Chapter 7: Detentions and Fighting.

"THIS WAS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT, POTTER!" I screamed across the Common Room.

"YOU'RE THE ONE THAT KNOCKED THE FUCKING CAULDRON OVER!" was his retort.

"ONLY BECAUSE YOU WERE TRYING TO RUIN OUR POTION!"

We had just received the Amortentia antidote from Slughorn. Needless to say, both of us were less than happy that we had just spent the last fifteen hours in love with each other and even more displeased when we received another detention on top of the one we both already had from McGonagall that night.

"I love to see my two favourite people hide their obvious burning passion for each other with all this useless fighting. Steer clear of my bed when you shag!" Luke popped up next to Potter, grinning.

"FUCK OFF, LUKE!" yelled Potter, his face contorted with rage that was not necessarily directed at his best friend.

"I'm just warning you, use protection. We don't want any mini Potters bouncing around too early!" the git persisted.

"I swear to Merlin, Luke. One more word and I will shove your broomstick so far up your arse that it will knock out your teeth" I said threateningly.

"She's a feisty one, Al! They're always the best in be –"

"Just go away. Please" Potter cut him off through gritted teeth.

"Fine. I'll leave" he said.

I glared at him dangerously.

"You two are skanks!" and with that, he departed up to the boys' dormitory.

Potter rounded on me. "Thanks to you, I have detention for a WEEK! I'm going to have to reschedule Quidditch practices."

"Of course Quidditch is the only thing you care about, Potter. You're just a selfish bastard" I spat.

Potter's eyes flashed and he opened his mouth to reply.

"Oh, don't you two fucking start again" warned Adele, who was sitting in an armchair.

We turned to stare at her, shocked. Adele never cursed! And I'd never heard her speak with so much venom.

"I am sick of hearing you two fight over nothing! It's been the same since First Year, don't you think it's time you grew the fuck up? Can't you look past your ginormous heads for three seconds to see that you might be wrong?"

There was something about the way Adele spoke that made me feel ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Addie" I said, using my old nickname for her. "He's just so fucking insufferable."

"I'm insufferable!" screeched Potter in outrage. "You're the one who acts like you're PMS ninety-nine percent of the time!"

Adele rolled her eyes.

That night after dinner, I made my way to Professor McGonagall's office for my detention. I groaned inwardly when I remembered Potter would be there too.

When I entered her office, Potter was already there. Professor McGonagall looked at me beadily as I took a seat in front of her desk.

"Tonight, Mr Filch has asked you two to polish the trophies in the Trophy Room. Without magic" she added, catching the look on my face.

Bloody Filch. I could barely remember a detention I'd had that didn't involve polishing those bloody trophies.

Potter and I walked along behind Professor McGonagall not looking at each other. We got to the Trophy Room and found that the cleaning supplies had been left out for us.

"I'll be back to check on you I two hours" Professor McGonagall informed us, before exiting the room.

I looked at the vast case of trophies and closed my eyes, willing them to disappear.

They didn't.

"Alright, Mclair" Potter sighed. "Get to work. Since you're Muggle-born, you'll be better at Muggle cleaning. I'm rubbish."

I clenched my jaw against the profanities that were threatening to spill out. "I don't think so, Potter. You're going to help me." I held a rag in front of his face, "Do you know what this is?"

Potter snorted. "Hilarious, Mclair, I'll take this half of the room, you take the other half."

"Fine" I said, grabbing a rag and a bottle of polish.

It was silent for a while as we polished the various trophies in the cabinets.

"Fuck!" cursed Potter, startling me. "There's polish in my eye!"

I sniggered.

"Think it's funny, do you, Mclair?" he growled.

"No" I smirked. "I think it's hysterical!"

Potter threw his bottle of polish at my head.

I hadn't been paying attention and I stumbled backwards to try and avoid it. My foot caught on my over-long robe and I was sent flying backwards into the trophy cabinet.

I could feel the hot stickiness of blood trickling down my arm. Potter was doubled over with laughter.

"Shut up, Potter" I yelled at him.

He continued to laugh, not paying me the slightest bit of attention.

So I jinxed him.

"Rictusempra" I bellowed.

"Bitch" he spat, dodging out of the way just in time. "Don't have the guts to jinx me when I'm paying attention, Mclair?"

I closed my eyes, seething. It was like all the anger I had accumulated over the years for Albus Potter was being released in this short period of time.

"I am so fucking sick of you thinking you can do and say whatever you want just because your daddy's famous. You know what? You're just a stupid, attention seeking WHORE! It's about time you learned some respect."

Potter drew his wand so fast I barely had time to react. "Densaugeo!" he cried.

I deflected it with a flick of my wand and laughed because I knew it would incense him. "You'll have to try harder than that, Potter."

"Furnunculus!" he shouted. I was too slow to deflect it this time, so I leapt out of the way and it hit the wall behind me, creating a large hole.

"Langlock!" I shouted. He was too quick for me though, and deflected it.

"Tarantallegra!" Potter bellowed. I was too slow this time and my legs started jerking uncontrollably.

"Waddiwasi!" I screamed and sent Potter flying through the air. He hit a wall and slumped on to the floor, apparently in a daze.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Professor McGonagall came hurtling through, apparently beside herself with fury. "POTTER! MCLAIR!" she shrieked. "Look at this! What have you –? Never, in all my years at Hogwarts – how dare you –" she seemed unable to complete any of her sentences.

She quickly muttered the counter-curse and my legs stopped jerking and she force Potter to his feet. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, and a month's detention for each of you! You will clean up this mess right now! I cannot believe you are exhibiting such behaviour! Apparently I have to babysit two seventeen year olds all night…"

She yelled herself hoarse while we cleaned the Trophy Room. It was past midnight when we finally made it back up to Gryffindor Tower.

"Nice going, Mclair. Landing me in detention for a whole moth" Potter muttered as we climbed through the portrait hole.

"Oh, of course, because it was my fault" I said sarcastically.

"Yes it was, Mclair. I'm glad you're learning."

"As I recall it, you're the one that threw a bottle at my head" I snapped.

"Maybe if you weren't so bitchy all the time, I wouldn't have to!" he yelled.

"Oh, here we go" said Izzy. Our friends were all still awake, apparently doing homework by the fire.

"And it was peaceful in here, too" groaned Luke.

"Will you two just give it a rest? Please?" asked Alfie.

"This prat decided to be an idiot again and landed me in detention for a whole month!" I said indignantly.

"It's not like you have a life, Mclair" scoffed Potter. "I have to work on Quidditch plays! How do you expect me to do that when I'm stuck in detention for the next month?"

I laughed in his face. "And you call that having a life, do you Potter? You should have thought of that before."

"Well, if you weren't such a righteous little bitch –"

I cut him off. "Sod off, you ignorant wanker. You start shit all the time, regardless of whether I'm being a bitch or not."

"So you admit you're a bitch?" Potter asked.

"I'm only bitchy to you because you're a complete fuckwit" I snarled.

"That's enough, guys" Dom said, jumping in between us. "Al, you're my cousin and Liv, you're my best friend, but I swear to Merlin, if either of you says another word, I will hex you into oblivion."

I sighed and nodded, sitting on the rug beside Alfie.

"I think it's about time the both of you learned some maturity" Dom muttered, returning to her essay.

There was something so unusual about Dom telling anyone off for lack of maturity that made me feel ashamed in a way no one else could have.

A/N: This chapter took a bit longer than I thought it would to get out. I'm sorry for the wait, but I'm back at school now so I don't have as much time to write.

I'm not the happiest with this chapter, but I suppose it could be worse.

Anyway, enough about that. HOW GOOD WAS THE LAST MOVIE? I thought it was amazing. I was literally crying from when the Warner Bros. sign came up. Seriously, I have never cried that much in one movie.

I thought Alan Rickman was incredible. AND PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL!

I'll stop now, before this Authors Note gets longer than the chapter.

Please review. They make me smile :)

Love, Ellie.