A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word Count: 529
"Miss Granger, what do you have to say for yourself?" Professor Snape asked, staring down at the witch with his intense black eyes. She tilted her head and looked up at him.
"What have I allegedly done now?" she asked, giving him a completely innocent look.
"You've been stealing supplies from my personal supply again."
"Again? Strange, you never did prove it was doing it the first time. In fact, if I remember correctly, wasn't it Barty Crouch Jr.? Or Dobby the house elf?" she asked. Professor Snape scowled at her.
"Perhaps it was one of them the first time, or the second, but this time, I'm looking at you, Miss Granger. I know for absolute certain it was you, Miss Granger. Show me your hands."
"My hands, sir?" she asked. Her hands were currently tucked into the pockets of her robes.
"Yes, Miss Granger, your hands. The things you have shoved into your pockets," he demanded. Hermione blinked, but slowly pulled her hands out of her pockets. She held them out in front of her, palms down. The gold bracelet around her wrist hung limply in the air. She smiled thinking about the boy who had given it to her. She could feel Professor Snape getting angrier.
"Flip them over."
"May I ask what my hands have to do with your private supplies, sir?" she asked.
"You may. I coated the handles with a compound that when it comes in contact with human skin, it turns the thief's skin a lovely shade of orange. Now, flip over your hands, Miss Granger, don't try to hide it," he ordered. Hermione sighed.
"You're making a mistake, sir," she said, slowly turning her hands over. Professor Snape's eyes nearly bulged out of his head seeing that there was a not a trace of orange on her skin. He grabbed her left hand flipping it over and over. A sour expression crossed his face as if he was admitting his defeat. Hermione bit back a smile.
"May I go now, sir?" Hermione asked, pulling her hand back. "It's nearly curfew and unless you'd like to write me a note saying why I'm out of bed after hours, I should really be heading back to my dorm," she said. Professor Snape growled, but nodded.
"Go, and if I find it was indeed you, you can expect to be expelled," he stated. Hermione turned, a smile crossing her face as she started walking away from him. It wasn't until she had turned the corner and knew she was completely out of his sight, that she slid the thin flesh colored gloves from her hands. She'd made them to resemble and feel exactly like human flesh. Beneath the gloves, her skin was a garish shade of orange.
She laughed, running down the corridor and slipping into her common room, knowing Fred and George had surely by now come up with something to turn her hands back to their normal color. Orange skin for a bit was a small price to pay for helping them with their jokes and snogging George when no one was looking. She was, after all, one of the least likely suspects.