The Joys of Levitation
"BLAISE ZAMBINI, I KNOW YOU'RE THE ONE WHO LACED MY FOOD WITH GROUND FIZZING WHIZBEES! WHEN I FIND YOU YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!" Screamed Hermione Granger, as she stormed into Head Tower, if it can, indeed, be called storming when you're floating anywhere between three and five feet off the ground.
"Now, now, Dearest, it isn't nice to make unfounded accusations against people. After all if no one can prove it, it never happened; The Slytherin Rules of Acquisition, number 23. Besides, you told me that just once in your life you'd like to be able to look down on me." The dark Slytherin, who also happened to be head boy for the writer's convenience, replied.
"What if I could prove it? What then?" Asked Hermione, slyly.
"I'd eat an Acid Pop."
"What use is that to me?" Questioned Hermione, "If anything, it would give me more work to do, as you be spending a day or two in the Hospital Wing."
"What do you want me to do if you can prove I did it?"
Blaise was frankly shocked at the sly tone of voice Hermione was using, and the almost Slytherin type smirk that was gracing her delicate features. She could have been a Slytherin, if she put her mind to it, he realized, surprised that it had never occurred to him before. But before he could continue this train of thought the residual traces of Fizzing Whizbee disappeared, and Hermione toppled the the floor, and he reached out instinctively to steady her.
"A slave would be nice..." Hermione drawled.
"Slavery has been outlawed since 1807 in the muggle world, and 1893 in the wizarding world, so unless you propose breaking the law, I'm afraid I can't agree to that." Blaise replied smugly.
"If there was a way, you agree to the terms?"
"I do, under the prevaling condition that if it is not possible to uphold my end of the bargain without breaking the law, I owe you nothing." Blaise responded carefully.
"Done." Answered Hermione.
True to her word a week later Blaise held an envolope in his hands with two notes on it the first being: Blaise, In your hand you hold an envolope containing a recording charm of what happened in the kitchens one week ago. This copy will only play once before self-destructing, so open it where you can study it closely and prove to yourself that it isn't fake. -Hermione
The second notice stated, Zambini, the law you mentioned has been around for more than a hundred years, witches figured out a long time ago that it isn't illegal if you call then you're boyfriend, instead of you're slave. Love, Your Girlfriend, Hermione Granger
P.S.-as no specific time frame was mentioned, this arraingement will continue until I tire of you.