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The next few days dragged by. James was getting very distracted in each of his classes because everywhere he turned, at least one group of people were staring at him or whispering in groups about the Quidditch match the other day. One day, on his way to Herbology, John Fox came waltzing up to James and Albus just outside the courtyard.

"Potter! Watch out! Yaxley's behind you!" he said in a mocking tone.

"Is that really the best you've got?" Albus shot at him. "Surely I would've expected that you'd have spent hours trying to think of a cleverer tease, since you seem to love mocking people who could really care less."

"Shut up, pothead." John shot. Albus and James just rolled their eyes.

"What's going on?" Came a voice from further away. "John! Leave them alone!" Andrea Garusso walked up to them. "Tormenting a third and first year? That's real brave. Go get a life!" she snapped at him. He just glared at her.

John and his groupies turned and started walking away.

"You know, Potter, your daddy isn't always going to be there to rescue you." he said in a babyish voice, and walked into the castle.

"Ignore them." Albus said. Andrea turned to them.

"Sorry. I swear I would've let you pound the life out of him, but we can't risk anything. All we need is for someone to have a detention on the day of a practice or game..." she trailed off.

"That's okay. And thanks." James murmured.

"Don't listen to them. They're jerks." She added. "They're also just jealous that we beat them." She reassured him, then walked away.

"Wow, they obviously have some matters to sort out." Albus joked as they continued to walk to the greenhouses.

"That's right! She told the team she dated that git last year! I feel bad for her." James chuckled. "Albus, don't you have potions? Why are you going to the greenhouses?"

"Professor Finch-Fletchey told us to meet in the greenhouses today. We need to collect a few supplies for a Boil-Cure Potion we are going to begin."

"Sounds fun." James kidded. He and Albus parted into separate greenhouses.

"Everyone, stand in front of a pot!" Professor Sprout was calling. James found an empty pot right next to Katelyn.

"Hi James! How are you?" She greeted him as he told her about his encounter with John.

"That jerk!" She reacted. By now, everyone was in the greenhouse and Professor Sprout was shushing the class.

"In front of you is a pot filled with soil, in which you will be planting one if these." She began the lesson, holding a pink pod in her hand. "Does anyone know what this is?" Katelyn's hand was the only one to be raised. "Yes, Ms. Longbottom?"

"That's a puffapod!" She answered.

"You are correct! These contain very small seeds, that if dropped, burst into beautiful pink flowers." She trailed on, but James was only half-listening.

"I thought your dad was supposed to teach Herbology this year!" He whispered to Katelyn. "Professor Sprout is so boring; Mr. Longbottom was a brilliant teacher!"

"He was supposed to. From what he's told me, he was asked to change to Defense Against the Dark Arts right when we arrived at Hogwarts this year. He was reluctant towards it, but in the end accepted. I think now it was so that he and your dad can work together-"

"Is there something you would like to share with the class, Ms. Longbottom and Mr. Potter?" Their conversation was interrupted by Professor Sprout. "Surely it must be more important than this lesson." Katelyn's face began to flush.

"Oh no, you can go on." James chuckled. Professor Sprout eyed him suspiciously, but began to speak again.

"How do you do that?" She giggled quietly.

"Well when you get into trouble as much as I do, the smaller things seem to slide." He whispered. "By the way, Al and I are having tea for my birthday at Hagrid's this Saturday. Care to join?"

"Sure, I would love too!"

"This Is the second time, Ms. Longbottom! This behavior is expected from Potter, but never you! 10 points from Gryffindor, and each of you will serve a detention this Wednesday!" Professor Sprout snapped across the room.

"But there's Quidditch practice!" James shot back.

"Then you should have thought about that before interrupting my class!"

"Fine." James grunted. "Sorry."

"What? James! How are we supposed to practice without our captain?" Rose reacted when he told her about the detention, later that day in the common room.

"Would you calm down? I'll just ask Andrea. She's been on the team just as long as I have."

"Hah! Good luck with that! She told you today not to get into any trouble!" Albus interrupted.

"Then I'll cancel practice if it's that much of a problem!" James snapped. This got Rose and Albus to stop nagging him.

"I wonder what we'll have to do! This is my first detention… It feels a little strange, breaking the rules!" Katelyn giggled in the corner.

"Yeah, what a rebel. I'm sure you can be sent to Azkaban for talking in class." He joked, winking at her. Everyone sat around a large round table in the common room, laughing and studying, until it was time for dinner and they made their way to the Great Hall. Plenty of students still shot curious glances at James, but he didn't care now. He was in too much of a good mood. When they say at the table, they noticed Harry and Ron eating with the staff at the great long table on the stage.

"Attention, students!" the sharp voice of Professor McGonagall, who was now at the podium, echoed through the hall. Everyone turned and looked at her. "In case you haven't noticed, Mr. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley have arrived to hold an extra-curricular class here at Hogwarts. It is strictly for students in their third year and higher. The purpose of this club is to teach about fighting strategies, and teach dueling methods. Join at your own extent; this will not be an excuse for late assignments. Sign up in your Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. You may resume eating!"

James dug into his food. He barely took a break between each bite.

"Would you slow down? You eat just like my father!" Rose giggled. "So that's why they came! It makes sense, now!"

"Maybe they can help our Quidditch team!" James said through a mouthful of food.

"Then they'd have to help every team." Albus pointed out.

"Well, I'm fine with that! Ravenclaw needs all the help they can get. Especially since we play against you next…" Aldrin, Albus's friend in the Ravenclaw house, exclaimed.

Albus, Rose and James finished their breakfast and made their way to the Quidditch pitch.

As everyone began mounting their brooms, James called to the team, "Listen, everyone! I am very sorry, but I can't make the practice on Wednesday night."

"Merlin, what did you do this time?" Olivia Ellens interrupted.

"Professor Sprout found it appropriate to give me a detention for talking in class." He continued. "So, uh, Andrea? Would you mind taking over that night?"

"I suppose I have to." She replied, raising her eyebrows.

"Great! So let's begin."

Before he knew it, it was Wednesday and he and Katelyn were walking to Professor Sprout's greenhouse together.

"I expect you to water each of these Fanged Geraniums. Make sure you keep yours hands high enough above them, otherwise they'll bite. And believe me, you don't want to end up in the hospital wing with one of these bites. After, you need to cut some gillyweed for Professor Finch-Fletchey. You have one hour." Sprout instructed, and stormed out of the room.

"This can't be that hard!" James assumed, but he was wrong. Not even five minutes into the detention, he had nearly lost a thumb three times and got his glove ripped right out of his hand by an especially vicious Geranium. Katelyn, however seemed to be doing just fine.

"This isn't fair, you have Herbology in your genes!" James kidded. All she did was giggle.

Thanks to Katelyn's green thumb, they finished tending to the Fanged Geraniums with another 30 minutes left to trim the Gillyweed. Though the task seemed easy at first, it was just as hard. The slippery, slimy plant kept slipping form James and Katelyn's grasps, and when they did have a good grip on it, the tentacles were too thick to cut with the small shears they were supplied with.

"This is impossible!" Katelyn moaned.

"Maybe we can sneak out and find your dad; We have another fifteen minutes! I can get the map and avoid everyone…" James suggested.

"And what if we get caught? We'd have to do this again!" She snapped.

They worked another 5 minutes in silence, getting more frustrated by the second.

"Katelyn… Didn't you bring your books? Can I see your copy of Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean?"

"Right…" She said, rummaging through her bag and tossing the old, thick book at him.

James skipped to the index, scanned the letter G, and flipped to page 281, where a small picture of the strange plant was at the top of the page, and underneath was the heading of Gillyweed: Maintaining and Harvesting. He began reading aloud: "'Gillyweed is a special plant that allows it's consumer to sprout gills and swim underwater with ease for approximately 1 hour in salt water. Such cases are unsure in fresh water' Well, we know the answer to the fresh water part now; Dad used it. 'In order to harvest Gillyweed, simply use the diffindo charm and cut it's stems off.' That's all! Great! Diffindo!" And with great ease, the tentacle of plant fell into Katelyn's hand. They took turns cutting, and by the time they finished, they had 10 minutes until Professor Sprout came back. They decided to take a seat on a bag of soil in the corner by the door.

"That was a handful." James sighed.

"Remind me never to get in trouble again." Katelyn murmured. "This was such a waste of time!"

"Right? It's better than studying!" James laughed, causing Katelyn shoot a disapproving glance at him.

"You are mental, I swear." She giggled.

"I'm not, I just like to have fun, that's all!" He defended. There was another awkward silence. James looked up from his feet, and noticed she was staring straight at him. All he did was stare back, looking deeply into her eyes. And very swiftly, she pulled him into a soft kiss.

It was the greatest moment of his life. All he could focus on was this moment. Seconds or minutes may have passed, he wouldn't know, until BANG! The greenhouse door swung open, and Professor Sprout was standing there in the doorway, but she wasn't alone. Behind her were none other than Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom. He felt his whole face flush, and from a sideways glance, saw that Katelyn's eyes were wide.

"OUT! GET OUT!" Professor Sprout shouted, but he didn't need any orders. He hopped onto his feet, looking at the ground, and he and Katelyn scurried out of the greenhouse.