A/N: Credz to mew-tsubaki, who founded this pairing. I don't own HP.
Detention, Weasley!
Professor Binns walked to his class, or rather, he was on his way, but he found her crying. He had absolutely no idea why he was standing in front of the Gryffindor Common Room at this very moment, but it didn't matter anymore – she was crying.
He knew it was wrong to love her. She didn't exist.
"My lady? What has happened?" He asked with genuine concern on his features. She sobbed even harder, but a hand pointed down. His eyes followed her hand to the corner of her frame. Scorch marks. Someone had tried to set his lady alight.
"Who did this?" He demanded, his voice, for the time, perhaps, raised. She glanced at him through her fingers. Her sweet voice filled the air with a name that he would forever learn to hate.
He turned heel, forgetting to bid her fond farewell, revenge the only thing on his mind. He waited a whole week before asking a certain student to remain behind.
Weasley reached him curiously. "Yes, sir?"
"Weasley… why would you threaten such a lovely woman?" Binns yelled. "She was nothing but kind…and you treat her as though she's non-existent! Twenty points from Gryffindor and two months' worth of detention! Now get out of my sight!"
Arthur stared at his teacher, his mouth slightly ajar. He closed his mouth and opened again, reminding Binns of a fish on dry land.
"But sir…"
"I said get!" Binns lifted a hand and swung it at the student, or he thought he did. When he opened his eyes his hand was still motionless – and the boy still frightened.
"Would you like for it to three months?"
Weasley scarpered.
In retrospect, I was perhaps a tad harsh on the boy.
He thought of the scorch marks at the bottom of her painting again.
"Another ten points from Gryffindor." He sighed.
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A/N: Yes, well… to see where this was born from, check out my fic, 'a world without you'.