Summary: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, girl!Blaise, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle serve detention on the last day of school and Binns forgets to dismiss them! They eventually find Colin also locked in school and the 12 of them are utterly bored. Hermione gets a brilliant idea which turns out to be a BIG mistake. But getting stuck in 1977 can't be that bad, right?
Disclaimer: You're kidding, right? HA!
Chapter 2: The Wand
-----
The next day found the trio in a horrible Potions class.
"Granger, watch where you're putting that knife down. You're about to cut my hand off," Malfoy drawled. Hermione looked up and realized that she was about to place the sharp knife on Malfoy's hand. Not like that'll be a bad thing, she thought to herself.
"Well, maybe if you were actually doing something, you're hand wouldn't be in danger of being removed," she snapped back.
"Right," Malfoy said, not moving.
"OUCH!"
Hermione looked around and saw Ron hopping up and down. Pansy looked particularly gleeful as she picked up a book off of the floor. "Sorry, Weasley," she said in an all-too-sweet voice. "I didn't mean to drop that heavy book on your foot."
"Bulls-"
"Ron!" Hermione gasped.
"What?" Ron growled. All of a sudden, his eyes widened. "Hermione, look, your potion!"
"My potion? What about my-" Hermione started before there was a loud explosion. A puff of smoke ensued the bang and Hermione could hear things shattering from the other side of the room where bottles were kept.
"MALFOY!" she roared. Malfoy looked up at her with soot all over his face.
"Don't blame me, Granger, this is your fault! You told me to do something!"
"Well," Hermione said in a frustrated tone, "I didn't say to mess the potion up!"
"Miss Granger," came a cold voice from behind Hermione. She turned around and found Professor Snape, the Potions Master, staring at her.
"What is it, Snape?" Hermione said impatiently. She realized what she said and clasped her hand over her mouth. She could practically hear Malfoy smirking.
"Talking back to me, Granger?" Snape said. "Detention with your friends over there," he sneered, jerking a thumb in Ron and Harry's direction. "And clean up this mess you've caused."
"But Malfoy-"
"You heard the professor," Malfoy drawled. "Clean up the mess." Hermione raised her hand to slap him, but remembering that Snape was right behind her, decided against it. She walked up to the front of the room, snatched a rag off of the desk and started to wipe the table.
"Professor Snape?" Crabbe called from the other side of the room. Snape sent Hermione one last glare (which she returned) and strode across the room to the large boy and his partner, Goyle. "What is it, boys?" Snape asked once he reached their table.
"We messed up," Goyle said dully. Snape made sure no one was watching and flicked his wand. Crabbe and Goyle's potion turned a deep forest-green color instead of the light blue it was.
"There, it's fine," Snape muttered. Just then, Malfoy screamed. Snape hurried over to Hermione and his table, not noticing his wand dropping into Goyle's bag. "You stupid girl!" he roared at the bushy-haired girl as Malfoy coughed up hairballs. "20 potions off of Gryffindor! Cast the counter-curse on him now!"
Hermione muttered something and went back to her clening, rubbing the same spot over and over again, her jaw set. Malfoy caughed up the last hairball, made a gagging noise, and yelled, "What the hell was that for, Granger?"
Hermione mumbled something incoherent as she scrubbed the table. Just then, the bell rang through the dungeon and chairs could be heard scrapping the stone floor.
"Class dissmissed," Snape spat. "But, you, girl," he added as Hermione started to pack her things, "and finishing your job." Hermione seethed, but obeyed.
-----
Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom sat in the school library later that day. Neville was testing Ginny on her History of Magic notes while Luna was reading a book on the other end of the table.
"Ginny, when was Freddy the Freak born?" Neville asked as he skimmed through her messy notes.
Ginny scratched her head. "Uh... 1800?" she suggested. Neville shook his head and sighed.
"Wrong. 1801," he said. Before he could ask a different question, Ginny grabbed the notes out of his hands, nearly ripping them. "Are you sure?" she asked suspiciously, flipping the pages. When she found the date, she let out an "Oh," and handing the parchment back to the older boy, added, "Well, I was almost right."
"Yeah, well, Binns won't take that excuse," Neville pointed out. "And you need to learn this all within-" he glanced at his watch "-an hour."
"I can't believe he forgot to give us the final last week," Ginny admitted, chuckling. Neville let out a little laugh.
"Anyway, when did-"
"Hey, Luna," Ginny said suddenly, "what's that?" She pointed to the unfamiliar wand behind Luna's right ear.
The blonde girl looked up. "You mean this?" she asked, pointing to the dark wand. Ginny nodded. "It's a wand."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, I knew that," she said. "Who's is it? It's obviously isn't yours, as you're twirling yours in your hand," she added, eyeing the stick in Luna's left hand that was admitting little pink sparks.
"Oh. Well... I'm actually not sure who's it is," Luna admitted. "You see, earlier, I ran into Vincent and Gregory-"
"Vincent and Gregory?" Neville inturrupted.
"Yes," Luna said, nonchalantly. "Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. They'e seventh year Slytherins. Both are quite strange, actually," she added on thoughtfully.
"I didn't know they had first names," Ginny muttered to Neville, who snorted.
"Yes, well, anyway," Luna continued, "I ran into them on the way to class and they were arguing over something. I said hello to them-" Neville and Ginny glanced at each other with amused looks on their faces "-and they just... handed this to me," she explained, removing the long wand from its spot behind her ear. "It was very bizarre, but I figured I'd take it from them anyway. They were very polite about it."
"I wonder who it belongs to," Neville muttered absentmindedly before focusing his attention on Ginny's notes once again.
-----
"Where is that bloody wand?" Snape yelled to no one as he threw apart his office as he searched for his wand. He cursed to himself.
"I had it during potions this morning..." he muttered. "Oh no..." He remembered everything. Hermione and Draco fighting. Crabbe and Goyle's messed-up potion. Fixing their potion. Dropping his wand into Goyle's bag. "Dammit," he cursed as he stomped out of his office.
Snape searched all over the castle for Goyle. He checked every class room, the hospital wing, the dungeons, and lastly, the Great Hall, but never found him. Stomping out of the castle, he scanned the grounds for the boy and his friends, and noticed his bulky fame near a tree not far from the castle.
"... So, then, I go up to Potter and tell him that he'd better go comfort his good-for-nothing Muggle-born girlfriend. You should've seen the look on his ugly face," Draco was telling Crabbe and Goyle, "it was priceless!" When Crabbe and Goyle didn't responed, he added, "Well, laugh!"
Crabbe and Goyle chuckled obediently, but it sounded more like an on-coming thunderstorm. The three boys noticed Snape and Draco said respectfully, "Hello, professor."
Snape ignored him and turned to his goons. "Where's my wand?" he asked.
Crabbe and Goyle cast each other nervous looks. "What wand?" Goyle finally asked.
"Don't you play stupid with me, boy," Snape hissed. "You know perfectly well what wand!" He looked back and forth to each boy. Draco was watching with interest.
"Oh, you mean your wand?" Crabbe asked stupidly. "Uh, Goyle lost it." Goyle hit him hand in the arm.
"What do you mean, 'lost it'?" Snape asked coolly, his cold eyes narrowing dangerously.
"You know, like when you can't find something-"
"I know the definition of it, idiot boy!" he spat at Goyle impatiently. "What I meant was, how the hell did you lose it?"
"Wait, we didn't lose it," Goyle said quickly. He turned to Crabbe. "Didn't we give it to that girl before?"
"What girl?" Snape and Draco asked simultaniously.
"That girl..." Goyle said, not turning to them, "the weird one. I forgot her name... Loony, or something...?"
"Lovegood?" Draco asked disbelievingly. "Why the hell did you give it Lovegood?"
Before Goyle could explain, Snape was stomping away. He stopped halfway to the school and shouted over his shoulder, "And Friday detention for you two."
-----
"Where... is... Lovegood?" Snape mumbled as he ran through the corridors a few minutes later. He stopped in front of the library and opened the doors. "Lovegood? Are you in here?" he called, earning him a deathly stare from Madam Pince, which his disregarded.
A moment later, he saw someone walking down the long aisle in front of him. Praying that it was Luna, he started foward, metting the girl about halfway.
"Lovegood, where is my wand?" he asked the Ravenclaw when he reached her. She looked at him like he had twleve heads and then smiled.
"Oh, you mean this..."
She removed the wand from behind her ear and handed it to the Potions Master. He inspected it to make sure it was his and she wasn't just pulling his leg.
"Yes," he said after a moment. "Yes, it's my wand." He looked down at her. "Why do you have it, Lovegood?" he asked, even though he knew the answer already.
"Vincent and Gregory gave it to me," she explained. Just then, he noticed that she wasn't the only one in front of him. Ginny and Neville had joined her.
"Yes, well, you'll be serving detention on Friday for taking my wand, Lovegood," he sneered. He looked at Ginny and Neville. "And you two will be joining her," he added out of pure vexation.
"But what did we do?" Ginny protested. He didn't answer her; he merly turned on his heels and stormed out of the room, earning himself another cold glare from the librarian, this time joined by the three students.
----- I'm revising this for a second time because I didn't like the revised version I posted on May 15th. I notice I keep switching from calling Draco Malfoy "Draco" to calling him "Malfoy".
[revised 5/15/04]
[revised again 6/26/04]