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It had been over a month since anything had happened, Snape thought to himself on his way to bed one night. A whole wonderful month. Was he completely off the hook yet? He doubted it. He still didn't know why all this had happened to him, and he was sure that whoever was the mastermind of these little 'jokes' would want him to know why, and, Hell, HE wanted to know why

There was nobody waiting in his chambers, no traps on the doors, and nothing was out of the ordinary. Maybe this was a part of the plan, he thought as he went through his nightly routine that would take him two hours to complete. They wanted to drive him crazy, and damn it, they were doing a good job, he thought as he checked under his bed for the fifth time. He stood, took three steps away from his bed before he went back and knelt to check again. He would do this four more times before he could move on. After his tenth check he went to check his bathroom. He would test the doorknob ten times before entering, then, he'd have to open and close the door ten times to make sure that nothing would fall on his head. He'd make his way through all of his rooms, checking every little thing ten times. When he was sure there was nothing there that shouldn't be, he readied for bed, and fell asleep.

Lying in bed the next morning, Snape strained his ears, trying to tell if there was anyone in his bedroom before he would open his eyes. Hearing nothing, he slowly opened his eyes and glanced around. Nobody was there. Just as slowly he began to sit up, and still detecting nothing, he rose out of bed and tiptoed his way across the room. Testing and retesting the doorknob he finally opened it, and was greeted by his silent and deserted sitting room. He once again made his rounds through all his rooms in the same manner, when he was satisfied that he was, in fact, alone, he showered and dressed for the day ahead.

R.O.R.

"I know they're kind of childish, but it's all I could come up with." Susan spoke to the girls.

"Yeah, I tried to think up something for you to do too," Cho said to Susan. "I came up with a few ideas as a last, large prank for us all to do. But that was it."

The other girls muttered in agreement. They were all running out of ideas for small pranks, but they were also all thinking about their final prank. It had to be the best; they needed to do something that would tell Snape why he was targeted without all the students finding out. That would only embarrass Pansy and they didn't want to do that.

"Well, a jokes a joke," Pansy told Susan. "Do it up if you want."

So with that the girls parted and made their way downstairs before anyone else was up and about.

Making his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast Snape was left alone. There was no one following him, nothing fell on him, nothing happened. The Great Hall was almost full by the time he arrived. No one paid him much attention. The students seemed to think that the fun was over, nothing had happened for sometime. Most of the students, and a few of the teachers, were quite sad about that. So no one was ready when Snape took his usual seat and a very loud, very RUDE sound cam from the direction of their potions professor.

Since Snape's face was so red the students thought, as they were meant to, that the gross sound came from him. A collected "EWWWWW" rang out from the house tables and, to his dismay, the head table as well. Slowly Snape stood once more; he turned slightly and looked down at his chair. He snatched the whoopee cushion off his chair and threw it onto the ground in front of his table. With as much dignity as he could muster he sat again, this time without a sound.

Through out the rest of breakfast the students kept one eye on Snape the entire time and were, so far, quite disappointed. Nothing else seemed like it would be happening. Snape finished his breakfast without a word to anyone. He was refusing to speak with the teachers. They were enjoying his embarrassing scenes far too much. And the Headmaster! Just thinking about that old man made his eye twitch. Albus was allowing this to happen! To Snape that made him nothing more than a traitor!

He lifted his mug and drained it of the last of his coffee and replaced the empty mug onto the table. He then pushed his chair away from the table to rise, and fell back into his chair when he couldn't stand. He didn't want to struggle and have everyone watching him, but damn it, he had to pee.

Trying not to draw much attention to himself, he attempted to stand once more, only to find that his chair was still firmly stuck to his backside. 'Someone put glue on the chair!' he thought to himself. Then with a groan thought, 'If he hadn't moved the whoopie cushion that would be stuck to his chair instead of himself.

Giving up his hopes of remaining unnoticed, he placed both his hands firmly on the arms of his chair, and pushed down with his arms as hard as he could while he pushed up with his feet. The students stopped talking in mid-sentence and, as one, turned to watch their professor when they all hear a loud "RRRRRRRRRIP" from the high table.

Well, the good news was that Snape's butt was no longer stuck to the chair. The bad news, most of his pants was still stuck on his chair. But, that wasn't all of the bad news, oh no, not for our favorite overgrown bat. No, he now found that his hands were firmly glued to the arms of his chair.

As much as he hated to admit, he needed help. He'd never be able to reach his wand, let alone USE it. He looked to his left to ask Albus for help but he was no longer at the table! In fact, there wasn't one teacher left in the Great Hall. That means he would have to ask a student for help. He looked over to his house table, hoping to catch Malfoy's eye and get him to help but... he was GONE! In fact, looking around, he saw that most of the students he would allow approach him with a wand was gone! There were only two people left he would ever consider allowing them to perform magic on him. It was a choice between Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. CRAP.

"Miss Granger," he barked out. She had more experience that Miss Weasley. "I need a word!"

Slowly she stood and made her way up to the head table. Apparently Susan's glamour worked. Snape couldn't see who she didn't want him to see. Coming to a halt in front of where he was still seated at the high table, she looked up at him with an innocent and questioning look on her face.

"Yes, Professor?" she said sweetly. "Did you need me for something?" She was having a very hard time trying not to laugh at the looks she was getting from the teachers that were still seated at the table, whether Snape saw them or not.

"Miss Granger," he forced out through clenched teeth trying not to move his lips so that the few students left, that he could see that is, couldn't read his lips. "Will you please come around the table so I can speak to you?"

She had to make a concentrated effort to keep her eyes from flicking to where Pansy sat for fear she would crack up laughing. She also made sure to not look at the Headmaster, who was smiling like it was announced that everyday would be Christmas. She forced herself between the Headmaster and her snarky professor.

Leaning down she whispered into his ear and asked, "Did you need me for something, Sir?"

He just barely resisted rolling his eyes at her. If he didn't need her for something WHY would he be talking to her? With a calm he wasn't aware he had he explained his problem.

"So, let me make sure I have this straight," Hermione said. She made sure to speak loud enough so the teachers and many students (that Snape could not see) could hear. "Your chair had glue on the seat, which became stuck to your… seat, but you got your… seat unstuck from your seat, but the seat of your pants is no longer covering your seat, it is stuck on your seat, even though your seat is no longer stuck to your seat, and now, your hands are glued to your seat?"

Hearing her say it that way made Snape even more embarrassed than he thought possible. Glaring at her, he merely nodded his head.

"And, you need me, Sir, to help you free your hands from your seat?" she asked. In response she received another nod. "Okay, let me take a look."

After checking his arms and hands, she raised her wand and tried a few spells but nothing seemed to work. Looking closer, she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing.

"Umm… Sir… this is crazy glue. Magic won't work." Which she was quite sure Susan picked it. Seeing the fear and panic in her teacher's face she quickly added, "But nail polish remover will. I have some in my dorm. I'll only be a minute, don't worry." With that she took off before he could remind her that she was, in fact, a WITCH and could simply SUMMON the nail polish remover.

It might very well be a world record. Hermione didn't think anyone had ever made if from the Great Hall to Gryffindor tower and back so quickly. She didn't know how long Susan's glamour would hold and knew she had to get back to her professor before it wore off so Susan would be able to get the picture.

To Snape however, he was beginning to think that she wasn't coming back. What was in reality only two and a half minutes, to him felt like two and a half hours. When he saw her all but FLY back into the Great Hall, he could have cried with relief. (Hey, stress can really screw someone up)

Hermione reached her professor and knelt to use the nail polish remover to free Snape's hands. She knew that Susan was hidden safely under Harry's cloak behind Snape's chair with Colin's camera at the ready. She would only have a second to get the photo.

As soon as Snape was freed, she clicked the camera at the exact moment when he stood up and before he retrieved his wand to repair his clothing. Without a word of thanks to Hermione, Snape stormed out of the great hall, and resisted the urge to slam the doors closed behind him.

Still crouched by her professors' empty chair, she heard what sounded like someone snapping their fingers twice and knew that Susan was letting her know that she got the picture. She looked up to see Dumbledore smiling down at her.

"Good morning, Miss Granger," he said to her as though there was nothing odd about her kneeling on the floor by Snape's empty chair.

"Good morning, Sir," she replied. "Enjoying your breakfast, I hope?" She received a hearty chuckle and a wink in reply. Rising to her feet she say goodbye to the Headmaster and left the Great Hall for her first lesson.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Only one more to go, the big one!