Pineapples are not meant to fly. Not even to pelt Slytherins in the head during lunch, just because they're Slytherins. That was me and James. But technically, that was Albus' fault too, since he got me the first one.

"Here, James," I said as I handed him the last two pineapples I could gather from our table. James had tried to convince me to get the ones from the Hufflepuff table, but I'm not that stupid. Then it would have definitely looked like something was up. James gathering all the fruit from our table was not rare. He usually made some kind of concoction with them later. Like that one time when he spiked some apple cider for the Ravenclaws and didn't tell them... I'm getting off track.

"Come on, Nikki, get Hufflepuff's," he whined.

"No, James! Are you nutters? We have enough."

"We only have 18!"

"James, that is plenty! I only want to get Albus!" Hell, all we need is like, three, in case he managed to dodge a couple!" I whispered harshly.

Stupidly, I glanced at the Slytherin table. Albus caught my eye and gave me the "I'm on to you two" look that I had become great friends with. Also known as the "Ginny" look, because she does the same thing when she's suspicious. That look got passed on to Lily too. James doesn't have that look. Maybe it's because he's too thick to suspect anything half the time. Like when he didn't realize Albus was following less than a foot behind him to shove snow down his pants... Sorry, I'm getting off track again. I do that alot. But from that look I was getting, I was wondering if James was right about 18 not being enough.

"James, he's on to us," I muttered, trying to keep my mouth closed as much as possible.

"He's always on to us, because we're always plotting against him. He's not stupid; he knows I only gather things for mischief. But I bet he doesn't know exaclty why we're gathering them. He'll never see this coming," he grinned.

"I don't know, James. He looks pretty aware of what's going on, he knows I'm pissed at him," I snuck a glance over James' shoulder, "and he's glaring at us. This is never going to work."

"Nik, you always say that, and guess what? It always works."

"It better, or it will be a detention that didn't have a good purpose," I groaned.

"Nikki, I swear to you, it'll be worth the detention," He smirked.

"I'm holding you to that Potter," I huffed as I crossed my arms.

"Is he still watching?"

"No."

He muttered a few words I didn't catch as he pointed his wand at the group of pineapples.

"Ready for this feat of magnificence?" he smiled.

"Let's get this detention assigned," I smirked.

And they were off. All eighteen in one shot, going about 20kpm. There was no way Albus could dodge them all. And in fact, James was right. The look of horror on his face was priceless, even though it was only about five seconds before the pineapples came in contact with about 13 Slytherins. James and I were laughing so hard we had fallen off of our benches, holding our sides in hysterics.

Even when my best friend Sluggy came over to us and cleared his throat to get our attention, I was laughing so hard I couldn't see him through my tear-filled eyes.

"Miss Scott, that's twice is one day you assaulted someone in my house. Except this time you got quite a few more. Double detention tonight. And Mr. Potter, you will join her at 9 p.m."

When we finally made it back in our seats, you could practically see the steam coming out of Albus' ears, he was so livid. I snuck a glance at the teachers to see why someone else hadn't punished us, only to see most of the Professors were trying to hide their smiles. Good old Minerva was actually stifling giggles. For once our pranks had made teachers laugh.

"Look at that Nik, we actually got Minny the monster laughing," he chuckled.

"You were right, James, that was so worth it," I giggled as I high-fived him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that first part. What did you say?"

"I said you were right."

"That's what I thought," he grinned triumphantly.

"What did you do?!" Rose screamed as she came over to us with a pineapple mush covered Scorpius. Serves him right, stupid Slytherin.

"Blame Albus. It's his fault that happened," James said sternly.

"Then why in Merlin's name did you have to hit all of us!" Scorpius growled.

"Because you're a Slytherin, that's why."

Ah, the classic James line. That's the same thing he said any time a Slytherin questioned one of his pranks against them.

"Stupid!" Rose yelled as she smacked him in the back of the head and walked out of the hall, dragging Scorpius with her.

I hate Malfoys.

"I love that she can't tell my mum or dad what I did, because they wouldn't care. They'd laugh as hard as we did."

"Yeah," I piped up, "Until she told them you hit Albus too."

"Ugh, good point," he said as he dropped his head into his hands, "Dad's gonna kill me."

"Oh, I thought it was gonna be worth it, Potter?" I smirked.

"I said the detention was going to be worth it. The punishment that will fall on me from my parents for hitting precious little goody-two shoes Albus? Not so much. Hell hath no fury like that of my mum. I have learned that well. Why do I always forget my parents are going to find out!?"

"Because you're too wrapped up in the moment."

He mumbled something incoherent and slammed his head on the table.

XXX

My first half of detention went by without a single incident. Which is probably because Albus was way on the other side of the room, not talking to me. Seriously, they were just pineapples. It's not like it was wine, or something that might stain. Jeez. Anywho, I had to write lines from 7-9. "I will not hit my partner with my wand, it is unsafe." I will never forget that sentence long as I live, seeing as I had to write it fifty billion freaking times. Okay maybe I over-exaggerated a tad, but still, I ended up with like, seven parchments! That is so unorthodox. No wonder Sluggy's not married. I bet if he had kids, they would run away and join the circus. Or a gypsy caravan. Yeah, being on a gypsy caravan sounds much more charming than even being slightly related to Horace.

Thankfully, he's not a total prat, and he let me stretch my legs while we waited for James to come and take Albus' place. And guess what Albus' did the whole time I was walking around the room? Glared daggers at me. In all seriousness, if looks could kill, I would have been dead fifty-seven times over. I counted.

Finally James walked in. Albus shoved out of his seat and shouldered his brother roughly.

"Wonder what his problem is?" James chuckled.

"Not the slightest idea," I grinned back.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Scott, takes your seats now."

We both sighed heavily as we slunk into seats next to each other.

"No huffing. You two got yourselves into this mess. Lines, please," he said as he set the parchments on the table and walked to his desk.

"No huffing. Blah blah blah bloody blah," James mocked.

"Silence, please," Slughorn snapped.

"Bossy old crankpot," James muttered under his breath.

I snickered and started my lines.

"Whatcha doin?" James said around 8:30.

"James, I have been doing the same thing as you for an hour and a half."

"But it's so boring," he said as he poked me with his quill.

"James we only have thirty bloody minutes left, stop poking me."

"Fine."

Not even five minutes later, he was at it again. This time, he decided to draw on me.

"What are you doing!" I whispered as I tore my arm away.

"Drawing, what's it look like? Now, give it back," he said as he tugged my arm back into place.

I let him go and didn't dare look at what he was drawing. I was scared already.

Finally detention was over.

"You know Potter," I started as I slammed my quill on the table and piled my parchments up, "Ink doesn't come out for days."

"I know that," he smirked.

Merlin, James Potter is hot when he smirks.

Ew. Snap out of it Nikki. This is James bloody Potter you're thinking about. He is not hot.

Except when he smirks. Or grins. Or smiles. Or is angry. Or anytime at all.

Crap.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and brought my lines up to Sluggy McSluggins.

"Thank you Miss Scott. And you may want to wash your arm," he said quietly.

"Yeah, I know. Thank you Professor."

"Goodnight, Sir." James said as he dropped off his lines, grinned widely at me, and rushed out of the room like he did something wrong.

I fearfully looked at my arm, and sure enough, he had done something wrong. Because written across my forearm in huge elaborate writing were four words.

"Property of James Potter."

I'll kill him.