I threw my alarm clock across the room as soon as it sounded. Not bothering to look in the mirror, I brushed my teeth and left my hair in the sloppy bun that I fell asleep in.

The room was a bit chilly so I decided on a long sleeve shirt, some gloves and running tights. It was only 4:30 in the morning - or at night, depending on your view - so I pulled a bottle of water and granola bar from my trunk and ate on the way outside.

Two and a half hours later, I jogged back into the castle. My body was begging for a bath. Everyone was still asleep when I got in so I stripped down and-

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

My skin was fucking purple. PURPLE! I ran to the mirror and screamed. My whole god damn body was PURPLE.

I jumped in the shower not even bothering to set the temperature until I got in and scrubbed for what felt like hours, but it wouldn't come off!

It just got darker.. Oliver Wood was going to pay for this. He laced his damn sweets and made me turn purple.

"Oh no.." I whispered, slapping a hand to my forehead. Each of my friends had some. "No, no, no, no, no,no,no-"

I didn't bother turning the water off before I ran out to check the girls.

"We're fucking purple!" I shrieked, ripping the comforters from their bodies

"What?" Daphne mumbled, rubbing her eyes. I tossed her hand mirror to her and she screamed.

"What happened to my face!"

"We have to check the boys!" I cried, not caring that I ran out the room in nothing but my towel

I jetted up the stairs, praying that nobody had seen me. I slammed open their door and gasped.

Every boy was a different shade of purple. "Oh my god!" Tears were streaming down my face by now and all the boys sat up wide eyed

"Why are we fucking purple?!" Miles was loud enough for all of Hogwarts to hear us.

I was sobbing by this point and Cassius picked me up and carried me over to his bed.

"We," sob. "look," sob. "like," sob. "fucking," sob. "pixies!"

I was hysterical at this point. I have purple fucking skin and I never payed attention long enough to my tutor from home to find out how to change it!

Miles took me from Cass's arms and squeezed me tight. "We'll find a way to turn back, I promise."

He slid his hand up and down my thigh and back soothingly. I stopped sobbing into his chest and looked up at him.

It was Sunday. Maybe we could sneak down to the hospital wing..

"We need to get to the hospital wing." Graham was always the voice of reason.

But, who was taking that chance of being humiliated in front of the entire school?

"I'll do it. Pomfrey usually expects me there at least once a week." Miles shrugged.

He pulled Cass's blanket over me and went over to his drawer. He tossed some of his clothes over at me and pointed to the bathroom.

"Change into that. We're not gonna let anyone see you."

Something about his voice just calmed my nerves. I nodded and trailed into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I slid on Mi's sweatpants. They fit me around the butt but were entirely too big on my waist and too long for my legs, so I rolled them up.

He gave me a long sleeved top that looked like it was satin but stretched like spandex. I liked it. It held my boobs in place, at least they wouldn't be bouncing everywhere during this endeavor.

I'm sooo going to get Wood where it hurts for this one. I've always hated the color purple. Mainly because it was my mother's favorite color, but that's not the point!

Point is, me and all of my friends are fucking purple because of that arse and now we have to somehow sneak down to the hospital wing to get back to normal.

When I came out, Miles was gone. "Where'd he go?"

"He covered up and decided to make a run for it." I belly flopped on Miles bed and groaned into his pillow.

How are we going to avoid everyone? Could this even be reversed?

My belly growled and I mentally scolded myself for being the fat lard that I am.

"Shut up stomach! I'm not in the mood for your shit!" I snapped, even though it was muffled through the pillow.

I picked my head up and looked to my left. Graham and Marcus went back to sleep. How could you sleep when you don't even know if there's a cure! What if we're purple forever? What if when we grew up we had purple baby's because of Oliver the arsehole!?

Looking to my right, Cassius was staring. I raised a brow. "What?"

He smirked and looked away. "Nothing."

I narrowed my eyes. Nothing my butt.

"Tell me." I warned, picking myself off of my husband's bed.

"There's nothing to tell." He teased. I could still see the smirk on the side of his face.

I lunged at him. That was the only sensible thing to do. After I put him in a head lock and wrapped my legs around his waist, I said, "Tell me now what you were smirking at Cassius Warrington or so help you Merlin, I will-"

"Alright, alright!" I loosened my grip around his neck and he peered up at me. "Your chest is quite soft, princess."

I glared and slapped the back of his head. He rolled his eyes, "I was just wondering if you felt the same about Wood after this?"

"No." Could you imagine if I didn't notice I was purple until I got to the great hall?

Yours truly is going to give Oliver Wood a lesson in Humiliation 101.

"Where are they?" I was searching the length of the Slytherin table over and over again. It was lunch time now. Jessica Cesari wasn't one to ever miss a meal.

"Dunno." The twins smirked. "Probably hiding."

"They're not hiding." Steve said. Snagging a ham and cheese sandwich from the platter infront of me. "What did you do to my sister and why is she and her friends purple?"

I buried my face in my hands. This can't be happening. I felt the twins shaking with laughter beside me. I just glared at them.

"She's gonna get you good, Olly-boy." Steve grinned, chewing his food with an open mouth. "She's pissed. Pomfrey turned their skin back, but you can still see a little purple tint to them."

Speak of the devil. Jessica and her crew tumbled in racing for the food at their table, her and Bletchley in front. The group definitely had a purple tint to them and I couldn't help but smirk.

Their faces must have been grand when they saw their skin! I wish I could've seen it..

I watched them fork tons and tons of food down their throats. Neither of them were talking to one another. Not laughing or anything. When they finished a few minutes later, she and Bletchley carried extra sandwiches in their hands on the way out.

"You look worried." Steve laughed, finishing up his meal and winking at a giggly blonde down the table.

"A little." I admitted. Steve patted my shoulder. "You should be."

He strolled down and pulled the blonde by her hand leading her out of the dining hall with him.

I huffed. "Got anything else?"

The twins grinned maniacally. "This is only the beginning,"

Okay. Operation 'Humiliate Oliver Wood' is in full effect.

My friends and I spent the whole morning in the hospital wing waiting while Madam Pomfrey brewed enough potion to take away the color, so we put that time to good use.

I scribbled violent quidditch catastrophes that could possibly happen to Oliver and listened to the groups suggestions about how we should get him back.

The boys opted for a beat down, girls wanted humiliation. I chose the latter.

Only because, scars fade. Humiliation lasts a life time. The boys saw things my way after a bit of threatening with extra laps and bleacher drills.

We were all in the boys room. Miles and I were scarfing down the last of our sandwiches on his bed while Kara and Daphne cleaned the room.

I'm assuming Daph and Graham were dating or something because they would kiss every so often when she went near him. And to think Marcus thought he was gay!

I would love a gay friend, actually. They're so fun and catty in these types of situations. I need to find one. ASAP.

Miles and I were bored when we finished eating. So, he started burping the alphabet much to the girls disgust. I just giggled away, encouraging him.

"Jess!" Kara scolded, tossing a bundle of dirty clothes into a laundry hamper. "Stop it! We have more important things to do!"

"You're the only one who knows Oliver. What does he hate?" I leaned back on Miles headboard and thought.

"He wants to play with colors! I'll give him colors!" With that I jumped and ran out the door bare foot.

I need to find my brother. I stopped once my feet touched the freezing concrete floor in the hall, so before the opening could close I slid back in to get my slippers.

"Now if I was a giant Gryffindor, where would I be..." I asked to myself, not sure of where I was going after I reached the great hall's entrance.

I spotted the Weasley twins, sooo naturally I turned on the charm. Ha ha. I wish.

"Weaaasleeeys!" I sang, rushing up behind them. Snaking an arm around each of them, I asked, "Do you know where my darling brother is?"

"Yes," They said together. Still love it!

"Well, where is he?" My puppy dog eyes were on display and they smiled a little, wrapping their arms around my shoulders.

"The common room." They did it again! I grinned.

"Well, could you take me there? Pleasee," Batting my eye lashes, I tried to pull them closer.

"Anything for our favorite chaser." The one on my left said. I seriously need to find a way to tell them apart.

I smiled and they led me up a few lights of stairs, stopping in front of a portrait of a fat lady. They refused to say the password until I walked seven steps away, covered both ears with my hands and hummed the Goblins theme song.

Hands wrapped around my waist and I was flung over a shoulder! "Fred! George! Which ever one you are! Put me down! NOW!" I was kicking and smacking as much as I could

I felt the light chuckle and shrug of my abductor. He said, "Okay." THUD!

"What was that for!" I rubbed my butt. He just dropped me on the floor!

"You said put you down." Oh, you cheeky bastard..

I glared and pushed his chest. I scanned their extremely scarlet and gold common room, but the person I was looking for wasn't there.

My hands traveled to my hips and I huffed in annoyance, throwing my head back.

A few people were watching me, so I used this to my advantage.

"Excuse me," I smiled, strolling over to a young girl with bush like hair who was pretending to be reading. "What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger." She smiled back, extending her hand. I shook it. "Jessica Cesari."

She nodded, "I know who you are. I have to ask, you're a Slytherin. Why are you in here?"

I sat on the arm of the sofa she was reading on, "I'm looking for my brother, but I have no idea where the male dormitories are located."

She grinned as if she was pleased to help. She pointed to the stair case to the left of us. "There."

I like her. "Thank you, Hermione. I hope this isn't the last time I see you."

Oh yes. Work that charm, lass! Turn dear ole Ollie's own house against him!

I stood and bolted up the stairs only to be met with seven doors. These ones didn't have signs on them! Ugh...

I took my chances on the seventh door to my right. I glided down the hall. These damn doors didn't have names either!

This makes me feel like i'm in a dumb house. Do we really need name tags on our doors so we remember who's is who's?

This was absolutely NOT cool. I'm upset. I will petition this.

I sighed and knocked on the first door. I heard a few grunts and laughs before the swung open.

"Jessica Cesari?" The voice belonged to a short, thin guy with lots of dark stubble.

The guy rubbed his eyes. This had to be the seventh year dorms, nobody has facial hair that intese!

"Yeah. I was wondering if you could show me where my brother's room is?" He grinned and opened the door wider, exposing a very nice set of abs.

I smirked and moved aside, ready to let him lead me to where ever it was. I felt pressure on my lower back until we passed about four more scarlet colored doors.

"Here you are, gorgeous." The boy said and I thanked him. I knocked twice, humming as I waited.

"Who is it?" A voice that was not my brothers called out. I rolled my eyes and turned the knob, walking in. "Jessica Cesari."

I chuckled at the four other guys who's mouths hung low. So, being me, I made it more awkward by fingering the objects strewn about their room.

I smirked when I spotted my brothers trunk. His bed was made, which is odd because he doesn't make his bed at home...

Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I jumped on it. Arms behind my head, I stretched my legs and toes out as far as they would go.

"Who was at the door?" There he is!

I turned my head and my smirk fell. "Put some damn clothes on Steven!" He was in his boxers, brushing his teeth.

He rolled his eyes and did as he was told. Moments later he appeared and I scooted over so I could share his bed with him.

"What's up little sister?" He smiled, wrapping an arm around my head and kissing my cheek.

"Stevieee" I put that puppy dog face on and he frowned. "I need help.."

He tried looking away but I pulled it back. I held both sides of his face with my hands and mocked my actions. This is how we convince one another to do things. Don't judge us..

"Little sister, let go of my face." He said as I used the heel of my hand to push his lips together to make a fishy face.

"Promise you'll help me?" I pouted my bottom lip out and he blew minty air in my face.

I scrunched my nose, "Is that a yes?" I grinned, letting him free. I eyed him. He'll say yes.

"With what." He sighed. The only time I needed his help was when I was either reallly going to piss someone off or if I couldn't reach something..and the occasional 'i'm too lazy to get my own food' thing, but let's not count that.

I let my legs dangle over the edge of his bed as I went through his drawers. "What are you doing?" He pulled me into his lap.

"I'm hungry." I replied flatly and removed myself from his heavy arms. He reached under his bed and tossed a bag of crisps in my face. I grinned and munched happily for a few moments.

"Well..?" He said, sounding annoyed. His roommates didn't seem as starstruck any more because they were having their own conversations but their heads snapped back at me while I ranted.

"Steven Saeed Cesari! Don't you DARE have an attitude with me!" I popped a crisp in my mouth and carried on, "I came up here in good faith that you wanted to see me and for me to visit you but NO! Here you are acting like a git!" Another crisp found my mouth, "If it's like that, I'll just take your damned crisps and leave!"

Even if my brother was huge, at 6'8 and a complete muscle head, I was his soft spot. I was the only girl he would listen too or allow to sleep in his bed, wear his clothes, eat his food, etc..

I shot up to leave, crisps in hand but I was jerked back. Stevie maneuvered his arms and legs around me so that I couldn't break free and he said, "I'm sorry.."

All of his roommates were wide eyed once again. I huffed in annoyance and sat defiantly. Glaring at the pictures he had tacked up of me and him on his bed post.

"Get off me, Steven." I growled. Completely ready to bring out the big guns. I felt his smirk form into my shoulder. "No."

"No?" I questioned. I felt his smirk leave. He knew what was about to happen. I slipped my slender arm down to his knee and pinched the bit of fat he had on the end of his thigh.

He squealed like a little pig! I wasn't done. I started tickling the big man. He was sooo getting it. His friends just watched with expressions I couldn't read.

My brother and I brought the best out of each other. He was all I had when I was in Armenia. Our oldest brother was in his early 20's now, so he was long on his own.

We had a relationship similar to Oliver and I's. Except, it wasn't. I don't know, it's hard to explain.

"Are you going to help me or not you oaf!" I tickled his ribs while he squirmed, falling off the bed and dragging me with him

"Yeah! Yeah! What!" He was sitting on my pelvis and it hurt..

"Oi! I won't be able to have kids if you stay there!" I tried pushing him off but he got up anyway, holding out a hand for me.

I reached up, ready to accept his help but he pulled his hand back and wagged his finger, "No, no, no. Not today."

I giggled and shoo my head. We watched too much muggle television for our own good. While at home it was always quidditch, food, tv, sleep.

In that order. We liked muggle sports. Favoring basketball probably because it was closest to quidditch. We loved this player called Motumbo that played in the United States, he was a good laugh!

"Come here!" I mouthed, opening and closing my hands whilst still on the floor.

He chuckled but joined me. "I have a plan!" I whispered - I'm lying. I couldn't whisper to save my life.

He ran a hand through his short dark hair and waited for me to continue. "Oliver turned me purple, and I don't like purple. So,"

I grinned maniacally and hopped up, "He doesn't like pink." I was beaming. Oliver dreaded the color for as long as I could remember.

"So?" My brother raised a brow. I scoffed, "You'll see. Is he in his dorms?" He shrugged.

"Could you go see and report back? It's URGENT!" I mocked the last word because that was the excuse he always used to get me away from Cedric.

He rolled his eyes and left the room. Leaving me for a minute or two to eat the bag of deliciousness that I've been neglecting.

"He's not there." Steve said, closing his door behind him. I gave him the thumbs up while my head was tilted back with the bag in the air, trying to get the last bits of crisps from the corners inside.

"Is anyone in there?" He shook his head. Perfect. I grinned.

I finished up my workouts for the night since the twins made me swear off making them practice on weekends.

Slugging back to my dorms, I tried massaging the knot out of the side of my neck on the way up.

Turning the knob to my room, I gulped. My fucking room is pink. PINK!

Everything is pink. My bed. Rob's bed. The doors. Even the FUCKING BATHROOM!

"God damn it!" I shouted, kicking the pink side of my dorm's door. I shook my head and went to get some fresh clothes so I could have a shower, but guess what.

My. Clothes. Are. Fucking. Pink.

Are you kidding me? She went through every part of my room individually and made it all pink?

I blinked a few times and entered the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and guess what else is pink? THE WATER!

How the bloody hell did she even manage this?! Reaching for the rosy liquid, I stepped in once I realized it wasn't going to dye my skin or anything.

I sighed and tried to relax as the hot beads massaged my back. I grabbed for my body wash and surprise, surprise. That's pink too.

I figured if the water didn't dye me then the soap wouldn't so I lathered up. Trying to scrub away my aggression.

"What the fuc- WOOD!" Rob was pissed..

"I know!" I shouted back. "SHE did it!"

"At least my- MY FUCKING CLOTHES ARE PINK!"

She got him too.. I huffed and rinsed myself. How did she even get in here?

I wrapped the pink towel around me that hung behind the door and stepped into my room.

Fred and George burst in seconds later with murderous looks on their faces. She must of got them too..

"SHE FOUND IT! SHE TOOK OUR INVENTIONS!" Fred was at the brink of tears. "AND-"

"TURNED EVERYTHING PINK!" George fumed, glaring at his brother. "I told you we shouldn't of let her in!"

My eyes widened. "You let her in?!" I sat on my cotton candy colored bed with my hands on my knees.

"No.." I gasped. The worst thing that I could ever imagine was in the corner.

Both of my brooms were pink! With my name spelled out in jewels on the handle!

No, no, no, no, no! She officially went TOO far now!