Jolie woke up with a headache. It was Saturday...this meant detention. She glanced at the fancy wristwatch her father had bought her just before start of term. The hand pointed to Get a move on!. Groaning, Jolie stepped out her comfortable four-poster. The floor was icy cold and she quickly ran into the bathroom. As she hurriedly dressed, Jolie couldn't help but think of how long she'd be stuck in detention. Nine whole hours. It was just ridiculous.

"Jolie what are you doing?" asked her roommate Jenny as she stumbled out of bed.

"Getting ready for my detention," Jolie snapped.

Jenny took the hint and didn't reply.

"Nosy bitch," Jolie muttered as she stalked out of the dorm.

Jolie was not in the mood

*****

"Draco will you please listen to me?!" the girl begged, tears streaming down her face.

Draco sighed. Was the girl daft? When would she learn?

"I don't talk to whores," he stated simply before walking away.

"Just great," muttered Draco as he walked down the corridor, "I have detention in five minutes and thanks to that daft whore I don't get any breakfast!"

After wandering down the deserted corridors for a few minutes in search of where he was supposed to serve his detention, Draco was utterly confused.

"Where in the bloody hell am I supposed to go?"

*****

Harry ran down the steps, hurriedly pulling on his jumper as he raced towards...wait, where exactly was he going? In an attempt to stop, Harry tripped over a loose stair and found himself sprawled on the floor. That hurt.

"Hello Harry."

Harry looked up and craned his neck.

"Hi Jolie."

"Have a nice trip?"

"Shut it you," Harry replied as he helped himself up off the floor.

"Are you hurt?" Jolie asked earnestly though her smile held a certain sense of sarcasm.

"What's it to you?" Harry joked, "Hoping I was so that maybe your house could actually win a quidditch match against Gryffindor?"

"You little git!"

"Calm down," said Harry raising up his hands, "I was just joking around."

"You better had been," Jolie said indignantly with a smile, "Hey. Do you know where you go to serve Saturday detentions?"

"What?!" Harry asked in mocked surprise, "Jolie Fisher has a detention? For a whole NINE hours?"

"Unfortunately...," Jolie replied, "wait a minute...how'd you know it was for nine hours?"

Harry shuffled his feet, "I got one two."

Jolie laughed.

"And you were mocking me? C'mon Harry, show me where we need to go."

"Actually," began Harry, slightly embarrassed, "I haven't the faintest idea."

"Well maybe if you arseholes ask nicely, I'll tell you," came a voice.

*****

A/N: You like?