"DETENTION!" The word was still ringing in Hermiones ears as she left the great hall after breakfast. "I still can't believe he put us into detention! I am never EVER doing another stupid errand for Hagrid. This is all your fault Harry! You just HAD to insist we get that book!" Hermione complained. "I'M SORRY, OK Hermione!!! I never expected that SNAPE would see us!" Harry shouted. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been caught in the restricted section of the library very late last night. They had been looking for a book entitled How to Take Care of Skrewts Without Actually Going Near Them for Hagrid, and, most unfortunately, ran into Snape while returning to the tower. "Well, I dunno. Maybe it won't be that bad. Maybe we'll just have to clean up his room or something." Ron said, trying to sound optimistic. It wasn't working. "Ron, has it processed through your head that SNAPE gave us detention?! Even if he is only going to make us clean his room, he's probably going to make us do it with our TONGUES!" Hermione screamed. "Yum." Ron said.

3 classes and a lunch later, Harry finally made it through potions, his last class of the day. But just as he was about to leave, he heard a very familiar voice. "ME? Your giving ME detention, professor?! But…" Snape interrupted the stranger. "No If, ands, or BUTS about it, Mr. Malfoy. You are to be present here at 10:00 PM sharp. Any later, Draco, and I will be forced to take away…" Snape looked around nervously, as if someone may be listening (his snake eyes just missing Harry by an inch), then continued… "…your alcohol privileges." 'So he DOES have special privileges' thought Harry, before cueing back in on their conversation. "What you did was very wrong, Mr. Malfoy. I am more than disappointed in your behavior." Draco sneered. "Whatever… listen, maybe you can you tell me, by any chance, who else is going to be there?" Snape nodded and started counting off his fingers. "Well so far, there is Fred and George Weasley (Draco made a disgusted face), Ginny Weasley (Draco made an even more disgusted face)….ah yes, and I almost forgot: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley." Harry was sure that Draco was going to throw up. "POTTY, MUDBLOOD, AND WEASEL? Your putting me in detention with THEM?!" Harry was about to beat the shit out of Malfoy when he remembered that he really wasn't supposed to hear that. "Yes, I feel your pain Draco, but it had to be done…well, this conversation has gone well over its limit. And I must get back to my work. Your dismissed."

"I'M NOT GOING! It could take hours to do whatever Snape has up his sleeve! We could be stuck with Malfoy for the whole night, for all we know!" Hermione shouted. Ron was still punching the pillow, although there really was no pillow left to punch. "I know Hermione, but look at the bright side: He's going to have to do as much work as us. He probably won't have time to shoot nasty comment at us." Harry said, sounding optimistic. When Ron was finally done punching the pillow, and had cooled off, he started talking again. "Malfoy must have really done something to have Snape give him a detention. Did you hear what it was, Harry?" Harry squinted his eyes as if trying to look back into the past. "All I heard was Snape was disappointed in Malfoy. Probably for beating up a first year or something." Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement. Hermione looked at the clock. "Well, we have about an hour left until we have to go to the dungeon, so I say we work on some homework till then."

An hour had come and gone, and before they knew it, they were inside of Snape's classroom. "Ah, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, and of course, Mr. Weasel….oh I'm sorry, I mean Weasley." Snape snorted at his last comment. Ron gave him a look of pure loathing. "Now that we are all here, I will explain your tasks that you are to complete tonight. You are to clean my entire classroom. No wands aloud. I would like the floors scrubbed, and the shelves dusted. If I find ONE speck of dirt, I will be forced to assign detention to ALL of you for the rest of the week. So what are you waiting for? You only have 4 hours." And with that, Snape trotted off, looking satisfied with his self. Little did the cleaning crew know what those 4 hours were going to lead to.