fill them with jam"

"Hey George… jam can be fuchsia!" Fred grinned inanely at George.

Snape was not a happy puppy, he had just been volunteered by Dumbledore to watch over the duelling club with the second years with that pansy of a professor, Lockhart. Snape grimaced, the only locking of hearts Snape was willing to give the idiotic girl scout, was to lock his heart up in a half-starved dragons den, and for that matter the rest of his body too. Putting potter up in front of the students again, as if he didn't have a big enough head as it was, like father like son though, though admittedly James never convinced the entire school that he was Salazar's Slytherins heir. so now Severus Snape was stalking, unhappily, back to the dungeons to brood on just how unfair life was and how much he would love to feed Lockhart, potter and the annoying little Creevy kid with his stupid camera to the giant squid.

he was barely in there a minute before he decided that he needed a very long, very hot and very soapy shower. so up he got and off he trot as fast as he could caper...

there were many many reasons why the twins could barely keep from laughing after practise as oliver trotted off for his customary twenty-one and a half minute shower, (never any differnce they were always twenty one minutes and thirty seconds on the dot, through no fault of Oliver's, the Weasley's had bewitched all the showers in the team rooms to turn ice cold after twenty-one and a half minutes of naked Oliver...)

they had had trouble keeping their laughter under control before oliver went for his shower, but they were in hysterics when Oliver Wood jumped from the shower cubicle, utterly starkers, complaining that waiting for all his team to shower before he did was a bad idea because there was never any hot water left. Then he opened his locker to pull out clothes and there were no boxers, only a size 80 g-string and three pairs of unusually large granny knickers. Oliver calmly wrapped a towel around himself and then dove at the nearest twin which happened to be George,

"i… am … gonna… kill you two so many times your own mother won't remember you!" the livid Scottish quidditch captain hollered, pinning both the twins on the wall and promptly growling at them both, "double practise!"

Fred and George wriggled away still laughing hysterically.

Snape's reaction was somewhat worse…

Severus Snape walked into his quarters from the bathroom in a large fluffy green towel, (A/N anyone make a snake crack and I'll, I'll, make my brother eat you!) he pulled open his drawer and tried to pull out his favourite pair of jocks because he felt he needed pampering. But instead of pulling his favourite black jocks out, a very large, very ugly, possibly pink but mostly grey pair of granny bloomers gullloped out and engulfed his hand, Snape did something very unsnapish he squealed and then, he cried because if nothing else he now needed another shower because a largish jar of raspberry jam just exploded all over him. Dumbledore would give himself a heart attack laughing over this, he sobbed, he was having a very decidedly, 'I'm-a-grown-up-manically-depressed-bullied-geek' moment and he wanted his mother to go after James potter with a spoon. It was really quite a sight, he mused after running through as many variations on this theme as he could possibly think of. He knew that potter was behind this because potter had done it before, though without the jam.

He tossed out all the contents of the drawer and resigned himself to go buy more underwear first thing tomorrow, and with the next day planned he settled himself down to sleep.

On the way down to breakfast the next morning he passed at least thirty three glass-boxed pairs of his underwear, all bewitched to dance some odd routine that may or may not have been belly dancing.

George and Fred both snorted milk out their noses as their masterpiece work of mischief glided down onto Snape's head during breakfast. But instead of turning red with fury he went red with embarrassment. Dumbledore in all his ancient glory, snorted milk from his own nose spraying McGonagall with not only the milk but bits of porridge with chewed up dried apricots. Snape glared at the headmaster and stomped from the great hall muttering expletives.

That night after Fred and George's double quidditch practise, both boys were lying on the floor in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room memorising the map. George stretched his arms out and yawned, "We still haven't made him fuchsia" he said softly.

Fred grinned and flipped the map over to the "best ways to annoy Snape list" and whistled, "This one will!"

George looked down at the list and laughed, "oh how fun"

About two decades beforehand in the very same spot Sirius Black had grinned at James Potter. "That's the best one we've EVER had my dear and lovable James"

disclaimer: all nursery rhymes used are the property of the nursery-rhymer and no 'lady arre' is making any profit from them... mesniff, sniff "not fair cuz i'm broke!"

A/N I'm trying okay! I think I'm getting writers block for this story. There are only so many ways you can write about picking on snape, I need a sub-plot. So you lot better review and tell me what else you want in this story, otherwise I'll turn it into a sappy romance! Okay maybe not…

But seriously guys if you want more tell me! Because otherwise it'll get dropped to a when-I've-seriously-got-nothing-at-all-to-do-story and I won't get around to updating till like Christmas. So review!