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Whenever, wherever, We're meant to be together,
I'll be there and you'll be near, And that's the deal my dear, There over, hereunder, You'll never have to wonder, We can always play by ear, and that's the deal my dear
~*~*~*~*~*Shikira –Whenever wherever *~*~*~*~*~

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"Melanie!"

Ron tried to pull his arm out of my grip, but I kept pulling him down the corridors.

"Melanie stop!"

I jerked to a halt, and turned to face him, loosening my grip on his arm.

"why are we going down to dinner? Dinner doesn't start for an hour."

I dropped his arm in horror, "What? But I'm hungry! That is so not fair! Ugh!" I screamed.

I stomped my foot. All the torches that were lighting the hallway we were in blew up.

We both stood still a moment, totally shocked.

"What happened?" I asked Ron. He shrugged (well I think he did anyway, I couldn't really see, but that's what I would of done)

"I don't know," he replied, "try stomping your foot again,"

I stomped my foot down harder than last time, "Ow!" cried Ron, "I didn't mean stomp on my foot!" he said indigently as he stumbled into me.

"How was I supposed to know your foot was there?" I said, grumpily, pushing him off me.

"Ow, Melanie!" Ron complained.

Just then the torches burst into flames again.

"Well that was a bit weird," I said to Ron.

He glared at me, "thanks for stating the obvious Mel," I smiled sweetly, "no problem,"

"How'd you do that?" Ron asked, I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off by an angry yell,

"Weasley," came the yell from the end of the corridor, "are you responsible for this?"

As the angry teacher stormed up towards us, I muttered to Ron, "who is that?" Ron looked at the man with total hatred, turned to me and said one word, "Snape"

"Ew," I said in a hushed voice, "has that guy ever seen a bottle of shampoo?"

Ron snorted, "Something funny Weasley?" asked Snape, glowering at us. "No Professor," Ron answered, trying not to laugh.

"Are you responsible for blowing up all the torches in this hallway Weasley?" Snape asked in a menacing tone.

"No, he's not," I spoke up, glaring at Snape.

"Then who is responsible?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Well duh! Does it look like there is anybody else around? If it wasn't Ron then how many other possibilities are there?" I spoke slowly, I felt like I was talking to a 2 year old.        

Snape's eyes flashed, "Detention tonight, and 5 points off Gryffindor for undermining my intelligence, Miss Robinson"

"I'm terribly sorry Professor Snape, sir, didn't realise I was insulting your intelligence, sir" I said in a sickly sweet voice, "Or lack of," I added quietly, as Snape swept away with a sneer, Ron snorted again.  

"So how long until dinner?" I asked Ron, he looked at me blankly.

I raised my eyebrows at him, "what?" he said, I sighed exasperatedly, "never mind… come on!"

I grabbed his arm again and started pulling him down a staircase, halfway down it; the staircase shifted and started swinging around.

"Whoa!" I cried tightening my grip on Ron's arm, "Ow Mel!" he yelped.

I loosened my grip.

The staircase stopped moving, I looked around a moment in shock, then stepped off it, into a new corridor; pulling Ron after me.

"Great, now where are we?" I asked him.

He shrugged.

"Great that helps!" I said icily, I went to stamp my foot again, "Don't!" said Ron, grabbing my arm, I glared at him, "We don't want all the lights to go out now as well!"

I shook my arm out of his grip and began walking down the hallway.

"Gee, somebody is in a bad mood," Ron commented, catching up to me.

I tried to ignore his remarks as we continued walking around trying to find our way to the Great Hall, but after 5 minutes of his bagering, I turned on him, eyes flashing.

"Ron, I am tired, and I am hungry, and unless we get to the Great Hall really soon, you will know what I'm like when I'm in a bad mood, and believe me, that's not something you want to see."

Ron gulped and pointed to a corridor to the left. "I think we go that way." He stammered.

I smiled at him. "ok, let's go. Ickle Ronniekins," his eyes narrowed, "don't call me that," I

 looked at him innocently, "sure, ickle Ronniekins," I said, and ran off down the corridor, "Melanie! I'm gonna get you!"

He chased me down the hallway, down several staircases, until we reached a crowded corridor, I recognised it immediately and tore into the Hall, sat myself down in a seat across from Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, and began eating.

Ron joined us after 5 minutes, a scowl on his face, "what's with you?" Hermione asked him.

"Had a little run in with Malfoy," he answered, as he piled food on his plate.

After dinner, I stood up to leave for the common room with Ron when I was tapped on the shoulder, I spun around and was greeted with two identical grinning faces.

I groaned good-naturedly, "you two," I greeted in a teasing voice, "I think I've seen enough of you two already today."

I grinned at them, "hey! Not nice! Why is she always so mean to us Fred?" said George, looking hurt.

"I don't know George but it hurts," Fred wiped an imaginary tear from his face, "you have to put up with us for a few more hours Melanie, we have…" the boys grinned evilly

"Detention!" I rolled my eyes at them, "You guys are like B1 and B2," I told them, Hermione laughed.

Everybody else looked confused, "Banana's in Pyjamas," I explained, they looked back at me blankly, "Muggle thing," said Hermione, I grinned at her, she smiled back.

'Phew!' I thought with relief, 'I thought she was going to hate me forever!'

Ron shook his head, "Muggles, what else are they going to come up with." 

I walked with Fred and George to the Entrance Hall where a foul looking man I supposed was Filch was waiting for us.

"Follow me," he said, an ugly expression on his face, he lead us up a staircase and into a big hall.

"You are to scrub these floors clean, no magic." Filch cackled, motioning towards the buckets of water standing by the wall.

"You have 4 hours. Maybe this will teach you not to break the rules." He turned and walked out of the room.

I made a face after him.

"This is this gonna be so boring." I complained.

The twin's faces split into mischievous grins, "I wouldn't say that," said Fred.

George went to the door, and after glancing out to see if anyone was there he turned saying, "he's left and nobody else is around, we can go."

My eyes lit up, "You mean no cleaning?" I grinned at them, they nodded, "no cleaning."

I bit my lip. "Then who's going to clean the floor?"

"The house-elves," replied George, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the door, "Come on Fred."

He called over his shoulder at his twin.

The three of us went down to the kitchens, got some food, then Fred and George persuaded them into cleaning the floor for us.

When we got back to the common room, we found Ron and Harry in the middle of a game of chess.

Fred and George left to go join their other friends on the other side of the common room.

I sat down on a beanbag so I could watch the game.  Harry was losing horribly, and I could tell that Ron was about to put him in checkmate.

Harry groaned in annoyance, "I can't do it!" he said good naturedly, "you're unbeatable."

I snickered, "all hail the great Ron Weasley, chess king!" I announced.

The two boys jumped. "Melanie?! What are you doing here? You have detention."

I smiled cheekily back at them and skipped up the stairs not saying anything.