A/N: Here's the final chapter of Detention With McGonnagall!! I suppose I can't really count this as a chapter though. Its those little endings at the end of every Boy Meets World episodes that don't really have anything to do with the show, but it just sort of completes it. So, here it is.

Disclaimer: Nope...wish I owned Ron though...

"The Hogwarts Theory of Apparation, Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonnagall shot at Ron. Ron stood quickly by his desk.

"The Hogwarts Theory of Apparation states no one can apparate or dissaparate inside the Hogwarts grounds. This theory excludes Hogsmeade village, Ma'am Professor McGonnagall, Ma'am!" Ron answered, sounding as though he had swallowed Hogwarts, A History, a talent Hermione usually possessed, as he sat down. Professor McGonnagall gave him a high five. She turned to Hermione.

"Bristol, Miss Granger," she said to Hermione. Hermione stood up by her desk.

"Gee, I don't know, you actually stumped me, Ma'am Professor McGonnagall, Ma'am!" Hermione answered, adapting a look of confusion Ron would normally carry as she sat back down. Professor McGonnagall laughed loudly at this, thrilled with herself. She turned to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, Bristol," she said. Harry stood up like his classmates had.

"The only city in Britain with no magical folk dwelling in it, Ma'am Professor McGonnagall, Ma'am!" Harry said happily, and sat down immediately afterward. Professor McGonnagall did a little secret handshake with Harry to celebrate his success. Now she turned to Renee. She decided to ask something she didn't even know the answer to. She had just heard some Muggles discussing it the day she sat on the wall waiting for Dumbledore to bring Harry Potter to his Uncle's.

"The Pythagorean Theorem, Miss Taylor," she shot at her, finally expecting defeat. Little did McGonnagall know, Renee's parents had insisted on her attending Muggle schools until she was of age to enter Hogwarts. Renee stood up, grinning.

"A squared plus B squared equals C squared, Ma'am Professor McGonnagall, Ma'am!" she said triumphantly. Professor McGonnagal looked thunderstruck for a moment, then pumped her fist in the air in success. She thought she could begin the lesson, then Ron stood up again.

"Actually, I've written a thesis which can dispute her theory, all in which I owe to you, Ma'am Professor McGonnagall, Ma'am. Come on everybody, let's give a hand to Ma'am Professor McGonnagall, Ma'am!" Ron announced, and everyone stood up to applaud her. McGonnagall shrugged and turned away modestly, as though it was nothing. She went to sit back at her desk, when suddenly the scene around her dissolved.

McGonnagall woke up to Ron's less-than-subtle whoop of laughter. She looked around at here class, and realized fairly quickly for a middle-aged woman she was being pelted with crumpled up parchment and inky quills. It was as though a loud, disruptive party had been ignited in her very classroom. She turned to Harry to gain back some control, which was definitely a mistake.

"Bristol, Mr. Potter! Bristol!" she yelled over the din. Harry stopped throwing things at Ron to answer.

"75th state. Major export: Tortillas!" he shouted back, as though they were standing at opposite ends of the country.

"Arriba!" Hermione trilled with her tongue as she threw today's homework up in the air. McGonnagall was horrified and her blood was boiling. She grabbed a pair of scissors lying on her desk and looked at them piercingly, as though deciding which student she should cut up first. The students continued partying.
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A/N: There you go! The whole thing's done! I'm thinking about doing another Boy Meets World episode this way. I've already got the idea in my head, so if its something you'd be interested in reading, tell me, and I'll get right to it!!