"Detention with Malfoy, Hermione! What did you do?" Harry said with astonishment. He had been in the infirmary due to a nasty accident involving himself, Neville, and a cauldron of Solidifying Solution during Potions and had only just caught up with his friends after Charms, the class they had between Potions and Transfiguration. They were headed to Professor McGonagall's classroom, but Harry hardly noticed where he was going due to Ron's nonstop narrative about the events he had missed. Hermione was talking as well, mostly correcting Ron and telling Harry how it really hadn't been her fault and. . . .

"And so I have detention with that git," Hermione finished, pointing her chin at Malfoy, who was walking ahead of them. He was snickering about something with Crabbe and Goyle.

"All right, let me get this straight." Harry put up his hands to stop Ron and Hermione from talking both at once. He'd had quite enough of that already.

"Okay, Hermoine: what did you turn Malfoy into again."

"Professor Flitwick asked me to demonstrate the Platyform Charm. And I did. On Malfoy."

"It was cool. He kind of oozed out all over the floor. It was better than anything Fred and George have ever done to him." Ron sounded impressed.

"Really, Harry he'd been being awful to Neville since he spilled that stuff on you, I just wanted to get him back."

"Yeah, and when Flitwick turned him back, Malfoy did the same thing to Hermione and she oozed all over the floor. I think I got some of you on my robes, Herm." Ron brushed at his sleeve.

"It was a rather interesting feeling, actually. Professor Flitwick turned me back and said he didn't appreciate students liquidating in his classroom and he gave Malfoy and me detention."

"To be served tonight," Ron added, imitating Professor Flitwick's squeaky voice. "Together."

"It's supposed to teach us to get along," Hermione huffed.

"When Neville plays Quidditch for England," Harry said under his breath.