A/N: It may please you to know that this chapter is dedicated entirely to humor and pranking so please enjoy and review. I would like to get to 100 reiews. Eventually. Thanks for all that review regularly!! I did try really hard to incorporate more Marauder randomness and tone down the emotional depth so I hope I did an okay job!

"Now, as you can see, the peacock (depending on it's gender) will either a teapot or teacup. So please take your peacock and transfigure it. The spell is 'pavonis demimonde'."

It was a frosty Wednesday morning (meaning four more days till the ball!) at Hogwarts. The class sat, wrapped in their scarves and sweaters, rapt with attention; it was Transfiguration after all. There was a shuffling as the 7th years all tried to gather their wands.

At the Northern end of the room, the Marauderesses sat, stifling their laughter and giving each other smug grins. At the Southern end, the Marauders winked at one another and seconds later, Remus whispered something, and a nearly translucent spell shooting across the room, completely unnoticed.

"Do you think the Marauders will try something?" Emma asked, adding a few flowers onto her teapot/peacock.

"Doubtful." Lily answered back. "They're waiting for us to make the next move."

The three girls looked simultaneously over at the Marauders, who seemed to be rather confused.

James' peacock let out a loud squawk as he poked it with his wand.

"Mr. Black, since you have clearly mastered the charm, is it possible that you and your friends could demonstrate?" McGonagall asked, gesturing to the Marauders, none of which were even using their wands.

Listlessly, as if it was no big deal, (performing a spell they hadn't tried), the boys raised their wands. Lily's lips twisted into a smile as she marveled at the calm but determined smile on James' face.

As soon as the incantations left the Marauders' mouths, a rather odd thing happened.

Instead of the peacocks transforming into teacups/pots as was planned, a shower of pink and red blossoms shot out of their wands, covering their feet.

Despite McGonagall's attempts to keep everyone under control, the entire class went berserk. The feeling of extreme ennui went away in seconds and soon everyone was chattering excitedly and laughing. Even the Professor gave a wry smile.

"Operation Geranium has begun." Lily said with a satisfied whisper. Her friends giggled in response.

"Oh, real smooth Marauderesses." Sirius sneered at the ceiling, as if talking with God himself. "How creative to make flowers shoot out of our wands. Clever!"

As if responding, his wand shook again and spewed out another dozen or so flowers.

James laughed uproariously at his muddled friends and tapped his finger knowingly on a letter in his hand. They sat down, wands occasionally shooting out more flowery scented showers.

The class began to settle down again and Gracie shouted, "Why Sirius, I didn't know you liked perfume so much, perhaps I should buy you a bottle?"

Sirius leaned forward in his seat towards her end of the room and said saucily, "Perhaps you should go away and leave me alone."

"Black, you're a loser if I ever met one." Gracie said.

Emma looked at Gracie disapprovingly, but stopped, mouth agape.

Two Gracies.

She wasn't hallucinating either. Sitting on Gracie's desk was an identical person. The twin Gracie stared straight ahead with an unblinking gaze. Lily was also speechless, though she seconds later snatched a letter from the twin's hand.

The real Gracie (or was it the clone?) neither saw nor acknowledged her identical self sitting on her desk. She continued to glare at Sirius, who was wearing a triumphant grin and eyeing the clone happily.

"Anything else you'd like to add to that, Gracie love?" He asked, starting to laugh at her from across the classroom.

"Yes, I do." The brunette sniffed, pretending to wretch. "You smell like shit. You look like the back of a gorilla's arse and you're breath makes me wish I were dead."

As she said those words, three more clones popped up around Gracie, yet she remained unseeing of all four of them.

"Is that all you've got to say?" Sirius prodded, his friends trying to con him out of driving her crazy.

"No, it's not." Gracie said, standing up and drawing her wand. "Petrif-!"

"STOP!" Lily yelled, grabbing Gracie's wand out of her hand.

"Why should I?" Gracie yelled back, ignoring the seething McGonagall that was walking towards the table. Lily sat the brunette down and handed over a piece of parchment, which Gracie read.

Gracie,

We decided to brighten your day a little since you always seem so gloomy. Every time you say something rude, a clone of yourself appears. You can't see them, but we assure you that everyone else can. Think of this as a make-out session invitation from Padfoot. If you give one compliment to one of the Marauders, one clone will vanish. If you keep rattling your pretty little mouth, well, let's just say you will never be your beloved unique self again.

Good day ma'am.

Sincerely,

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

P.S. - Defensive spells will bring ten more clones at once

She put the paper down and sat, shaking with suppressed rage and giving Sirius the most horrific look she could muster; he turned, looked at the floor and began sweating.

Meanwhile, James scanned over the letter he had gotten before passing it among each of his friends.

Dearest Marauders,

Good morning. We hope you are in the mood for some nice tom foolery today. We thought that since all of you smell like a donkey's arse that you might want a change of scent. So, occasionally, whenever we feel it's necessary, sweet smelling Geraniums will surround you, hopefully drowning out the smell of dragon dung. Don't thank us, it was our treat.

Have a lovely, flowery day!

Sincerely,

Midnight, Freckles and Frown

P.S. - The spell lasts for twenty four hours. The only way to reverse this before then is to forfeit the Prankwar.

All four of the boys were thoroughly agitated by the letter.

"We smell bad? I think we are the sexiest smelling guys in the school!" Sirius said, sniffing his armpits confusedly.

"Which would explain why you haven't had a girl friend since the beginning of school." Gracie shot back, slumping in defeat as another clone appeared.

"No way would we forfeit the prankwar!" James shouted incredulously, earning a scolding from the Professor and a spew of flowers from his wand.

"We smell like arse?" Peter asked in wonderment.

"How immature." Remus grouched.

The boys all started talking in hushed tones and the girls turned to the original Gracie as she glared murderously at Sirius.

"I hate him. Him and his stupid head of black hair." She said childishly.

"It's okay Grae." Lily said, giving her friend a one armed hug. "I just hope your clones know how to stay away from Sirius so he doesn't bed them."

Gracie looked up at her friend, and then began banging her head repeatedly on her desk.

When lunch came around, the school was buzzing happily once more. Flowers paved the hallways and Gracie Harlow never seemed to be missing from a room.

Despite this, however, the three girls were having (or were going to have) and even more exciting day then everyone else.

"You know, having twelve invisible clones isn't that bad." Gracie said, twisting her ponytail around her index finger.

"Gracie, twelve insults in three hours?" Lily asked perplexedly. "You are crazy."

"Maybe so, but I'm not the one who is head over heels for my best guy friend." The brunette snapped back.

"What?" Lily asked sharply. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Sure you don't, Freckles." Emma said airily, bending over her homework.

"Do you have the potion, Emma?" Gracie asked conversationally, though she lowered her voice a little, scanning the hall with narrowed brown eyes.

"Right here." Emma said, lifting a tiny bottle of bright orange liquid out of her bag for a brief moment. "And Gracie, you'll put it in, correct?"

"I'd love to." Gracie said, batting her eyes and giving a falsely sweet smile.

Suddenly, Lily felt a tickle in her ear that sent shivers down her spine.

"Would you care for a Lily, Lily?" James whispered, putting a single Tiger Lily on her lap.

"Oh, how very sweet of you James." Said Lily, giving a him friendly kiss on the cheek.

Why did I just do that? She thought.

Did Lily Evans just put her lips on my cheek? James asked himself.

Yes Potter, she did.

Then I'm never washing my face again. He thought, sitting down as he blushed a deep red.

"Where's girlfriend?" Lily asked, pouring a glass of pumpkin juice and passing it under the table to Gracie.

"Well, she said she would be here once she touched up on her makeup." Said James glumly, not very heartened by the thought of his current girlfriend.

"JAMES!" Cried Angie as she ran up and sat on his lap, her face as Barbie-like as always.

Before he could even say hello, the blonde pulled him in by the collar of his shirt, kissing him with too much force for his liking. Gracie mimed choking on her macaroni and Lily had to hold back a shout of laughter.

"Tea, Angie?" Gracie offered. "Pumpkin juice? Flavored water?"

"I'll take pumpkin juice." Angie demanded without even a thank you.

"Alright, here, you can have my glass." Gracie said. "It's really fresh today!"

Angelina took it and gulped it down.

James, who had been watching his red-head friend with a relaxed expression, caught his eye on Sirius, who was standing in the entrance of the hall with a pointed look on his face.

James stood up; grabbing is bag, swinging it over his shoulder. "Well ladies, I'd love to hang but I have a previous engagement to attend to."

"WAIT!" Angie cried, throwing her arms around his waist as an attempt of keeping him from going away. "What about my goodbye kiss?"

The Marauderesses leaned forward in their seats, knowing well what was about to happen. James sighed, and moved his lips towards his girlfriend's. But oddly enough, Angie's lips never met James. Instead, her face veered off to the side, as if purposely turning away from the kiss.

"What?" Angie asked, bewildered, opening her eyes once realizing her lips had not met their destination.

In a vain attempt to repair the apparent mistake, the blonde grabbed her boyfriend's face and tried forcing her lips onto his several times. But every attempt sent Angie's lips careening away from James' face.

The blonde let out a high pitched scream of anguish, James ran out of the hall, and Lily, Emma and Gracie shared a high-five all under the Gryffindor Table.

Ten seconds later, the unnoticed letter in Angie's lap exploded in flames and a loud voice erupted around the hall.

"FROM THE PRANKERS THAT BROUGHT YOU ANGELINA THE HERMAPHRODITE, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE MARAUDERESSES PRESENT YOU THE COMPLETELY UN-KISSABLE ANGELINA WHITE!!"

Every student in the hallway (including some happy-go-lucky-slytherins!) burst into a raucous applause. The stress of schoolwork lessened and laughter was heard in the halls again. Angelina stalked out of the hallway with her fearful posse behind her. Lily looked at her friends, and simultaneously, the three girls started cracking up. For the Marauderesses, Lily thought at as her friends went to study hall, all is well.

Unfortunately, everyone was too caught up in enjoying the pranks to notice that the Marauders were no where in sight.

Are you sure this plan is foolproof?" Peter asked uncertainly, rocking back and forth on his toes.

Sirius (who was currently flirting with Gracie Clone #9) turned and slapped Peter on the back of the head. "Dude, this plan is the best we've had this whole prankwar!"

Remus walked over. "Shh! We can't let anyone know what we're about to attempt. Now, where the bloody hell is Prongs?"

"Here!" James whispered from the portrait hole.

"Are you sure using the stairs won't work?" Peter offered cautiously.

"Of course not." James snapped. "You think that I've not tried getting in the girls dorm after being next door for seven years?"

"Uhh...yes?"

"No. I have tried almost every day to get up there. The thing is, there's a latch up there that, if turned off, will not detect boys if they enter the girl's dorms." James explained, patting Peter sympathetically on the shoulder.

"But we don't have a girl to turn off that latch!" Peter protested.

"That, Wormy, is where my girlfriend comes in." Sirius said, stepping forward.

"Your girlfriend?" Remus asked, raising en eyebrow.

"Boys, meet Juanita!" Sirius introduced, executing a flourishing hand gesture as a means of presenting her.

A girl identical to Gracie stood there, giggling and blushing madly at Sirius.

"Padfoot, did you know you are dating a clone?" Peter asked.

"No, I'm not! This girl, though she may look just as sexy as Gracie, is completely different from Gracie." Sirius said. "Watch."

He winked at 'Juanita', who screamed, "I LOVE YOU SIRIUS!" At the top of her lungs.

"I've found," Sirius continued, wrapping an arm around Juanita's slender, Gracie-like waist, "That Gracie's clones, though they may be the spitting image of her, have completely different personalities. Juanita, for example, is completely head over heels for me, and now I no longer have to worry about chasing Gracie."

His friends just stared at him for a minute.

"You're whacked." James said, shaking his head.

"Well then." Started Remus, clapping his hands together.

"Are we ready to begin?"

"Juanita, are you ready?" Sirius asked, turning to his girlfriend and kissing her on the cheek.

"Anything for you, Siri." She simpered, flouncing up the stairs in a dream like stare.

"Siri?" Remus asked with a cackle of laughter as soon as the girl had disappeared.

"She's very affectionate!" Sirius defended indignantly.

James and Peter soon joined in with Remus' hysterical laughter. Seconds later, Juanita shouted, "All clear!" from the girl's dorm and the boys began to traipse up the stairs, multiple bags in their hands and mischievous expressions on their faces.

"ALL STUDENTS PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY OUT TO THE BEECH TREE BY THE LAKE. I REPEAT, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY OUT TO THE BEECH TREE BY THE LAKE. NO EXCEPTIONS."

It was three thirty in the afternoon, class was about to let out for the day and suddenly a very familiar voice was ringing over the intercom. Out of the three girls, Gracie was the first to recognize the voice, resulting in a long string of cuss words and a thirteenth clone added to the first twelve. (Unseen by Gracie herself.) Lily and Emma held back a laugh as they too, recognized Sirius' immature tone echoing throughout Hogwarts. One by one, students began to file out of the castle, headed towards the Beech Tree.

About twenty feet away from the tree, Lily, Gracie and Emma all stopped, mouths completely agape.

The Beech Tree that served as a retreat for many students at Hogwarts was now covered in pads, tampons and multiple styles of underwear.

In front of the tree stood the Marauders, smiling and waving at the rest of the school. There was also one of Gracie's clones, practically hanging off Sirius and stroking his hair lovingly. Some girls, at the sight of their undergarments on the tree, were stupid enough to run forward and grab their items off the tree, resulting in many wolf whistles and cat calls.

"Ladies and gentle-wizards!" James yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. "May I present to you the Marauders' second prank of the day: The PMS plant!"

The crowd of students went nuts, stamping their feet while screaming and laughing. Even Gracie let out the smallest of laughs.

Eventually, the crowd began to thin out; leaving no one but the Marauderesses (the Marauders had been carried away on the shoulders of the crowd).

"Well look." Said Gracie, walking over to the tree and looking in it's hollow, "They left a present for us." She took out an envelope, tossing it distastefully to Lily.

Lily read it out loud.

Dear Midnight, Freckles and Frown,

We thought that in thanks of your two pranks this morning that we would make you something. So here it is, the PMS plant. We would like to point out that this is your underwear and yourpersonal hygiene products, as well as those of other girls in the Gryffindor Dorms. But, all in all, we have to thank Gracie Harlow. You might know her, petite, loud, and (as Mr. Padfoot likes to put it) extremely sexy. Anyway, if it weren't for her both foul and cruel mouth, we wouldn't have the lovely Juanita to help us. You see, Juanita is clone #9 of Gracie Harlow. So if you see her, thank her for us.

Yours most cordially,

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

P.S.- Mr. Padfoot would like to add that he is actually dating said clone #9, Juanita.

"HE'S WHAT??" Gracie screeched, snatching the letter from Lily's hand.

"He's dating one of your clones. A clone, might I add, that you can't see." Emma said tranquilly, ripping at the grass.

Gracie stared out over the frozen lake, her eyes clearly meaning that a murder was going to be committed. There was silence for a few minutes, and then she stood and walked off to the castle.

"She loves him." Lily stated simply, standing up and looking skeptically at the tampon/pad covered tree.

"She does, even if she doesn't know it unless she's drunk." Emma agreed.

Lily couldn't help but think of herself the same way she viewed Gracie.

Denial, denial, denial.

By Thursday, the scoreboard had sky rocketed.

Marauders: 249

Marauderesses: 242

Needless to say, the boys celebrated the week's victory by sneaking out of the castle for a night. As they did once every month, the Marauders had gone to the shrieking shack to stay with Remus to help him with his 'furry little problem'.

On Friday, just after classes got out, Lily was sitting under the Beech tree with the Marauders. Emma was finishing her novel up in the dorm and Gracie was in her bed, sulking about the fact that she now had twenty invisible clones and one of them was madly obsessed with Sirius. Juanita was somewhere looking for someone to listen to her never ending talk of how wonderful Sirius is.

"So, how do you think this week has gone so far?" Lily asked, her hair glinting in the afternoon sun like a bright red apple.

"Pretty kick arse!" Sirius crowed.

"How's the relationship with Juanita going?" The red head questioned, leaning against James and poking him in the stomach.

Sirius' expression sobered as James pinned Lily on the frosty grass, tickling her relentlessly.

"Not good. I figured that even though Gracie's never going to consent to going on a date with me, her clones aren't a good enough replacement. They're just not her. No fire, no spark. No one seems to be better than the real Gracie Harlow."

Lily gave Sirius a sympathetic smile. "Maybe you should just ask her out without a hint at sex or anything else suggestive?"

"How do you do that?" Sirius asked confusedly, as if he had never asked a girl out without asking her to sleep with him as well.

"Compliment her." Remus said. "Tell her something she'd like to hear."

"And then," James cut in, "Ask her if she would like to go somewhere for dinner. Ask her what food she likes and voila, you've got yourself a date."

"Okay." Sirius said, looking confident.

"But be careful not to come on too strong." Lily warned. "Be nice and give Gracie the space we all know she prefers."

But Sirius didn't seem to hear the red head. Instead he stared straight ahead at the castle entrance, where a lone figure was making their way to the PMS plant.

Grace Harlow, followed by her twenty clones (including Juanita) trotted over to the group and stood silently, watching them all.

"James, you're a good Quidditch player." She said with a slight wince.

POP!

The clone numbers went from twenty to nineteen. Gracie turned to Remus.

"You're smart and give good advice."

POP! POP!

Two more clones vanished. Apparently, the many other Gracies saw this and were starting to panic, running in circles and babbling like a pack of monkeys.

Gracie however, ignored her invisible clones and faced Peter.

"You are loyal and see good in everyone."

Another two clones vanished at the pair of compliments she gave to Peter, who looked fairly heartened by Gracie's words. She once again turned to James.

"You're eyes, though feminine, are pretty. You're hilariously funny."

She continued on in this matter of complimenting until there were only five clones left. Lily was having a hard time keeping a serious face and occasionally combusted into helpless giggles.

Finally, Gracie rounded on Sirius and stood over him as he sat on the grass. She hadn't complimented him once yet.

"Is there anything you want to say to me, Gracie love?" Sirius asked, the lightest of smiles dancing across his handsome face.

The brunette closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Lily almost felt sorry for her.

Gracie muttered something incoherent which no one heard.

"Come again, Gracie?" Sirius asked, the smug grin now perfectly clear on his face.

"When you make a complete arse of yourself, you are funny." She whispered just loud enough.

POP! Four clones to go.

Gracie gulped, as if this feat was physically impossible for her.

"When you are trying to get into a girl's pants, you're kind and courteous." She spat, like the words were poison to her.

"Go on." Sirius prodded as another clone vanished with a POP!

Lily glanced piteously at the three remaining clones, who were now simultaneously screaming "WE'RE GONNA DIIIEEEEE!!"

Gracie continued with her sardonic compliments.

"When you actually take a shower and wash your body, you smell decent." She said with a sniff, reminding Lily vaguely of Petunia.

"Fair enough." Sirius said, with a sweep of his dark hair.

"On the rare occasion when you try in class, you're somewhat intelligent." Gracie added, clearly wanting this to be over.

Only Juanita was left then, sobbing hysterically about losing her one true love, Sirius.

"SHUT UP!" Gracie screamed at the clone, despite the fact that she couldn't see it. (She could hear it.)

"Now then." Gracie said, preparing herself for the last compliment, "At times, when you manage to tuck your shirt in, brush your teeth an shut your arrogant mouth, you are... a tiny bit attractive."

POP!

Juanita was gone and the spell was lifted. Gracie smiled and began to walk away, pleased she could now go back to her mean self.

"WAIT!" Sirius called, standing up and causing her to halt.

"Ugh, what now Black?" The brunette asked, turning with a glare.

"Your arse is nice. Have you lost weight?" Sirius asked, placing as easy going grin on his face.

"Excuse me?" She asked, placing a clenched fist on her hip.

"Dinner's on me babe. Italian or Chinese? What would you like?" He continued, giving James a thumbs up behind his back.

"What I'd like is for you to get the hell away from me!" Gracie screeched, smashing the heel of her shoe into his foot and storming off.

"Are you insane?" James asked as Gracie stalked away, Lily trailing behind her.

"What? I complimented her, asked her out to dinner and I didn't touch her once!" Sirius defended, shaking his head incredulously.

James looked at his friend blankly for a minute, before saying, "Ah, screw it."

"Hey!" Lily shouted as she caught up with Gracie. "Now was it really hard to compliment Sirius?"

"Of course it was." Her friend replied defiantly."Sirius is the cause of this noxious society."

"What are you talking about?" The red head asked confusedly.

"Let's speak of this in terms of germ theory."Gracie offered. "In germ theory, the belief is that micro-organisms cause diseases. Sirius and his Marauder friends are the micro-organisms in this situation. The disease, if you don't mind me saying, is society. All the lovesick girls with their makeup and Barbie-doll faces and all the guys who only think with their pants are the results of this disease. We, as in you, me and Emma, are immune to this disease- we are like the white blood cells. We fight back."

Lily couldn't help but laugh at her friend's sudden spurt of wisdom. She felt half-inclined to ask Gracie why she didn't apply that advice to dealing maturely with Sirius, but decided to keep it to herself.

Lily never was truly sure if Gracie was in a pleasant mood or not.

A/N: You need to vote. Whoever you thought did the best this chapter prankwise is who you vote for. Your vote can change for each chapter, but I'd really appreciate it if you would vote within your review. Just add a P.S. of Marauders or Marauderesses and I'll tally you in! Thanks for reading! REEVVIIEEWW!!