Chapter 5: A little place called hell...
A/N: Here's another glorious chapter! *angels sing* Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yak, yak, yak. We all know this so why do I bother? Don't even think about sueing; I have no cash so you'll be taking my clothes... ~~~
Walking behind Snape, I pondered this whole situation. It really wasn't funny, yet I was laughing inside. Ginny and I caught in a broom closet?
Ha! As if!
The halls were strangely glum and I wondered why I'd never noticed it before. Ginny was walking ahead of me, fixing her hair.
Snape was silent. Probably thinking of the many ways to torture us. I wouldn't be surprised if he had found some way of expelling us. You can't expel someone for that, can you?
I shrugged. I was pretty sure he couldn't do anything really bad; maybe turn me into a moose? But certainly not expel. No, no I'm sure of it.
The dungeons were the usual hellhole they always were. Dark, miserable, hellish. Yep, good ol' dungeons.
We walked into Snape's office. I tried hard not to look at all the awful things he had in jars on the shelf behind his desk. I shuddered.
"Sit," Snape ordered. We sat.
"You do realize what you were doing was unacceptable, do you not?" Snape said, connecting his fingers and glaring at me in particular.
No? Really? Unacceptable? I never would have thought it!
"Yes sir," I muttered. Ginny was still in a state of shock. I wasn't sure she was still living; maybe she was only a walking corpse. Whatever.
"Therefore, I see it fitting to give you both a detention." Snape finished.
I was thinking he would be a snotball and do that.
"Yes sir," I said again.
"You will receive detention tonight with Longbottom. My office, six o'clock. Leave." Snape looked uninterested in us. He pointed with one long finger toward the door.
I stood and dragged Ginny up. She was still silent.
As we left the office I felt strangely calm towards Ginny. Sure, I wanted to kill her, but due to what had just happened, I think I was faring well not reaching into my pocket, pulling out my wand and hexing her. I should have been applauded for my lack of hexing.
As we left the dungeons and headed for the Great Hall, I heard Ginny start to mutter bits of "Son of a..." and "He can take his mother to..." and realized Ginny was indeed alive.
Oh joy!
"Well?" I asked crabbily. "Are you happy now?"
"Me?!" Ginny shouted. "You're the one who locked us in that damn closet!"
It's always my fault, isn't it?
I wanted to give her a piece of my mind and tell her just where she could go but decided against it. We were supposed to be together on this.
"What do we do now?" I asked the great brains of the operation.
"Go to detention."
Duh! I never thought of that!
Ron and Hermione weren't at Lunch. I didn't see them anywhere. As I walked back to the Common Room with Ginny
I found her in a rather sudden state of giggles.
"What?" I said now very annoyed. I understood now what Oliver Wood always went through with Angelina, Alica, and Katie.
"I bet I know what they're doing," Ginny said in a sing-song voice.
I didn't feel like hearing that. Not now, not ever.
We walked on in silence. Inside the Common Room were many annoying first years who decided to ask me the usual billion questions for the day. I hate bloody first years. Slimy, stupid, annoying gits....
Six o'clock came all to soon for my liking. It was time to go to that special place we affectionately call hell. Ah, the dungeons. What a magnificently crappy area of Hogwarts.
Ginny and I walked on in total silence. I was too tired to talk. The injustice of it all was sickening. Snape is such a snotball. Why can't he leave two people alone to pretend to snog? What is this world coming to?
As we approached Snape's office door, I eyed the doorknob suspiciously. I wasn't all together sure that doorknob wouldn't change into parahna and bite my hand off. I'd expect something like that from Snape.
Needless to say, the door did not turn into a parona. Close call.
I spied Neville at once. He was sitting in a chair, hunching over as much as he could. Maybe he was afraid Snape would breath on him. I'd be afraid of that too.
Snape looked up at us and sneered. The usual warm welcome.
"How nice of the famous Harry Potter and his little girlfriend to join us," Snape growled. The torture clock was ticking, and I was surprised to find that Snape had managed to piss me off within three seconds of our arrival. World record, I think.
"Potter, you and Longbottom will be scrubbing the floor in the classroom next door. It seems Longbottom managed to blacken the floor during our last lesson with his potion. Gone wrong, as usual. Ms. Weasley, you will be labeling these jars." Snape pointed to a collection of unlabeled jars. "Now start working. I'll tell you when you may leave."
Yes, Master.
I left with Neville, making sure to grab a rag as I went. When we reached the classroom, I threw myself onto the blankened floor and picked up a rag.
"So," was the first word I heard Neville utter. I looked around at him and he grinned. "You were caught in that closet that won't open with Ginny?"
Word travels fast these days.
"Maybe," I said irritably. "It always happens to me."
Neville grinned at me again as if he knew something I didn't. I doubt it.
"I made the same mistake," he said.
Never mind.
"Oh," I said, surprised. I was genuinely shocked. Neville? With a girl in a...broom closet? "When?"
"Last year," he said simply. I felt my jaw drop to the blackened floor but I didn't realize it until I started drooling on my hand.
"L-last year?" I stuttered. This was impossible. I refused to believe this!
"At the Yule Ball," Neville said, nodding. "Had to wait until Dean let us out of the closet. I could barely breath in that blasted closet and she wasn't helping it by doing all that...."
I wasn't really listening to Neville anymore. I felt like my heart had suddenly stopped. Yule Ball? If I remembered correctly, he went with Ginny...
"Who were you with?" I said slowly. I took a deep breath and waited. Neville looked confused for a moment and then he smiled again.
"Can't tell you that, mate," Neville said, tapping the side of his nose. I looked at him, now quite aghast. This was all a dream, none of this was real. Neville doesn't go and do - anything - with girls. Ever.
"What I don't get," Neville said, ignoring my shocked face, "Is why you still pulled that stunt when Ron and Hermione just got caught earlier that day."
Did I hear him right? R-ron and Hermione...caught...for...
"Huh?" I asked.
"I would have thought they would have warned you that's all," Neville said, shrugging. "They were serving detention earlier during lunch."
Isn't this a small world?
I pretended I had known this all along. No sense acting the fool. I had already done that once today. Once was my limit.
The time seemed to pass unusually fast for a detention in hell. Odd how these things happen.
As we were let out of detention, I filled Ginny in on what happened, while Neville walked ahead of us. She seemed fairly un-surprised.
"I thought so," she said. She thought too much.
"Well, what now?" I asked. Ginny pulled her hair out of its ponytail and shook it. Her hair really was beautiful. I can't believe I had never realized how beautiful Ginny was. Whoa...
"I think that maybe." Ginny paused and ran a hand through her flaming hair, as I had so often seen Ron do. "Maybe we should..er.."
She paused for a moment and I continued staring at her. She was gorgeous. Wow. Oh my God wow....
"Okay, I've got it," Ginny said, flashing me a lovely smile. This is when my brain kicked in for the first time during this whole monkey shine.
"No," I said, stopping Ginny from talking. "I've got a better plan."
Ginny looked at me as if she highly doubted whether I could have a better plan than her.
"What?" she chirped. I smiled and stepped closer to her. She took a sudden alarmed step away from me and my grin widened.
"We're playing it my way," I said, pushing my glasses up my nose. "Starting tomorrow, we're playing it seductive."
Ginny's eyes widen considerably. She looked very alarmed at my declaration but I could swear her eyes lit up slightly.
Tomorrow at breakfast, I told myself, I would show all the Weasley's who's the boss.
A/N: Well?! What do you think guys? Good? Review and do tell.
A/N: Here's another glorious chapter! *angels sing* Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yak, yak, yak. We all know this so why do I bother? Don't even think about sueing; I have no cash so you'll be taking my clothes... ~~~
Walking behind Snape, I pondered this whole situation. It really wasn't funny, yet I was laughing inside. Ginny and I caught in a broom closet?
Ha! As if!
The halls were strangely glum and I wondered why I'd never noticed it before. Ginny was walking ahead of me, fixing her hair.
Snape was silent. Probably thinking of the many ways to torture us. I wouldn't be surprised if he had found some way of expelling us. You can't expel someone for that, can you?
I shrugged. I was pretty sure he couldn't do anything really bad; maybe turn me into a moose? But certainly not expel. No, no I'm sure of it.
The dungeons were the usual hellhole they always were. Dark, miserable, hellish. Yep, good ol' dungeons.
We walked into Snape's office. I tried hard not to look at all the awful things he had in jars on the shelf behind his desk. I shuddered.
"Sit," Snape ordered. We sat.
"You do realize what you were doing was unacceptable, do you not?" Snape said, connecting his fingers and glaring at me in particular.
No? Really? Unacceptable? I never would have thought it!
"Yes sir," I muttered. Ginny was still in a state of shock. I wasn't sure she was still living; maybe she was only a walking corpse. Whatever.
"Therefore, I see it fitting to give you both a detention." Snape finished.
I was thinking he would be a snotball and do that.
"Yes sir," I said again.
"You will receive detention tonight with Longbottom. My office, six o'clock. Leave." Snape looked uninterested in us. He pointed with one long finger toward the door.
I stood and dragged Ginny up. She was still silent.
As we left the office I felt strangely calm towards Ginny. Sure, I wanted to kill her, but due to what had just happened, I think I was faring well not reaching into my pocket, pulling out my wand and hexing her. I should have been applauded for my lack of hexing.
As we left the dungeons and headed for the Great Hall, I heard Ginny start to mutter bits of "Son of a..." and "He can take his mother to..." and realized Ginny was indeed alive.
Oh joy!
"Well?" I asked crabbily. "Are you happy now?"
"Me?!" Ginny shouted. "You're the one who locked us in that damn closet!"
It's always my fault, isn't it?
I wanted to give her a piece of my mind and tell her just where she could go but decided against it. We were supposed to be together on this.
"What do we do now?" I asked the great brains of the operation.
"Go to detention."
Duh! I never thought of that!
Ron and Hermione weren't at Lunch. I didn't see them anywhere. As I walked back to the Common Room with Ginny
I found her in a rather sudden state of giggles.
"What?" I said now very annoyed. I understood now what Oliver Wood always went through with Angelina, Alica, and Katie.
"I bet I know what they're doing," Ginny said in a sing-song voice.
I didn't feel like hearing that. Not now, not ever.
We walked on in silence. Inside the Common Room were many annoying first years who decided to ask me the usual billion questions for the day. I hate bloody first years. Slimy, stupid, annoying gits....
Six o'clock came all to soon for my liking. It was time to go to that special place we affectionately call hell. Ah, the dungeons. What a magnificently crappy area of Hogwarts.
Ginny and I walked on in total silence. I was too tired to talk. The injustice of it all was sickening. Snape is such a snotball. Why can't he leave two people alone to pretend to snog? What is this world coming to?
As we approached Snape's office door, I eyed the doorknob suspiciously. I wasn't all together sure that doorknob wouldn't change into parahna and bite my hand off. I'd expect something like that from Snape.
Needless to say, the door did not turn into a parona. Close call.
I spied Neville at once. He was sitting in a chair, hunching over as much as he could. Maybe he was afraid Snape would breath on him. I'd be afraid of that too.
Snape looked up at us and sneered. The usual warm welcome.
"How nice of the famous Harry Potter and his little girlfriend to join us," Snape growled. The torture clock was ticking, and I was surprised to find that Snape had managed to piss me off within three seconds of our arrival. World record, I think.
"Potter, you and Longbottom will be scrubbing the floor in the classroom next door. It seems Longbottom managed to blacken the floor during our last lesson with his potion. Gone wrong, as usual. Ms. Weasley, you will be labeling these jars." Snape pointed to a collection of unlabeled jars. "Now start working. I'll tell you when you may leave."
Yes, Master.
I left with Neville, making sure to grab a rag as I went. When we reached the classroom, I threw myself onto the blankened floor and picked up a rag.
"So," was the first word I heard Neville utter. I looked around at him and he grinned. "You were caught in that closet that won't open with Ginny?"
Word travels fast these days.
"Maybe," I said irritably. "It always happens to me."
Neville grinned at me again as if he knew something I didn't. I doubt it.
"I made the same mistake," he said.
Never mind.
"Oh," I said, surprised. I was genuinely shocked. Neville? With a girl in a...broom closet? "When?"
"Last year," he said simply. I felt my jaw drop to the blackened floor but I didn't realize it until I started drooling on my hand.
"L-last year?" I stuttered. This was impossible. I refused to believe this!
"At the Yule Ball," Neville said, nodding. "Had to wait until Dean let us out of the closet. I could barely breath in that blasted closet and she wasn't helping it by doing all that...."
I wasn't really listening to Neville anymore. I felt like my heart had suddenly stopped. Yule Ball? If I remembered correctly, he went with Ginny...
"Who were you with?" I said slowly. I took a deep breath and waited. Neville looked confused for a moment and then he smiled again.
"Can't tell you that, mate," Neville said, tapping the side of his nose. I looked at him, now quite aghast. This was all a dream, none of this was real. Neville doesn't go and do - anything - with girls. Ever.
"What I don't get," Neville said, ignoring my shocked face, "Is why you still pulled that stunt when Ron and Hermione just got caught earlier that day."
Did I hear him right? R-ron and Hermione...caught...for...
"Huh?" I asked.
"I would have thought they would have warned you that's all," Neville said, shrugging. "They were serving detention earlier during lunch."
Isn't this a small world?
I pretended I had known this all along. No sense acting the fool. I had already done that once today. Once was my limit.
The time seemed to pass unusually fast for a detention in hell. Odd how these things happen.
As we were let out of detention, I filled Ginny in on what happened, while Neville walked ahead of us. She seemed fairly un-surprised.
"I thought so," she said. She thought too much.
"Well, what now?" I asked. Ginny pulled her hair out of its ponytail and shook it. Her hair really was beautiful. I can't believe I had never realized how beautiful Ginny was. Whoa...
"I think that maybe." Ginny paused and ran a hand through her flaming hair, as I had so often seen Ron do. "Maybe we should..er.."
She paused for a moment and I continued staring at her. She was gorgeous. Wow. Oh my God wow....
"Okay, I've got it," Ginny said, flashing me a lovely smile. This is when my brain kicked in for the first time during this whole monkey shine.
"No," I said, stopping Ginny from talking. "I've got a better plan."
Ginny looked at me as if she highly doubted whether I could have a better plan than her.
"What?" she chirped. I smiled and stepped closer to her. She took a sudden alarmed step away from me and my grin widened.
"We're playing it my way," I said, pushing my glasses up my nose. "Starting tomorrow, we're playing it seductive."
Ginny's eyes widen considerably. She looked very alarmed at my declaration but I could swear her eyes lit up slightly.
Tomorrow at breakfast, I told myself, I would show all the Weasley's who's the boss.
A/N: Well?! What do you think guys? Good? Review and do tell.
