A/N: Thank you Pattra for the idea! I have to give her the credit of this
idea! This is going to be an interesting chapter, all!
Detention.. 9:00 p.m
Harry trudged out to Professor Flitwick's office with Hermione, Ron, and Neville. Professor Flitwick looked at all of them with plain amusement.
"Have fun in detention. You get to clean this classroom out so I can see myself shining in the dirtiest spot. No magic allowed." He pointed towards the many mops, brooms, and feather dusters piled by his desk. "I expect you to be done in two hours. Good luck." He left the room triumphantly.
"Bloody hell," Ron whispered. "Professor Flitwick must've sent a pair of Pixies in here! It's a mess!" Indeed it was. Hermione heaved a sigh.
"I guess we better start." They all grabbed a cleaning device and began to work. After about 15 minutes, Harry grew very bored. Ron wasn't used to this, he kept on asking when he should dip his mop in the pail and Hermione and him grew very annoyed with it.
"What's this?" Ron suddenly asked, picking up a feather duster and sniffing it as if it was dangerous. "This is definitely odd."
Hermione gave a grunt of frustration and picked up her pail of water, starting towards Ron. Harry snorted as he saw what she was going to do.
"What is it, Harry?" Ron turned towards Harry, exactly opposite where Hermione was coming. "You would know.. What are you snorting about? Harry?"
"STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!" screamed Hermione, and emptied her pail that was full of soapy hot water on Ron's head. Neville and Harry collapsed with laughter.
"I just wanted to know what it was." Said Ron in a small voice. He was dripping with water, holding the soggy feather duster in his hand. His voice was full of mock hurt ness. Harry saw through it, but obviously Hermione didn't.
"Aw, I'm sorry Ron!" cried Hermione and threw her arms around him. Ron's face grew evil and he withdrew, then picked up his pail and before Hermione could move away, he dumped it on her. She shrieked.
With a roar Harry and Neville grabbed their pails and poured them on each other. For a moment it was silent. No one moved. The four dripping Gryffindor's stared at each other, and then raced to the corner of the room for more cleaning weapons. Ron seized another pail of water, another feather duster, and a broom.
"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!" bellowed Neville and they all began to fight with their weapons. Harry dipped his mop in Hermione's pail, she yelled loudly and began to slap Harry with her broom. Harry yowled in pain and thrashed Hermione across the face with his mop. The two fought against each other while Neville and Ron fought-wait for it- feather duster against feather duster!
"Take that!" Ron exclaimed thrusting his feather duster in Neville's face. The four of them made such a loud racket that Professor Flitwick came bursting in. He looked at the four in dismay.
"What have you been doing?" he squealed. Then he glanced around the sparkling Charms class. The fighting must have made it all clean! "Wow! You've really done it. I'm amazed. You. may. go." He finished and left quickly.
"That.. was.. fun.." Harry said and the other three Gryffindor's laughed.
"It was." Agreed Hermione. As they left, Hermione muttered, "Watch out, all, I need to get you all back."
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A/N: Uh-oh! What does clever Hermione have up her sleeve? You'll have to wait for the next chapter. bwaha! Now, review!
Detention.. 9:00 p.m
Harry trudged out to Professor Flitwick's office with Hermione, Ron, and Neville. Professor Flitwick looked at all of them with plain amusement.
"Have fun in detention. You get to clean this classroom out so I can see myself shining in the dirtiest spot. No magic allowed." He pointed towards the many mops, brooms, and feather dusters piled by his desk. "I expect you to be done in two hours. Good luck." He left the room triumphantly.
"Bloody hell," Ron whispered. "Professor Flitwick must've sent a pair of Pixies in here! It's a mess!" Indeed it was. Hermione heaved a sigh.
"I guess we better start." They all grabbed a cleaning device and began to work. After about 15 minutes, Harry grew very bored. Ron wasn't used to this, he kept on asking when he should dip his mop in the pail and Hermione and him grew very annoyed with it.
"What's this?" Ron suddenly asked, picking up a feather duster and sniffing it as if it was dangerous. "This is definitely odd."
Hermione gave a grunt of frustration and picked up her pail of water, starting towards Ron. Harry snorted as he saw what she was going to do.
"What is it, Harry?" Ron turned towards Harry, exactly opposite where Hermione was coming. "You would know.. What are you snorting about? Harry?"
"STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!" screamed Hermione, and emptied her pail that was full of soapy hot water on Ron's head. Neville and Harry collapsed with laughter.
"I just wanted to know what it was." Said Ron in a small voice. He was dripping with water, holding the soggy feather duster in his hand. His voice was full of mock hurt ness. Harry saw through it, but obviously Hermione didn't.
"Aw, I'm sorry Ron!" cried Hermione and threw her arms around him. Ron's face grew evil and he withdrew, then picked up his pail and before Hermione could move away, he dumped it on her. She shrieked.
With a roar Harry and Neville grabbed their pails and poured them on each other. For a moment it was silent. No one moved. The four dripping Gryffindor's stared at each other, and then raced to the corner of the room for more cleaning weapons. Ron seized another pail of water, another feather duster, and a broom.
"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!" bellowed Neville and they all began to fight with their weapons. Harry dipped his mop in Hermione's pail, she yelled loudly and began to slap Harry with her broom. Harry yowled in pain and thrashed Hermione across the face with his mop. The two fought against each other while Neville and Ron fought-wait for it- feather duster against feather duster!
"Take that!" Ron exclaimed thrusting his feather duster in Neville's face. The four of them made such a loud racket that Professor Flitwick came bursting in. He looked at the four in dismay.
"What have you been doing?" he squealed. Then he glanced around the sparkling Charms class. The fighting must have made it all clean! "Wow! You've really done it. I'm amazed. You. may. go." He finished and left quickly.
"That.. was.. fun.." Harry said and the other three Gryffindor's laughed.
"It was." Agreed Hermione. As they left, Hermione muttered, "Watch out, all, I need to get you all back."
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A/N: Uh-oh! What does clever Hermione have up her sleeve? You'll have to wait for the next chapter. bwaha! Now, review!