LookitDom: OHMYGAWSH! The chapter everyone's been waiting for! (drum roll) It's finally the prank! Sorry if it's a cruddy prank. XD

I'm starting to think that I should have made this so that Harry defeated dear old Voldie last year. But I guess it's a bit late for that now, so if anyone's expecting any drama from Voldie, sorry, there will be none. Mainly because I honestly can't be arsed to deal with the bald headed freak and his cronies, but then again I may debate more on the subject. If anyone has any ideas that they are willing to share, I'm open to them.

Thankies to all of my reviewers!

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Harry came back down from the boy's dormitories to find Ron waiting at the bottom. When they saw each other Harry almost wanted to just walk past him, but Ron started speaking before he had the chance.

"Look mate," he began, "I'm sorry I went off yesterday, but I'm still going through with that prank on Malfoy. It doesn't matter if you don't want anything to do with it," he sighed, "Although it would have been nice."

Harry looked at Ron sadly and sighed. "It's ok, and I'm sorry about some of the stuff I said, I shouldn't have really expected so much from you, but…" he glanced at the floor, almost expecting to find words appear to tell him what to say. "…but I just want to end it all. I don't want enemies anymore Ron. I'm not saying I want to be friends with Malfoy, but just to be at least civil. I'm fed up with his snide remarks and his sarcastic comments, it's too much now," Harry's eyes stayed on the floor now, as memories flooded back of all the times Malfoy's taunts and remarks cut through him. His life was bad enough without the Slytherin to make it worse, maybe without Malfoy his life would be the least bit better.

Ron nodded and looked at his best friend with sad eyes. "Ok mate, I understand," he grinned, "You just better not expect me to play goody goody with that blonde ferret."

Harry looked up at his friend and grinned back, "Fine." He glanced round the room and found Hermione looking worriedly over in their direction, once seeing Harry's and Ron's smiling faces she perked up and waved them over.

"Honestly, you two," she rolled her eyes at their grinning faces. It was good to have them both back together again. They weren't their usual selves when they were apart, Ron gets more moody without Harry and Harry gets more depressed without Ron, and then she has to work her way around them both to try and cheer them up. Frankly, she was glad she didn't have to deal with a moody red head and a depressed 'hero' anymore. "At least you two don't stay angry with each other for too long," she sighed, "Unlike those other times."

Harry and Ron looked at eachother. "Well, I wanted my best friend back," Harry smiled.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Enough with the mushy stuff, let's go. I'm starving!" He grinned.

All three left the common room together and made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"So Harry, why were you asleep on the settee?" Hermione looked curiously at her dark haired friend.

This made Ron look up at Harry with that expression that said 'the hell?'. "Actually I was wondering that too Harry, why were you asleep on the couch?" Ron's face fell. "It wasn't because of me was it?" he asked sullenly.

"No Ron! Of course not!" Harry reassured his red headed friend. "I…" Harry didn't want to fight with Ron again after when they only just became friends again, not that they stopped being friends. He sighed, "I went to deliver Malfoy's present last night, I would have asked a house elf to do it, but I would suspect that Malfoy would try and threaten the house elves into telling him who gave it to him." He watched his two friends nod in agreement and Hermione's face turn slightly red with anger at the thought of Malfoy threatening a house elf. "So last night I snuck out with the invisibility cloak to deliver his present," he finished, glad that Ron wasn't exploding with anger.

What Harry didn't expect was praise from the red head. "Wait, Harry! You snuck into the Slytherin house common room? Without anyone noticing?" Ron gawked at his friend but failed in hiding the triumphant and proud smile that spread across his features.

Harry looked at Ron with a confused expression. "Ron we've done it before, remember with the polyjuice potion?" Harry glanced at Hermione's expression, of course she would remember that certain incident when she accidentally took the wrong hair and looked like a cat instead of one of the Slytherins.

"Yeah but Harry, you did this at night, when they were all sleeping! You could have done anything to them! How did you get into the Slytherin common room anyway without the password?" Ron asked, excitement getting the better of him.

"Earlier yesterday I waited by the common room entrance with the cloak and waited for a Slytherin to come along and announce the password while I was there," Harry grinned. "Crabbe and Goyle were the ones that I came across."

Ron laughed and patted Harry on the back. "Brilliant Harry! That's wicked!" Ron suddenly leaned closer and whispered in an important like manner. "What is the password?" Unfortunately he wasn't quiet enough to escape Hermione's ears.

"Ron!" she glared at him, then at Harry.

The freckled Gryffindor looked at her innocently. "What? I was only asking!" he huffed. Harry grinned and shook his head at them both.

"But Harry," Hermione began, "That still doesn't explain why you were sleeping on the settee, you explained half of it but we need to hear the rest."

"She's right mate," Ron said, his grin faltered a little at the realisation that his best friend may be hiding something.

Harry fought the blush that threatened to invade his cheeks at the memory of last night. "Well, I was really tired when I got back to the common room and just collapsed onto the couch," he shrugged, "You know how long it is from the dungeons to the tower." He hoped they would both dismiss the subject and accept his excuse.

Ron nodded his head and continued walking towards the Great Hall while Hermione raised an eyebrow at her dark haired friend, but let the subject drop and followed them both into the Hall, she couldn't interogate her friend on an empty stomach!

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Draco received a number of other presents from his other Slytherin comrades that morning, but none left an impression big enough to make him stop thinking about the Slytherin necklace for more than five seconds. After opening the presents from the boys he went to shower and change into nice fitting clothes that his mother owled him that morning for his birthday. A lovely deep green tight shirt and black trousers that clung to his hips. The necklace rested happily on his chest, beneath his shirt so no one elses eyes can bask in it's beauty, and for other reasons.

He got some Quidditch stuff and sweets from Crabbe and Goyle. Some Potions and Transfiguration books from Blaise, (the Transfiguration book was meant to be a joke present because Draco was struggling a little in that subject, but would refuse to admit it). His other dorm room friends got him some more books, mainly on Quidditch, fine chocolates and an assortment of things that the blonde Slytherin pretended to be interested in, although nothing compared to the necklace.

The Slytherin boys made their way down to the common room only to be greeted by an ecstatic Pansy Parkinson.

"Draco!" she squealed and flung herself at the blonde boy. Draco scowled but reluctantly hugged back, they were sort of friends after all.

"Here's you gift!" Pansy smiled and pushed something into his hands when she finally released him.

Draco eyed the neatly wrapped package curiously. It was wrapped in silver wrapping paper with a neat dark green bow on the top. 'Not as good as the package from the secret present giver,' he thought darkly, almost hating the fact that none of his friends could match up to his secret present giver. Draco shredded the paper apart in moments, with an audience of Slytherins looking on to see whether or not Pansy's present was as good as theirs.

Inside the box was a pair of deep green dragon skin Quidditch gloved with silver initials 'D.M' embroided on carefully.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the gloves and sighed. "Thank you for the gift Pansy," he said while resting them back in the box and casting a spell on them to transfer them onto his bed so he can put it away later along with his other gifts.

Pansy looked crestfallen. "Don't you like them Draco?" she asked.

"Of course I do Pansy, they're great," he didn't exactly lie, they were great and he did like them, it was just that they were no match for the necklace he received.

Pansy raised an eyebrow at her friend's fake happiness, then realisation hit. "Someone got you a better present…" she gasped. "That's impossible! I always get you the best presents!" She received glares from the other Slytherins for the last comment.

Draco smirked at the girl. "Now whoever said you always give me the best presents? I know I never said that," his smirk grew at the girl's expression changed from outrage back to crestfallen. "Anyway, if you must know, I did in fact get a rather brilliant present today." Draco almost cursed the giver of the present for making his other presents seem like nothing, that just took the fun out of it all.

"From who?" Pansy snarled.

"That's what I'd like to know," Draco mumbled to himself, no one caught what he said and raised their eyebrows at Draco's strange behaviour. Pansy just grew annoyed.

"What was your present Draco?" she all but shrieked.

Draco kept an emotionless mask on his features, but was secretly glad that he tucked the necklace beneath his shirt. His first instinct was to show the thing off to everyone in sight and proudly walk around with it for all to see, but then people would ask who gave it to him, and Draco hated showing ignorance just because he didn't know who gave him a stupid yet beautiful necklace.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out Pansy dear," Draco smirked and walked out of the common room, leaving a gob smacked Pansy and a few grinning Slytherins behind. Crabbe and Goyle followed, both couldn't resist the urge to smirk at Pansy as they walked past, yes she was a dear friend to them but she could get oh so annoying at times.

All the Malfoy boy wanted to know now was who gave him the necklace?

Draco had no idea what sort of other birthday surprises were ahead waiting for him in the Great Hall. He also didn't know he gave Pansy an idea, she would indeed find out what the present was and who gave it to him so she can curse the living daylights out of the present giver for giving her Draco a better present.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall and made their way over to the Gryffindor Table, greeted by their other house mates. They appeared to be the last few to breakfast.

They 'appeared' to be.

Malfoy and his two cronies strolled in soon after. Harry looked up and caught Malfoy's eye, they both broke eye contact and neither saw the other turn a light shade of pink.

Harry turned his attention to his fidgeting red haired friend, who also saw Malfoy walk in and suddenly turned very excitable.

"Ron?" he looked at his friend curiously while piled food onto his plate, trying to be rid of the images that invaded his mind from last night.

"Huh?" Ron looked at his friend.

"You're being a little fidgety," Harry stated once his plate was full with the morning's breakfast.

"Yeah mate," Seamus came into the conversation, he lowered his voice, "Does it have anything to do with a certain prank on a certain blonde haired git?" he grinned.

Ron's grin at the Irishman answered clearly for him.

"Oh, Ron!" Hermione rolled her eyes. "What on earth have you done?"

"You'll see," Ron smiled and looked over at the blonde Slytherin, who had started to fill his plate with his own breakfast.

Harry glanced over at the Slytherin, his heart pounded in his chest just by looking at him. What was happening to him? Nothing of course, nothing at all, he was only embarrassed because he was caught in an awkward situation last night, and thankfully no one caught him. Now if only the feeling in his stomach would stop telling him otherwise.

'I wonder if he liked his present…' Harry looked back at his breakfast, almost losing his appetite.

'I wonder if he's wearing it…' Harry unconsciously smiled to himself at the thought.

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Draco, Crabbe and Goyle entered the Great Hall. Draco obviously turned some heads as he entered, not that it was anything new, but he gained slightly more attention because today was his birthday. Some from the Slytherin table shouted out a 'Happy Birthday' to him when he entered.

His eyes rested on the Gryffindor table when he walked through the door. He had noticed that the Golden Trio were only ahead of them when they were walking down to the Great Hall, and once seeing Potter sent his memories off with images of his dream, or nightmare, from last night.

His guard almost dropped when he saw green eyes looking at him, he turned away and never saw the blush that crept on the other boy's face.

The three Slytherins sat down at the long table and started to pile their plates with food. Draco only put a fair amount on his while Crabbe and Goyle piled theirs with as much as they could fit on.

Draco kept glancing up at the Gryffindor table, just finding Harry looking away and, unfortunately, he kept finding the Weasel grinning at him. What was that red haired fool up to?

Draco never noticed a swirl of magic surround his drink.

He looked up as a peeved off Pansy walked through with Blaise and a few other Slytherins. Blaise gladly sat opposite Draco as Pansy sat further down the table, obviously trying to get her own back at Draco by ignoring him, if only she knew he was doing the boy a favour.

"That was quite a scene you made in the common room," Blaise said to the blonde as he started to fill his plate, not even looking at whom he was talking to.

Draco raised an eyebrow as he picked his drink up. "Isn't really as different to how I'm usually am with Potter in the corridors and in classes, that little scuffle in the common room with Pansy isn't really much compared to all those other times with Potter," Draco smirked at the fond memories, then blushed at the memories from last night. Damnit! Did they have to come back every time he thought of that Gryffindor goody-goody?

Blaise grinned as he settled into his food, adding what Draco just said to his chalk board of times when Draco obsesses over the Gryffindor. "Quite true, but it's rare you ever make a scene in the common room, not counting the times you shout at the years beneath us to get the hell away from you and away from a seat you want," Blaise's grin grew wider as he noticed the other Slytherins listening into the conversation smirk in agreement.

Draco sipped his drink.

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"Look guys!" Ron almost shouted with excitement as he nodded towards where Malfoy sat.

Most of the Gryffindors within earshot turned and looked at Malfoy to see what would happen.

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"Draco, are you feeling alright?" Zabini asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course Blaise, why wouldn't I be?" Draco snapped as he rested his goblet back down.

"Because you've turned pink?" Theodore Nott snickered down the table.

Draco growled, did Nott honestly think he could make a fool out of Draco Malfoy?

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"Ron! You've turned Malfoy pink!" Seamus buried his face into his arms on the table to drown out his laughter, although it wasn't working very well. Other students within earshot glanced at the Slytherin and giggles spread throughout the Gryffindor table at the sight.

Ron grinned and turned back to watch the show unfold. "It's not finished yet,"

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other worriedly. Hermione because she was worried how far Ron had gone with this, and Harry because something was growling deep inside him, something was mad, and he didn't know why.

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"Draco!" Pansy shrieked, echoing around the hall.

"What is it?" Draco snapped at the girl, obviously growing annoyed with the stares he was getting from everyone, it was giving him a headache.

"You have horns!" she pointed at his head.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her, sighed and touched his head. He indeed had small pointy horns.

"What in Merlin's name?" he stood up suddenly, touching the delicate horns on his head. His back and his butt started to burn.

"Why are they yellow?" Nott grinned, indicating the horns.

"My Draco I knew you were a little devil, but pink and yellow? Quite Hufflepuff of you I must say," another voice called down from the other end of the Slytherin table, laughter erupted from that end also.

"Draco!" Crabbe and Goyle jumped.

"What is it now?" Draco snarled, glaring at Crabbe first.

"Your cloak has gone all bulky at the back!" Goyle answered instead.

The blonde Slytherin was growing incredibly annoyed. "Then let's just see what's making it so bulky!" he snapped and removed his cloak.

"What the blazes!" he shouted as he saw pink and yellow out of the corner of his eye.

Pansy turned a ghostly white, turned her empty plate into a mirror and sent it over to Draco. Draco looked at the mirror showing his back and saw a pair of pink dragon wings and dragon tail with yellow polka-dots, both ripped through his new shirt and trousers. His skin had turned a shade of pink and his hair a brighter shade of yellow, his horns were a darker shade of yellow but also had pink polka-dots. His wings fluttered comically.

The Slytherin saw red. Cold pink fire breathed out of his mouth and nose and turned into butterflies when they came into contact with the air in a harmless manner. His wings started to beat harder against the air, circling the firey butterflies around him and he took off into the air without meaning to. Malfoy circled the Great Hall over and over again, pink sparkly butterflies flying with him. He didn't know how to stop.

Laughter echoed throughout the Great Hall as Draco Malfoy roared out one name.

"Potter!"