A/n here's another, I'm sure they're getting crazier, review if you agree, and happy New Year, its 2012! But I'll still get the date wrong ;)
26. I must not leave bottles of shampoo and conditioner on Snape's desk. - Harry Potter
27. I must not plaster Snape's office with notes saying how much he needs the shampoo. - Ron Weasley
28. I must not empty all of Snape's preciously saved ingredients into a cauldron and then put it on maximum heat leaving the damage for Snape to find. - Seamus Finnigan
"25 house points from Gryffindor, next week all those who can't get past the fifth stage of brewing baneberry potion you can all spend the evening getting it right, and I do mean all of you, dismissed." snarled Professor Snape, frustrated with the lack of performance by both houses, the only person trying was that know-it-all granger, and she was annoying at the least.
"Blimey, Snapes in a strop, he deducted more than fifty points from Gryffindor!" said Harry, on their way back to the Gryffindor common room.
"Yeah, the git even took some from slytherin, he's in a really pissy mood today" said Ron, in a frustrated tone.
"Yes, but maybe he's sick of you two being complete nuisances!" yelled Hermione, her fury clearly evident.
Both Ron and Harry stopped.
"You're taking his side? After all we've done together your siding with the great dungeon bat!" raged Ron.
"Anyone would think you were shagging him!" commented Harry, snickering at the look on both Hermione and Ron's faces.
Hermione shuddered, "That is just wrong; I would never stoop to that level! Oh, gosh I've got to be off to history of magic. Bye guys!" she waved then ran out of the dungeons, she didn't want to be late to one of her lessons.
"Right mate, we've got to do something about Snape, he is driving me barmy!" said Harry, once Hermione was out of earshot. There were only a few Gryffindors left in the dungeon corridors, all of which were in their own conversations.
"What about that dare Ginny gave you, y'know the one with the shampoo?" questioned Ron.
"Yeah, when can we do it?" asked Harry, deep in thought.
"Well he goes to dinner at exactly 6pm, so we could set off to the dungeons, through the back corridor of course, but then we might need a look out." said Ron, having planned this seconds, this was the one thing that had Harry convinced he would make him a great auror.
"Well what about Seamus?" suggested Harry.
"Yeah!" said Ron, enthusiastically, "oi, Seamus, come here!"
"What is it Ron?" asked Seamus.
"What do you say to pranking Snape?" said Ron, a knowing smile on his face.
"Aye, I'm in, I can do my dare while I'm there." he replied,
"Meet us in the common room in about an hour and we'll get started" said Harry, before heading to the library, to get some books he needed for a transfiguration essay.
An hour and a half later had Ron, Harry and Seamus sneaking through the back of tapestries to the potions office. As soon as they were in Harry cast a locking spell on the door and set to work emptying the multiple bags worth of miniature shampoo, the type that was given out in muggle hotels, the only difference was that they had taken a single bottle, given to them by Hermione, and emptied the solution inside to be replaced with cooking oil, which was then duplicated again and again until there were enough bottles to fill two backpacks. He lined all the bottles up on Snapes desk, so they would be among one of the first things he would see when he entered the room after dinner. On the other side of the room, starting at the door, Ron and Seamus were levitating thousands of muggle 'post-it notes' onto the walls, each with a phrase about why Snape desperately needed the shampoo. Ron and Seamus carefully made their way around the room, covering every visible surface with the luminous yellow notes.
"We all done?" asked Harry, once he was finished with the shampoo bottles.
"Yeah, think so, how about you Seamus?" said Ron, a triumphant smirk stretching across his face.
"Wait, I still have my dare to do, if you two could help me carry the stuff?" asked Seamus, his voice muffled from all the various sized bottles he was carrying. Ron and Harry jumped up from the tables they were sitting on and grabbed some of the bottles.
"Have you got any set method of putting them in?" asked Ron; Opening the jars and bottles.
"shove 'em in mate, then we run." said Seamus, reminding Ron of the plan that the trio had came up with in the Gryffindor common room, less than two hours ago.
They piled all sorts of ingredients into the large, pewter caldron.
"In go the newt's eyeballs" smiled Harry, emptying the contents of a slimy green jar into the caldron.
"Bye bye unicorn tail!" saluted Ron as he chucked the whole box in.
"Away with you, dried lacewing flies." said Seamus, in a mock scolding tone.
The three carried on this way until all the jars, bottles and boxes were empty, and then decided to chuck in them for good measure. Within moments the cauldron began to bubble and a foul smelling green lava type mixture reached the top of the cauldron.
"RUN, its gonna blow!" screamed Harry,
Without a moments pause the three started to run out of the office, barely managing to undo the locking spell on the door. They ran as fast as they possibly could out of the dungeons and managed to come to a halt in front of Professor Snape.
"You three idiots, what in Merlin's name are you running from?" sneered the professor, glaring at the three Gryffindors.
"Umm… err…"
"Well…."
"Eerrrmm…"
"You three blithering idiots, answer me." Snape yelled, most definitely not amused.
But before anyone could answer the bubbling green slime could be heard making its way up the corridor. The foul odour followed.
"Ron, Harry?" asked Seamus quietly.
"Yeah?" they responded in the same, anxious tone, due to the toxic slime making its way towards them.
"RUN!" Seamus shouted, before taking off at a sprint to the Gryffindor common room. Both Ron and Harry followed closely behind.
"Detention boys, my office, 8pm, don't you dare be late!" barked the irate professor, as he began to vanquish the slime so he could get to his office. The only indication that he had made it to the dungeons was the loud scream that could be heard throughout the whole castle.
"Must've found the shampoo then." said Seamus, joining in with the rest of their dorms laughter at the girly squeal emitted by their professor.
A/n There you go, now you wonderful people I am deciding to call my hobo Larry, all in favour review 'aye' all opposed review another bizarre name, bob not accepted, no offence to all those bobs out there.
