A/N Don't own Harry Potter.
"The Chudley Cannons are the best team ever," said Ron. Seamus glared at him.
"No way, mate. The Appleby Arrows are totally wicked. Anyways, everyone with even half a brain knows the Chudley Cannons fail at Quidditch."
"Ho-how dare you! You little-," Ron brought his hands to his neck, pretended to choke, and fell off his chair. Hermione glared at him.
"Ron," she exclaimed. "Quit being such a jackass! If McGonagall sees you goofing around like that, she'll go psycho! Don't you remember what she said last time?" Ron rolled his eyes. Suddenly, Ron's eyes shot open and his jawed dropped. Harry and Hermione turned around to see what had gotten Ron speechless.
"Yes, Miss Granger," McGonagall said, her voice like ice. "You're right. I am 'going psycho' on Ron. You both have detention with me this afternoon. You for your crude language and he for being, as you put it, a jackass." The trio's mouths dropped.
"Merlin's balls," whispered Harry. "Did McGonagall just swear?" Ron got off the floor and back in his chair.
"Yeah, mate. And so did Hermione. Holy fucking shit." Hermione's eye's bugged out.
"Ron! Don't use profanities! She just gave me a detention for that. The one time I use one, she catches me. It's so unfair."
"Mione, did you notice that she just swore also? You could've gotten your way out of detention by mentioning it. Honestly, you're such a teacher's pet."
"Well, well," spluttered Hermione. "Well, two wrongs don't make a right."
"You sound like my mother."
"And you two sound like a married couple," grumbled Harry. "Can you two quit bickering for five minutes?"
"Yes, Harry," muttered Hermione and Ron. Transfiguration ended and they walked to lunch.
"Ron, did you hear? The Holyhead Harpies won another game! Aren't they the best team ever?" Collin Creevey was chattering excitedly to Ron.
"No, the Chudley Cannons are," Ron snapped.
"Oh, not again," groaned Hermione.
A/N Please reveiw, it'll brighten my day.