Title: The Weekenders

Author: Emily

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or The Breakfast Club. I do own Professors Hines and Adams. :)

Summary: Hogwarts' Breakfast Club. Kind of a lame title, but really, so is The Breakfast Club. Written pre-HBP, so technically AU. Takes place Harry's 6th year. Harry, Ginny, Luna, Draco, Colin. Potentially HarryLuna DracoGinny. Rated for language mostly. More inside.

Extended Summary: Five students of Hogwarts are stuck inside for a Saturday detention. As they are forced to endure each other's company for nine hours, they learn more about each other and what landed them in detention to begin with, and become the most unlikliest of friends.

Chapter One: Introduction and Malfoy is an Ass

Professor Hines looked at the students sitting unhappily in the Hogwarts library. Unhappy, no doubt, because they had to spend their Saturday here instead of in Hogsmeade with their friends. The professor had no sympathy for them. Whatever it was they had done it must have been pretty bad to earn a Saturday detention, and on a Hogsmeade weekend no less.

He had to admit it was an odd group today. Two 6th years and three 5th years: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Colin Creevey and Luna Lovegood. Professor Hines taught Newt-level Arithmancy, and though he didn't know any of the students personally, he had heard plenty about each of them from the other professors.

"Alright, delinquents," he said loud enough to cause the scrawny Creevey boy to jump in his seat, "Welcome to Saturday detention. Rules are as follows: no speaking, no eating, no moving from your seats, no sleeping, and, above all, no magic."

He began to pass out the parchment and quills he had brought along. "Today we're going to try something new. We're going to write an essay. Three feet minimum, five feet maximum. In this essay you will explain who you think you are. You have nine hours." He saw the incredulous look on each of their faces, except Lovegood's. They obviously hadn't expected to be in here quite that long.

"My classroom is right across the hall. These doors will remain open. Any tomfoolery and you will all be in even more trouble, do I make myself clear?"

They all nodded. Professor Hines nodded as well, satisfied that they would obey him. He turned on his heel and went back to his office to grade his seventh years' assignments.

Harry Potter looked around the library and sighed. Detention was such a drag. And on a Hogsmeade weekend, too! He'd had plans with his friends, but when McGonagall had given him detention, he'd just had to give his errands list to Hermione and his sweets money to Ron.

Harry had been surprised, though pleased, to see that Ginny had detention also. He had sat near her, though he sent a small smile to Luna in the desk furthest back.

Colin had been a surprise as well, but it was Malfoy that Harry had been horrified to see walk through the library doors. Nine hours with him!?! He wasn't sure he'd survive it.

Ginny Weasley slumped in her seat. As annoyed as she was that she had to spend her Saturday in the library, she was secretly glad she had gotten detention. She knew it sounded pathetic and desperate to rebel for attention, but that's exactly what she was doing. She was tired of being overlooked as "the youngest Weasley". She was more than a hair color, for crying out loud!

She was happy to see Colin and Luna – she knew both fellow 5th years fairly well. Well, of course she knew Luna, who had been at the Ministry last June... Ginny pushed thoughts of that out of her head. She had to fake a smile when Harry sat beside her. He stole a bit of her independence by being there with her. She scowled when Malfoy sat in the desk behind them, but she refused to let him ruin her day completely. He was Ron's enemy, not hers.

Draco Malfoy was not a happy wizard. He did not relish the thought of being stuck in this room with goody-two-shoes Gryffindors all day (and one Ravenclaw). He glanced around. What had these ponces done to receive detentions anyway?

Colin Creevey fidgeted in his seat and gulped audibly. He couldn't believe he had gotten detention! He was definitely charging those Hufflepuffs more for this. Even his happiness at Harry Potter's presence was dampened by his nerves. What would his parents say? They'd probably ream him about not setting a good example for his younger brother Dennis.

Luna was okay, Ginny he got along with, and Harry he idolized. But Draco Malfoy… Colin's feeling for the Slytherin prefect was nothing short of sheer terror.

Luna Lovegood looked at the faces who would be spending the day in the library with her and smiled to herself. She expected an interesting Saturday.

Luna began tapping her knuckles on her hard wooden table desk, using a code the Muggles referred to as "Morse".

Colin, in his jumpy state, was the first to investigate the strange tapping noise, and he looked around at the girl sitting directly behind him. Gradually, the other three students turned in their seats at well. They all stared as Luna continued to tap on her desk. Finally, Malfoy spoke.

"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?"

Luna looked up. "Communicating with the wood sprites trapped in my desk." Then she continued tapping.

Draco nodded as though he had expected as much. "Of course you are," he muttered sarcastically.

The pale blond turned back around to find Potter glaring at him. "Don't make fun of her," he spat.

Draco let loose his signature sneer. "So sorry, Scarhead. And when she invites me to travel to Switzerland with her to look for the Crumble-Whatever-Yaks, I'll go along, just to spare her fragile feelings. Because that's the kind of considerate, sensitive guy I am."

Harry scoffed, "Why would she ever invite you anywhere, Malfoy?"

Draco didn't respond. Instead he turned to the redhead sitting next to the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die-Already. "What're you doing here, Weaselette? Tagged along to keep your boyfriend company?"

Ginny matched him sneer for sneer. "No! I didn't even know he'd be here. And he is not my boyfriend."

"No? Haven't managed to snag him yet, then?"

"Shut up!" she exclaimed. "That was a long time ago!"

"HEY!"

Professor Hines' voice cut across the hall.

Harry and Ginny turned to face the front once again. Everyone fell silent.

Draco looked across at the blond kid squirming in his seat. "Hey, you." The boy's eyes widened when he realized that Draco was speaking to him. "You gotta go to the loo or something?" When he frantically shook his head Draco said, "Then sit still, for Merlin's sake."

While the kid tried to stop moving, even making his breaths shallower, Draco studied him. He seemed slightly familiar… "Hey, I know you!" Draco grinned. "You're that Creevey kid."

Colin looked even more frightened. "Uh, y-yeah. That's me."

Draco smirked maliciously. "You're the Gryff the 'Puffs paid to get photos of the Gryffindor girls in the showers!"

Colin turned beet red, as did Ginny.

"You WHAT?" she shrieked.

Colin shifted to face her quickly, "I'm sorry, Ginny. I didn't get any of you, I swear!"

"You better not have!"

Draco laughed out loud. "You really don't have any of the she-weasel, Creevey? I'd pay top galleon for one."

Ginny turned her Weasley temper on him. "You pig!"

Draco put on a serious face. "Hey! That's Mr. Pig to you, Weasley." He turned back to Colin on his left. "So, you got caught, is that it? That's why you're here?"

The younger boy nodded. "Professor Adams saw me exchanging them with the Hufflepuffs. He confiscated all the rest of the photos and gave me detention."

"What do you think he did with the photos?" Luna spoke for the first time.

Colin shrugged. "Maybe he burned them or something."

Both Harry and Draco snorted (though somehow Draco can make even a snort sound aristocratic). "You said it was Professor Adams that took them?" Harry confirmed.

Creevey nodded.

"Then he definitely didn't burn them," Draco contributed. "They're probably hanging on the wall by his bed." Draco laughed.

Harry glared at his arch-nemesis (besides Voldemort, and maybe Snape, he supposed) and said, "It's not funny Malfoy! That pervert is invading all of the Gryffindor girls' privacy!"

Draco smirked. "Sounds pretty fucking hilarious to me."

Harry jumped up from his seat, reaching for his wand, and Draco did the same. Ginny beat them both, however. She pointed her wand at Malfoy. "Put it away, Malfoy." He growled but did as he was told. "You too, Harry!" Harry gave her a look, but put his wand back in his robes nonetheless.

"You." Draco looked at her as she continued. "You need to shut up. There are four other people in this room, not just you." She turned to Harry. "You need to chill. There's nothing we can do about the fact that some perverted old man has Colin's pictures. If Malfoy finds that funny, well, nothing you say is going to change his opinion. Now both of you sit down and shut the hell up!"

The boys both shuffled back to their desks and sat, pouting slightly.

The quiet didn't last long.

"While we're on the subject," Draco said, "What did Saint Potter do to land himself in such a lowly position such as detention anyway? Forget to shine his halo?"

Harry didn't even deign to face him as he replied, "Just shut your bloody mouth, Malfoy. You know absolutely nothing about me."

Ginny did turn, truly curious, to look at Malfoy, "What did you do?"

"Probably some chore for Daddy."

Malfoy glared at the Boy Wonder's back. "That's what you think, Potter? How 'bout giving us an example, then."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "I don't have any idea what your twisted father is thinking." He paused for a moment. "Now that I think of it, he must be pretty depressed, being surrounded by the Azkaban dementors all the time."

Malfoy didn't seem affected by Harry's pathetic barb. He ignored him and turned to Ginny. "If you must know, I'm here for thrashing a poor, defenseless seventh year." The sarcasm in his voice was evident.

"Really? What for?" Ginny's voice was still laden with genuine curiosity.

Malfoy looked at her suspiciously for a moment, but then he shrugged, "He was running his mouth and I didn't like some of the stuff he was saying. He's a prick anyway, he deserved it."

"Who was it?"

"Damon Flint."

"Oh. He is a prick."

Harry spun around, "But he's a Slytherin!"

Malfoy scoffed, "Never said he wasn't."

Harry was the one looking suspicious now. "Why would you fight with a Slytherin?"

"I already said," Malfoy was annoyed, "He was being a bloody jackass."

"But… he's a Slytherin!"

"What's your point, Potty?"

Colin shockingly interrupted, "I think he's just surprised that you would wail on someone from your own house."

"Well that's pretty bleeding screwed up." He turned back to Potter, "You never been annoyed with someone from your house?"

"Well, yeah… but I thought you Slytherins were all the same," Harry finally admitted.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Well, obviously not."

They all fell into silence once again.

"Is anyone else as hella bored as I am?"

Malfoy, naturally, was the first one to speak. Everyone ignored him.

No one noticed that he had pulled out his wand until the library doors suddenly shut.

"Open the door, Malfoy!"

"Shut up, Potter."

"Open the door!"

"Shut up, Potter!"

"Why don't you open the bloody door?"

"Why don't you, Ginger? Are you a witch or aren't you?"

"She doesn't know the spell, Malfoy; just open the door."

"You don't know that I don't know the spell!"

"Look, could you two just shut your Gryffindor mouths for once? I know what I'm doing."

"No you bloody well don't."

"Just shut the fuck up, Pothead!"

"DAMMIT!"

They stopped speaking as the voice of Professor Hines came, slightly muffled, through the thick door. The next second, he entered the library.

"Why are these doors closed?"

No one said anything. He looked to Colin. "Why are these doors closed?"

Colin glanced at Malfoy who just barely shook head in warning. "We were just sitting here, like we're supposed to."

Unfortunately, Professor Hines had seen the quick look. "Mr. Malfoy, give me your wand."

"Why?"

"Give me your wand!"

Draco spread his arms, "I didn't shut the doors! Just ask Weasley!" He didn't know if Ginny would lie for him, but he hoped she would.

"Well, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny hesitated for a millisecond, though her indecision did not show on her face. "I don't know how the doors closed, Professor. It wasn't Malfoy."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes slightly. "They just closed, sir."

Professor Hines still looked skeptical, but he dropped it. He walked to the door and attempted to prop it open.

He pointed towards Harry and gestured for him to come to the doors. "Harry Potter, get up here!"

As Harry left his seat, Draco said with false incredulity, "Why does Harry get to get up? If he gets up... we'll all get up... it'll be anarchy!" When everyone simply ignored him, he added, "It's out of my hands."

With Harry's help, Professor Hines attempted to drag over a nearby suit of armor to hold the heavy wooden doors open.

"That's very clever, sir," Draco piped up again. "But I don't believe the thin metal will be strong enough."

Harry and the professor let go of the suit of armor. With a resounding cacophony of clashes and bangs, the door closed, dismantling the armor and scattering the various components all over both the hallway and the library entrance.

"BUGGER! Potter, go sit back down!"

No matter what spell or physical object Professor Hines attempted, however, the doors closed every time.

"Eh, Tracey?" When the professor looked up red-faced, Malfoy said, "Excuse me—Professor? Have you considered that perhaps it was Peeves that shut the door?"

The professor's face clouded, "Peeves! Of course!" He left the room, only to stick his head back in a moment later, "No monkey business! Just because the doors are closed doesn't mean the rules don't still apply!" Then he disappeared into the halls once again.

When he was gone, Draco smiled. "Hey, thanks for backing me up, Potter. Never thought I'd see the day."

Harry scowled. "I only did it because I'm tired of watching the volume level of my voice okay? This day will be easier with the door closed."

Malfoy shrugged. "Not exactly a you're-welcome-Draco, but I'll take what I can get."

A/N: Okay, that's the first part! I've got more written, tell me what you think of the beginning, and I'll update in a couple of days. I included my favorite line from The Breakfast Club... I'm sure you know which one I'm talking about. ;-] R&R please!