Chapter 3

From Snape's completely constipated reaction, they were more than happy to wait for the next prank, to fully savour it. Well, they actually only lasted till morning the next day. Well, early morning, the kind of early where it's still night but technically morning. But they still technically waited.

They decided to up the ante for this one, make it a bit more noticeable. I.e, Target Area- The Potions Classroom.

Groan.

"Ron… Ron." A hand shoved a motionless pile of bedding.

Another muffled groan came from the heap.

"Harry, give him another poke." The same hand jabbed quickly at the body, hidden beneath the mound.

Silence. The two accomplices waited.

"Right, that's it." The witch's voice was reaching 'shrill level' due to her annoyance. "We're just going to have to leave him here."

"Are you sure Hermione?"

"Were you not just here to see that nothing short of his mother will wake him now? We'll just do it by ourselves."

So the now two tormentors, braved the long journey from the Gryffindor Tower to the Dungeons, to wreak ever more havoc on the tormented.

The prank was public and as their first lesson was potions, they were the first to truly appreciate it.

As usual, the class slumped quietly into the potions classroom, trying to make as little noise as possible. They plonked their sorry bottoms into their seats, took out their quills and settled down, waiting for the Potions Master to appear.

SLAM

The door was flung open, only seven years' worth of exposure stopped them from jumping, though Neville still twitched violently, to which Snape sneered appreciatively.

The wizard sauntered up to the front of the class, taking a minute to make sure everyone was accounted for. As his eyes flicked over Potter, Weasley and Granger, he peered habitably into their stoic faces; they were always up to something. As much as Dumbledore always ate Lemon Sherbets, so the Golden Trio were always up to mischief.

He carried on up to his desk, thoughts filled with theoretical possibilities of how to get rid of them. He sank into his chair, to begin the lesson.

SQUELCH

His chair, that he had lovingly used for the last twenty years was no longer its solid wood. Slowly, with the utmost dignity, he prodded one arm of the chair with a long, pale finger. It was slightly wet, slimy and vaguely solid. Immediately his face became a stone cold mask, 'Jelly. Some little nitwits had turned my chair into jelly.'

With reluctant eyes, he inspected his desk, despair clawed within his gut as he regarded his black jelly desk. He swept his eyes across the class of cowering students, obviously terrified of his reaction. His face still showed no emotion as he pulled his lesson plan from the far corner of the desk to just before him, a gleam of sweat from the liquid solid soaking through the paper. Carefully, he adjusted himself in the seat, not wanting it to collapse. The tension in the room was insurmountable, the students waiting for the detonation of anger.

His black eyes looked upon them; they held in a breath, certain this was going to be explosive.

"Would someone… like to explain… why I am sitting… on a seat of… jelly?" The low hiss, swept through the classroom, filled with utter loathing and tightly controlled fury. The students shivered, Longbottom let out a whimper.

"Fine. That's alright. Just know, I will find you and you will suffer the consequences." With a complete pretence of calm, he directed the students to read the relevant chapter, watching them with hawk eyes for even an exhalation of breath to punish.

That day Gryffindor lost 83 points and 31 detentions were awarded. By the end of the day, even Slytherin had lost 17 points. It was a day that went down as 'Death by Black Jelly', no one had been safe from the devastation.

Harry and Ron had enjoyed his reaction so immensely, they decided to go solo for an occasion. They were starting to really mull over what Snape had said to them over the years and they decided that Hermione's pranks had been a bit too tame for what was really required.

So Monday morning dawned and as everyone had lessons, the Great Hall was filled early for breakfast.

As Snape got up from the staff table, Harry and Ron shared an anticipatory grin and aimed their wands at his back, muttering a string of latin. Moments later the room was filled with a hush, as his robes had been fully transfigured into an obnoxious pink and his hair, streaked in a startling bright, red and gold. Snape however, was still unaware and carried on out of the room, which upon his exit erupted into hysterical laughter, even Dumbledore was seen to wipe away a tear of pure joy.

Hermione turned accusing eyes upon them as soon as he left, because as much as she wanted to cause him annoyance, she had never liked anyone to be publicly humiliated. She gestured for them to go outside and as much as they wished to not follow, they knew Hermione would only be worse if they didn't.

As soon as they were out, the shrieking started.
"I can't believe you would go that far! That was horrible and humiliating! I just can't believe you would do that! Ugh! You two are in sooo much trouble, just you wait." Once she had seen their slightly chagrined expressions, she huffed and waltzed off, fully intending on informing Snape about his apparel.

Just before she could so, she was forcibly stopped by a wall of black. Stumbling backwards she recognised it for what it was, - an irate Professor Snape.

She stammered an apology and looked up to see him furious.

"'I can't believe you would go that far?'" He hissed as he quoted her words back. " So, it was you three all along, I knew it."

AN: Hey all, loving the comments. I will try to update regularly, so you can rest at ease. ;p

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