As the three boys come down from the girls' dormitory, they saw a gathering of people at the bulletin board.

"Oh what now?", Draco asked irritably.

The boys went to check and found a surprise. There on the board was a notice, with big, bold letters the read:

The Hogwarts Ball is now going to be held in two more days.

"WHAT?"

Everyone was thinking the same thing. How could they change it? Now they would have to change all their plans.

"Well at least now I have more time to ask out Hermione!" Harry said. Although unfortunately for him, he didn't think this, for he had practically shouted it out to the whole common room.

"Oh yea right Potter, I will ask her out first. As you can see, I'm the one with the dashing, good looks." Draco sneered with a maniacal glint in his gray eyes.

"Ha Dashing? You lie to yourself Malfoy. Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? You look like a cow that's been run over by a truck. Isn't that right Ron?

"Yea…what he said." Ron said. He seemed to be staring at the girls' dorm stairs, probably hoping Hermione would come down so he could ask her out.

"Well I'm going to my common room." Draco said, with a casual yawn.

"Good riddance" Ron muttered.

As Draco left the common room, Harry looked at Ron.

"I can't believe you like Hermione."" Ron, how could you? " Harry asked, apparent pain in his emerald green eyes.

"Well how daft can you get Harry?" Ron replied, with a hint if anger in his voice.

"Couldn't you see I liked Hermione since first year? Didn't you see the signs?"

"What bloody signs? I am not like that fraud Trelawny, I can't see "signs"." Harry said loudly, his blood boiling.

"Ugh whatever Harry, you're such a bloke."

With that Ron went up to his room to cry.

"Geez what a baby" Harry thought as he looked around the common room.

As he looked around and saw Fred, George, and Lee are huddled up together, whispering slightly.

"Hey Fred, George, and Lee. What are you up too?" Harry asked, hoping they'd tell him what they were whispering about.

"Oh nothing, go away Harry.: George said irritably.

"No George, we can trust Harry with this, he's our mate" Fred said though a grin.

"Ok well if that's the case, Fred and I created this new dye, made to last ages long. But we haven't found any bloke stupid enough to try it."

"Would you like to try it, Harry?" Lee asked hopefully.

"No… but you say it can last for ages?"

"Yes…I think" Fred said, as though pondering if it did last ages.

"Well then what colors do you have?" Harry asked, maintaining a calm face, but his mind was tinkering away with an evil plan.

"Erm.., we have red, green, purple, orange, and pink with blue polka dots." George said, counting off the colors on his fingers as he spoke.

"Ok I'll have one of each color. How much? Oh and when we see the results, I'll tell you if they last for ages or not."

"Umm Harry, you have a evil glint in your eyes, Are you okay?" Fred asked, his face with worry.

Harry paid for the dyes and stealthily took it up his dorm. He thought he would find Ron, crying his eyes out, but Ron was nowhere to be seen. Harry then went into the bathroom and locked the door. He got himself a bowl. He then took out all the dyes and poured them into the bowl. They turned a sickening color of hot pink, with specks of blue and green and other colors. It looked absolutely revolting.

"Mwahhahahahahah" laughed Harry, as he put his nasty concoction in a bottle, and hid it in his cloak.

"Um Harry are you all right in there?" he heard Neville's concerned voice.

"Err yea I'm fine, Neville." Harry said, humiliated that Neville heard his maniacal laugh.

Harry got out of the bathroom, to see Neville looking at him with an odd expression.

"Well I'm going to dinner then, aren't you coming Neville?" Harry asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Yea, lets go." Neville replied.

Together, the two boys went down to the Great Hall.

Harry already saw Ron stuffing himself with food as he approached the Gryffindor table.

Harry decided not to tell Ron about his ingenious plan. He didn't want Ron to mess it up.

"Hey Ron, how are your feeling?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Fine, look I'm sorry for yelling at you. I didn't mean too. And we shouldn't fight over Hermione." Ron said, hoping to be mates with Harry again. But his twisted mind had another thought. He was going to get Hermione, no matter what.

"Yea Ron you're right. Too bad Malfoy likes Hermione too eh?" Harry smiled and sat down and started reaching for food.

As the two boys finished eating, they went up to the common room. Ron said he felt sleepy and decided to go to bed. Harry however, had an unfinished business to do.

Harry went up to his trunk and got out his invisibility cloak and his Marauder's Map.

He silently put on the cloak and looked at the map, Filch was in his office and his victim was right where he was supposed to be. Harry slowly crept out into cool hallway. He now headed towards the dungeons. Harry walked until he stopped at a stretch of a bare and damp stone wall.

Here came the hard part. Figuring out the password. Harry heard that Malfoy always got to choose the password. What password would Malfoy use? What words would someone cruel, cunning, and evil possibly use? Then it hit Harry.

"Potter Stinks"

The door concealed behind the wall slowly opened. Harry was thankful that it didn't wake anyone up. He quietly went up towards the boys' dormitory. He opened each door carefully until he finally reached the one with Malfoy, soundly snoring away.

Harry thought it was a bit selfish for Malfoy to have his own room, but then again when had Malfoy not been conceited?

Harry quietly tiptoed towards Malfoy's bathroom. He slowly closed the door and turned on the lights. He walked toward Malfoy's shampoos and other bath stuff. Harry couldn't believe how many hair products Malfoy owned. He possible had more than Lavender and Parvati. Harry skimmed around them until he found what he needed. He took Malfoy's shampoo and poured out all its contents until only half remained. He then took out his concoction and mixed it well into the shampoo and closed it.

Harry then found the conditioner and did the same thing. He took Malfoy's endless amount of hair products and mixed his revolting concoction with it. Harry worked away until he ran out of the nasty liquid. Harry felt as if every product had his mixture in it. Harry then grinned evilly and he left the bathroom.

As Harry started for Malfoy's door to leave, he heard a sudden rustling movement from Draco.

"Potter!" screamed Malfoy.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He would be caught, and Malfoy would find out what he did, and he would get into so much trouble. Harry slowly turned around to face Malfoy.

But Malfoy was still in bed, sleeping away. Although he was muttering to himself.

"Potter, you gut, I hate you. I'll get Hermione from you and the Weasel. I will take Hermione to the ball." With that he guffawed and went back into his snoring sleep. Harry moved closer to make sure he was really asleep. He saw to amazement, that Ferret Boy drools. Harry silently sniggered to himself and left the room quickly.

Harry left the Slytherin common room and put on his cloak, which he had take off in the bathroom, and silently left for the Gryffindor room.

Harry knew he was going to have a peaceful sleep. He couldn't wait for what to happen next morning. Oh it was will make a quite scene. Giggling to himself, Harry potter laughed himself to sleep.