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A few days after Halloween, after everyone had eaten breakfast, it was time for classes. The fifth year Gryffindors were in Potions, along with the Slytherins. Their Potions master was Professor Salisbury, who was also head of Slytherin house. He favored Slytherin, and hated all the other houses with a vengeance, Gryffindor even more so. From what Ron, Jamie, and Aphrodite had told Harry about Professor Salisbury, Harry said that he sounded a lot like Professor Snape, who had been Harry's Potions teacher up until a quarter of the way into Harry sixth year at Hogwarts. Then Snape had died, and a new, not much nicer, Potions teacher had taken his place.
"Potter, what is that supposed to be?"
Ron was shaken from his thoughts by Professor Salisbury's voice.
"Er... What?"
Salisbury pointed to Ron's cauldron.
"This," he said. "I asked you what it was supposed to be."
"A potion."
"Could you be more specific?" said Professor Salisbury dangerously.
"A potion, which also goes by the name of the Switching Solution."
"That is what you are supposed to be making," said Salisbury. "That," he said, once again pointing at Ron's potion, "is not the Switching Solution."
Ron felt his face get hot.
"Well, obviously I made a mistake," said Ron. by now everyone in the dungeon was listening to the conversation.
"Obviously," Professor Salisbury sneered. Corsair Malfoy and Theodore Goyle sniggered.
"Well, these things happen, don't they?" said Kelsey angrily. "I mean, he's only human. Unlike you, you vampire."
The Gryffindors gasped in horror. Insulting Professor Salisbury was not a very smart thing to do.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor!" said Professor Salisbury. "And believe it or not, Miss Longbottom, I am a human, a pureblood wizard. Not unlike yourself. Unlike Mr. Potter here, who's mother is a mudblood."
Kelsey gasped. Ron stood up so quickly that he knocked his stool over. He was shaking with anger.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL MY MOTHER THAT!" he yelled with rage.
Professor Salisbury turned around, with a look of deepest loathing on his face.
"Call your mother what?" he asked.
Ron pulled his wand out of his robes, and before he knew what had happened, the words 'DENSUAGEO!' had escaped his lips, and a jet of light had hit Professor Salisbury. Instantly, Professor Salisbury's two front teeth began to lengthen, and soon they looked as thought they belonged to a beaver. The Gryffindors were roaring with laughter, and even a few of the Slytherins were sniggering.
But their enjoyment didn't last long.
Professor Salisbury repaired the damage to his teeth so that now they were normal sized. He looked ready to kill.
"SILENCE!" he roared.
The entire dungeon fell deathly quiet.
"50 points from Gryffindor!" said Salisbury to Ron, shaking with rage. "And detention! Tonight, down here in the dungeon!"
It was not long until the bell rang, about ten minutes, so Professor Salisbury had everyone step back from their cauldrons (except Ron, who had had his potion gotten rid of by Salisbury) and retrieve a flask from the front of the classroom in which to put a sample of their potion. This they did, all the while talking about what Ron had done to the Professor. Professor Salisbury didn't bother with telling them to be quiet. Five minutes to go until the bell rang, and the fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins were packing up their left over Potions ingrediants and were gathering up the rest of their things. Two minutes to go and the students, with their school bags slung over their shoulders, were queuing up at the door that led out of the dungeon. There could be heard the occasional rumble of a stomach. And finally the bell rang, and everyone hurried out the door, eager to get to the Great Hall first.
"Ron, why did you lose your temper in Salisbury's class?" Kelsey said, as she and Ron walked up the steps and out of the dungeons into the Entrance Hall.
Ron, still fuming, didn't answer.
"Ron?" said Kelsey again.
"You heard what he called my mother," said Ron darkly.
"Still, you shouldn't have lost your temper. Now you have a detention because of it."
"Wow, a detention," said Ron sarcastically. "Like I haven't had one of those before."
Ron had had a lot of detention throughout his years at Hogwarts. Most of them had been given by Salisbury. Not that Ron cared.
"Ron," Kelsey sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry," said Ron in a low voice as he and Kelsey entered the Great Hall, "I know I shouldn't have lost my temper in Salisbury's class. I just hate him, and I hate the Dark Arts, which you and I both know he likes to dabble in quite a bit...I'll try not to lose my temper in his class again."
"Good, and besides, the more detentions you get, the less time I get to spend with you."
Ron grinned as he and Kelsey sat down at the Gryffindor table.
All too soon it was time for Ron to go down to the dungeons for his detention. He had forgotten about it, of course. It was after dinner, and Ron and Kelsey were in the common room doing their homework. It was not until Kelsey looked up at the clock and announced with a gasp that Ron was fifteen minutes late that he, Ron, remembered that he had a detention down in the dungeon. He gathered up his things into his school bag in a haste, as well as put his wand inside his robes, and departed after giving Kelsey a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Good bye, for now anyway," said Ron.
"Good luck!" called Kelsey as Ron hurried out of the common room. She distinctly heard him give a snort, and was in no doubt why. Wishing Ôgood luck' to someone going to a detention with Professor Salisbury was about as useless as someone attempting to hug a Blast-Ended Skrewt without getting hurt.
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"You're late Potter," said Professor Salisbury as Ron entered the Potions classroom.
Ron, who's detention had been at eight o'clock, had entered the classroom thirty minutes late.
"Sorry, Professor," Ron panted, clutching the stitch at his side. "I was doing homework and I lost track of time."
"As well as that being perfectly understandable, Potter," said Professor Salisbury, "you have work to do."
"What do I have to do?" Ron asked, who had now caught his breath.
Professor Salisbury pointed to a pile of what looked to be about fifteen cauldrons. They all looked very grimy, and most of them were rusting. Ron went over to these cauldrons, and looked inside one of them. What he saw was what looked like dried cement. Ron tried to brake off a piece, but for some reason his fingers were burned by what he had taken to be cement, but was actually a potion the seventh years had been brewing, called the Brandwond Solution. It was a potion, that, when brewed properly, would treat and cure the severest of severe burns. To Ron it seemed as though every seventh year had got the potion wrong however, and his assumption was proved correct when Professor Salisbury next spoke.
"My seventh year students were brewing the Brandwond Solution," said Professor Salisbury. "It-"
"I know what it does," Ron cut in.
"Good, you do know something." Ron ignored this remark. "However, my seventh years seem to have gotten this potion wrong, as you so found out. It did the opposite of what it was supposed to do, and now you will take the remains of the dried potion out. I hope you brought your dragon hide gloves with you?" Professor Salisbury added, eyeing Ron's school bag. When Ron shook his head, he sneered. "Then you will have to do without them, I'm afraid."
"What?! But that stuff burned my fingers!"
"Well, really, that is your own fault, you know, for not bringing your gloves." Professor Salisbury threw ron a tool in which to help him gouge out the cauldrons. "No magic is to be used, Potter, or I will purposefully make you go through this again. Now get to work. And get the rust off of them," he added as he sat at his desk, pulling a stack of essays toward him.
Ron, fuming, set down his school bag down beside Professor Salisbury's desk, put his wand inside the bag, and went again over to the cauldrons with the gouging tool Salisbury had given to him.
Three hours later, and Ron had got through cleaning over half of the cauldrons, though he had suffered dearly. His hands were rather badly burned, and they hurt every time Ron touched something or picked something up. Ron looked at the cauldrons had had not yet cleaned of the Brandwond Solution and rust. By counting quickly, he found that he only had five cauldrons left. Wanting to get things over as quickly as possible, he started to gouge out the next cauldron as fast as he could, while ignoring the pain from his hands and fingers.
As he cleaned each cauldron left, the pain in his hands intensified. Finally Ron had only one cauldron left, but when he looked inside, he groaned rather loudly.
"Something the matter, Potter?"
Ron gritted his teeth. "No."
"Good, now get back to work."
Ron loathed the thought of having to clean this last cauldron out, for inside was the largest yet bit of dried Brandwond Potion gone wrong. Gritting his teeth once more, he set to work.
By the time Ron was done, his fingers were in almost excruciating pain. It felt as though the skin on his hands were being stabbed with thousands of hot, sharp knives. Still gritting his teeth to keep from screaming, he retrieved his school bag, and was almost out the door when he heard his Potions teacher speak.
"Done, are you?"
"Yes," said Ron through his still gritted teeth. "Can I go?"
"Please do. I don't want to have to deal with you for company any longer. Good bye."
Ron left the class room, and proceeded toward the Entrance Hall. As he was walking up the Marble Staircase, he checked his watch, and found that it was 12:30 in the morning. He yawned, and hurried the rest of the way to the infirmary, to see if Madame Pomfrey could do something about his hands. After muttering something about things she'd like to do with Professor Salisbury (all of which sounded very hostile), she mended his hands in the blink of an eye.
It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when Ron entered the common room, and looking around, found Kelsey on their usual couch in front of the fireplace. On closer inspection, Ron realised that she was asleep. She was also in her pyjamas, but she was wearing a different night gown than the last one Ron had seen her wear. This one had straps as wide as Kelsey's thumbnails. From there, the gown went down in sort of the shape of a heart, perfectly framing her chest, and then went all the way down to her ankles. Ron could see, even in the dim light, that Kelsey's night gown was pink, and appeared to be made of silk.
Nice night gown, Ron though to himself, smirking. Wait a moment...why was he thinking stuff like that about his best friend...his girlfriend?
"Kelsey?" Ron whispered. He shook her slightly.
"What?" Kelsey answered sleepily. She opened her eyes. "Oh! Ron! I fell asleep waiting for you. Sorry." She sat up.
"It's ok," said Ron, sitting down beside Kelsey and giving her a quick kiss. "I'm back now. Let's get to bed. Bloody hell, I'm tired," Ron added, covering his mouth as he yawned. "Care for a good night kiss?"
"I'd loved one." Kelsey grinned.
Ron drew Kelsey into a passionate embrace, and then drew apart.
"Well, good night," said Kelsey, turning to go.
"Yeah, night."
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I won't be updating again until I get 9 reviews, so after you're done reading, review, review! :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...so get the paprazzi off my front lawn!
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A few days after Halloween, after everyone had eaten breakfast, it was time for classes. The fifth year Gryffindors were in Potions, along with the Slytherins. Their Potions master was Professor Salisbury, who was also head of Slytherin house. He favored Slytherin, and hated all the other houses with a vengeance, Gryffindor even more so. From what Ron, Jamie, and Aphrodite had told Harry about Professor Salisbury, Harry said that he sounded a lot like Professor Snape, who had been Harry's Potions teacher up until a quarter of the way into Harry sixth year at Hogwarts. Then Snape had died, and a new, not much nicer, Potions teacher had taken his place.
"Potter, what is that supposed to be?"
Ron was shaken from his thoughts by Professor Salisbury's voice.
"Er... What?"
Salisbury pointed to Ron's cauldron.
"This," he said. "I asked you what it was supposed to be."
"A potion."
"Could you be more specific?" said Professor Salisbury dangerously.
"A potion, which also goes by the name of the Switching Solution."
"That is what you are supposed to be making," said Salisbury. "That," he said, once again pointing at Ron's potion, "is not the Switching Solution."
Ron felt his face get hot.
"Well, obviously I made a mistake," said Ron. by now everyone in the dungeon was listening to the conversation.
"Obviously," Professor Salisbury sneered. Corsair Malfoy and Theodore Goyle sniggered.
"Well, these things happen, don't they?" said Kelsey angrily. "I mean, he's only human. Unlike you, you vampire."
The Gryffindors gasped in horror. Insulting Professor Salisbury was not a very smart thing to do.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor!" said Professor Salisbury. "And believe it or not, Miss Longbottom, I am a human, a pureblood wizard. Not unlike yourself. Unlike Mr. Potter here, who's mother is a mudblood."
Kelsey gasped. Ron stood up so quickly that he knocked his stool over. He was shaking with anger.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL MY MOTHER THAT!" he yelled with rage.
Professor Salisbury turned around, with a look of deepest loathing on his face.
"Call your mother what?" he asked.
Ron pulled his wand out of his robes, and before he knew what had happened, the words 'DENSUAGEO!' had escaped his lips, and a jet of light had hit Professor Salisbury. Instantly, Professor Salisbury's two front teeth began to lengthen, and soon they looked as thought they belonged to a beaver. The Gryffindors were roaring with laughter, and even a few of the Slytherins were sniggering.
But their enjoyment didn't last long.
Professor Salisbury repaired the damage to his teeth so that now they were normal sized. He looked ready to kill.
"SILENCE!" he roared.
The entire dungeon fell deathly quiet.
"50 points from Gryffindor!" said Salisbury to Ron, shaking with rage. "And detention! Tonight, down here in the dungeon!"
It was not long until the bell rang, about ten minutes, so Professor Salisbury had everyone step back from their cauldrons (except Ron, who had had his potion gotten rid of by Salisbury) and retrieve a flask from the front of the classroom in which to put a sample of their potion. This they did, all the while talking about what Ron had done to the Professor. Professor Salisbury didn't bother with telling them to be quiet. Five minutes to go until the bell rang, and the fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins were packing up their left over Potions ingrediants and were gathering up the rest of their things. Two minutes to go and the students, with their school bags slung over their shoulders, were queuing up at the door that led out of the dungeon. There could be heard the occasional rumble of a stomach. And finally the bell rang, and everyone hurried out the door, eager to get to the Great Hall first.
"Ron, why did you lose your temper in Salisbury's class?" Kelsey said, as she and Ron walked up the steps and out of the dungeons into the Entrance Hall.
Ron, still fuming, didn't answer.
"Ron?" said Kelsey again.
"You heard what he called my mother," said Ron darkly.
"Still, you shouldn't have lost your temper. Now you have a detention because of it."
"Wow, a detention," said Ron sarcastically. "Like I haven't had one of those before."
Ron had had a lot of detention throughout his years at Hogwarts. Most of them had been given by Salisbury. Not that Ron cared.
"Ron," Kelsey sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry," said Ron in a low voice as he and Kelsey entered the Great Hall, "I know I shouldn't have lost my temper in Salisbury's class. I just hate him, and I hate the Dark Arts, which you and I both know he likes to dabble in quite a bit...I'll try not to lose my temper in his class again."
"Good, and besides, the more detentions you get, the less time I get to spend with you."
Ron grinned as he and Kelsey sat down at the Gryffindor table.
All too soon it was time for Ron to go down to the dungeons for his detention. He had forgotten about it, of course. It was after dinner, and Ron and Kelsey were in the common room doing their homework. It was not until Kelsey looked up at the clock and announced with a gasp that Ron was fifteen minutes late that he, Ron, remembered that he had a detention down in the dungeon. He gathered up his things into his school bag in a haste, as well as put his wand inside his robes, and departed after giving Kelsey a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Good bye, for now anyway," said Ron.
"Good luck!" called Kelsey as Ron hurried out of the common room. She distinctly heard him give a snort, and was in no doubt why. Wishing Ôgood luck' to someone going to a detention with Professor Salisbury was about as useless as someone attempting to hug a Blast-Ended Skrewt without getting hurt.
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"You're late Potter," said Professor Salisbury as Ron entered the Potions classroom.
Ron, who's detention had been at eight o'clock, had entered the classroom thirty minutes late.
"Sorry, Professor," Ron panted, clutching the stitch at his side. "I was doing homework and I lost track of time."
"As well as that being perfectly understandable, Potter," said Professor Salisbury, "you have work to do."
"What do I have to do?" Ron asked, who had now caught his breath.
Professor Salisbury pointed to a pile of what looked to be about fifteen cauldrons. They all looked very grimy, and most of them were rusting. Ron went over to these cauldrons, and looked inside one of them. What he saw was what looked like dried cement. Ron tried to brake off a piece, but for some reason his fingers were burned by what he had taken to be cement, but was actually a potion the seventh years had been brewing, called the Brandwond Solution. It was a potion, that, when brewed properly, would treat and cure the severest of severe burns. To Ron it seemed as though every seventh year had got the potion wrong however, and his assumption was proved correct when Professor Salisbury next spoke.
"My seventh year students were brewing the Brandwond Solution," said Professor Salisbury. "It-"
"I know what it does," Ron cut in.
"Good, you do know something." Ron ignored this remark. "However, my seventh years seem to have gotten this potion wrong, as you so found out. It did the opposite of what it was supposed to do, and now you will take the remains of the dried potion out. I hope you brought your dragon hide gloves with you?" Professor Salisbury added, eyeing Ron's school bag. When Ron shook his head, he sneered. "Then you will have to do without them, I'm afraid."
"What?! But that stuff burned my fingers!"
"Well, really, that is your own fault, you know, for not bringing your gloves." Professor Salisbury threw ron a tool in which to help him gouge out the cauldrons. "No magic is to be used, Potter, or I will purposefully make you go through this again. Now get to work. And get the rust off of them," he added as he sat at his desk, pulling a stack of essays toward him.
Ron, fuming, set down his school bag down beside Professor Salisbury's desk, put his wand inside the bag, and went again over to the cauldrons with the gouging tool Salisbury had given to him.
Three hours later, and Ron had got through cleaning over half of the cauldrons, though he had suffered dearly. His hands were rather badly burned, and they hurt every time Ron touched something or picked something up. Ron looked at the cauldrons had had not yet cleaned of the Brandwond Solution and rust. By counting quickly, he found that he only had five cauldrons left. Wanting to get things over as quickly as possible, he started to gouge out the next cauldron as fast as he could, while ignoring the pain from his hands and fingers.
As he cleaned each cauldron left, the pain in his hands intensified. Finally Ron had only one cauldron left, but when he looked inside, he groaned rather loudly.
"Something the matter, Potter?"
Ron gritted his teeth. "No."
"Good, now get back to work."
Ron loathed the thought of having to clean this last cauldron out, for inside was the largest yet bit of dried Brandwond Potion gone wrong. Gritting his teeth once more, he set to work.
By the time Ron was done, his fingers were in almost excruciating pain. It felt as though the skin on his hands were being stabbed with thousands of hot, sharp knives. Still gritting his teeth to keep from screaming, he retrieved his school bag, and was almost out the door when he heard his Potions teacher speak.
"Done, are you?"
"Yes," said Ron through his still gritted teeth. "Can I go?"
"Please do. I don't want to have to deal with you for company any longer. Good bye."
Ron left the class room, and proceeded toward the Entrance Hall. As he was walking up the Marble Staircase, he checked his watch, and found that it was 12:30 in the morning. He yawned, and hurried the rest of the way to the infirmary, to see if Madame Pomfrey could do something about his hands. After muttering something about things she'd like to do with Professor Salisbury (all of which sounded very hostile), she mended his hands in the blink of an eye.
It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when Ron entered the common room, and looking around, found Kelsey on their usual couch in front of the fireplace. On closer inspection, Ron realised that she was asleep. She was also in her pyjamas, but she was wearing a different night gown than the last one Ron had seen her wear. This one had straps as wide as Kelsey's thumbnails. From there, the gown went down in sort of the shape of a heart, perfectly framing her chest, and then went all the way down to her ankles. Ron could see, even in the dim light, that Kelsey's night gown was pink, and appeared to be made of silk.
Nice night gown, Ron though to himself, smirking. Wait a moment...why was he thinking stuff like that about his best friend...his girlfriend?
"Kelsey?" Ron whispered. He shook her slightly.
"What?" Kelsey answered sleepily. She opened her eyes. "Oh! Ron! I fell asleep waiting for you. Sorry." She sat up.
"It's ok," said Ron, sitting down beside Kelsey and giving her a quick kiss. "I'm back now. Let's get to bed. Bloody hell, I'm tired," Ron added, covering his mouth as he yawned. "Care for a good night kiss?"
"I'd loved one." Kelsey grinned.
Ron drew Kelsey into a passionate embrace, and then drew apart.
"Well, good night," said Kelsey, turning to go.
"Yeah, night."
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