Author's Note: Hi. Please R&R
Summary: Harry forgot something in the Potions class during detention. He returns to get it and gets the surprise of his life.
Rating: M for sex, and foul language.
Characters/ Pairings: Severus Snape & I'm not going to tell you seeing as that would ruin the story…sort of (cough, Lilly, cough- obvious I know). Ron & Hermione – Harry & Ginny – Fred & Jemini (I made her up) – George & Abina (made her up too)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything else you regonise. However Jemini and Abina are all mine! Evil laughter that ends in a chocking fit, mainly because I just chocked, like you actually care! Anyways…
WTBFH! WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL
Harry Potter was in detention…again. This one wasn't nearly as enjoyable as the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid. It was an extra potions paper, with Snape. He sighed as he glanced around to see Ron and Hermione sitting to close to be deemed innocent, he watched Hermione's hand pull off of Ron's crotch-definitely not innocent. The girl was bloody brilliant when it came to multitasking; she'd finished off her paper and Ron as well! He saw Fred, in the corner with a short, curly haired witch in Ginny's year, they too seemed to be…close. George, who saw Harry looking, said "Her name's Jemini Jensen, the two are completely smitten! It's a bit unnerving to tell the truth. But she's something that Jem!"
"Huh," Harry's softly replied. "Have become smitten with her too? The two of you always seem to be together, you and Fred I mean."
George smiled. "She has a friend, Abina."
"Well that makes sense."
"Mr. Weasley," Fred, George and Ron looked up, "and Mr. Potter," Fred went back to Jem after sticking his tongue out at his twin, and Ron looked guilty then relieved as he realised for once it wasn't him who was caught with Harry, "which part of working in silence did you not understand?"
Before they could answer a pretty looking witch entered looking flustered, "Professor Snape, there is a situation in the Great Hall that requires your immediate attention, it also requires-" Harry zoned out as she listed things, for lack of a better word supplies.
From the corner of his eye he saw George trying to hide a smile. He sent the other boy a questioning look. George just avidly shook his head.
"In my absence," Snape drawled, "I expect you to do your work." With that he left the room in a twirl of robes.
"To his face and behind his back-," the mysterious girl began, smiling at the back of the room.
"He seriously needs to get laid!" Jemini finished. "What took you so long? I actually finished all my work!"
The girl rolled her eyes, "I doubt it will do you any harm." She'd made her way over to the table that Harry sat at.
"Hello beautiful," George said, she blushed. Her hi back was to snog him, a lot.
"Hi," Harry spoke up, the two broke off. "Abina I presume?"
"No!" She turned to hit George, "Who the hell is Abina?"
"You," Jemini snorted. "Don't confuse the poor kid." Harry didn't think it was a good time to point out that he was older.
Abina rolled her eyes, "Yes, I'm Abina. And you are…?"
Ron and Hermione had joined the little gathering, and Ron said in outrage, "How can you not know who he is? He's Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One!"
George and Fred found this hysterical, "She was just trying to get a rise outta him!" George whizzed out. "Probably didn't think about offending his boyfriend!" The Twins began to laugh harder. The girls had the decency to try not to laugh. Key word: Try.
Ron who already blushing, turned redder when his girlfriend said in a thoughtful tone, "I always wondered what those noises were in your room when Harry came over to visit. I figured the two of you were playing with Harry's broomstick," Hermione smirked, "I guess it was his other stick." Harry couldn't help but laugh for the simple fact that Hermione is the one who said this, the girl everyone thought was so prude. They were seriously mistaken.
At some point during the laughter and jokes, Harry realized that the Jemini and Abina were all snuggled up with their boyfriends, and still managed to be close enough to whisper things that sent the other one into another round of hysteria. Harry refocused his attention on Fred and George, they were joking and teasing Ron about everything, but even as they did Fred would pause to whisper something dirty in Jem's ear, and his hand would disappear for a moment under her skirt only to come out where he'd lick his fingers most suggestively. After the third or fourth time, Jem gave him a dirty look and got up, she made it halfway to the door before she turned around, "Are you coming or what?" she asked. Harry had never seen Fred move so bloody fast before. George called out for them to go to the closet so Snape couldn't get them in more trouble for being out of detention.
While all that happened George and Abina, merely held hands and whispered to each other lips brushing in a teasing manor. Harry would bet his Firebolt that George was hard as a rock underneath Abina. At one point Abina rolled her eyes, "Hold on, I need more room then the blasted broom closet!" George gave her a look that clearly said bullshit. She rolled her eyes, "I want more room than the broom closet," Abina gave him a sultry look. "Besides, there aren't any toys in there." George groaned, "Damn you woman!"
Harry looked over to his two best friends, who were arguing. But even that made Harry feel lonely and out of place; he missed Ginny more than ever in these moments. (Un)Fortunately, she was smart enough not to get caught and sent to detention.
At the same time Snape barged in, so did Fred and Jem looking positively devilish. They calmed down a bit at the sight of him.
Snape took a quick survey of the place, he did not fail to notice Abina still there and sitting on George's lap, or Ron snatch his hand off Hermione's leg, or Fred and Jemini waltzing in. And he especially didn't fail to notice Potter all by himself, yet surrounded by friends, and that fact and that fact alone is the reason none of them got an extra detention.
Snape just glared at them, "Get out," he finally drawled. They were all too happy to comply.
Snape sighed, once they were gone. Then he swore, "Damn it Potter!" the imbecile had forgotten his book. He was contemplating putting some hex on it when he heard a voice. A voice he'd never forget, a voice that should be dead.