Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other element of the story. Emily Black and her mother and brother are my creations so don't use without permission :) Sarah (sweets), Rilee, and Nephiro own themselves.

A/N: Sorry, once again. I had no time this week to write :)

Chapter 8: The Fine Detentions

Detention the next week was . . . eventful. Unlike last time. It was a full crowd in Snape's dungeon. Rilee was there for some reason I didn't want to know. Sarah was there because she was caught after hours in the school corridor. Nephiro and I were there for obvious reasons. And Harry and Draco were there because they got into a pissing fight at breakfast earlier that day. To say the least I didn't have to go in search of someone to kill.

Snape had us scrubbing the school cauldrons with our hands. Something Harry and I were used to, of course from me being my Aunt's slave. The others weren't so lucky to have done it before.

"So, let's all exchange stories," Sarah spoke up. I looked at her and growled. Everyone knew my story.

"I got to push Potter into a lake," Nephiro laughed. All of us, but Harry joined in. It was pretty funny now that I think about it.

"That's something that I've wanted to do since I was little," Rilee stated. We all looked at her.

"What? It's true." She glared at Harry and returned to scrubbing her cauldron.

"Why are you here Rilee?" Draco asked her.

"I got drunk."

"Haha. Like the sorting night?"

"Better." She smiled at Malfoy.

"You six!" All of us turned our gaze to Professor Snape, who was sitting at his desk. "Stop chatting and wash."

"How'd you get those streaks to stay so bright, Rilee?" Sarah questioned.

"Back at my old school my two best friends, Jenna and Karasu were playing . . . well experimenting and voila! When I went back home for the holidays the Malfoys had a fit."

"The Malfoys? You live with Draco?" This was a nice bit of information. I am glad someone decided to share it with me. The two of them laughed at me like I was a monkey in a zoo. "What?"

"Yes I live with Draco," Rilee replied, smirking at me like I had "moron" written on my forehead. She seemed to be mocking me with her red-tinted hazel eyes. I felt like there was stream coming out of my ears.

"Calm down Emi!" Draco said hoarsely. "She said she lives with me, not dating me!"

"Ew."

"That's nice Rilee. Now listen. Rilee's father left her in the care of my family. She is like a sister and nothing more!" I felt stupid. Of course she wasn't more than a friend . . .

"Malfoy. Black. Riddle. Get back to work!" Snapoe yelled at us.

"Riddle?" Harry spoke up.

"RIDDLE!" I yelled.

"Fuck!" Rilee screamed. She dropped the sponge in the cauldron and stood up quickly.

"Rilee!" Draco said, standing up as well. "Sit!"

"Sit?" Rilee cried. "You're telling me to sit!" She punched the desk hard, breaking flesh around her knuckles. Sarah gasped and reached over to look at Riddle's hands. Rilee just pulled it away and took a step back from the table. "Don't fucking touch me!"

"Is there a problem here?" Snape showed up next to the angry Rilee and smirked. Her eyes flickered with excitement and anger. He placed his hand on Rilee's shoulder and motioned for Draco to sit down with the other. "Now, we need to relax Miss Riddle. Killing people won't do any good."

"What do you know?" she muttered. She shrugged Snape's hand off and closed her eyes. Rilee clenched and unclenched her hands, forcing more blood to flow from her wounds. She opened her eyes again and retrieved her stupid sponge. Rilee grabbed a soapy cauldron and dragged it into a corner, planning to clean away from us. Snape walked back to his desk and sat down casually.

"Are you three planning on explaining that to us?" Nephiro asked, gazing at Harry, then Draco, and then at me.

"Not exactly." Draco leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. 'God, he is hot.' I thought, but this was not the time or the place for that. 'But, damn.' "Rilee's father is a wanted criminal who has entrusted his daughter with my parents."

"Not any criminal Malfoy! Riddle is Lor-" Potter was cut off by a loud shriek from across the room. I glanced over and saw Rilee wrapping her hand within her robes, biting her bottom lip.

"Miss Riddle. Go see Madame Pomfrey now. The rest of you, detention is over," Snape told us. I gathered my things and ran out the dungeon door, not wanting to talk about what just happened. Rilee and Draco lived together and no one told me! It's not the fact they do; it's the point of the matter!

"Hey Emi!" Draco was walking next to me, keeping up with my quick pace.

"Yeah, Draco?" I asked, slowly down a little.

"I was going to tell you-" I cut him off.

"When?"

"She is like a sister! Black, listen to me!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.

"Why should I listen?" He bent forward and kissed me hard. Shocked, I shoved him into the wall. I ran down the rest of the hallway. I fell back on to the cold stone and slid down it. I heard footsteps, drawing nearer then stop.

"Leave me alone Malfoy!" I hissed, thinking before I looked.

"Ouch. Thanks Emi." Zandyr's low voice rang in my ears like a fire alarm. I glanced up and saw him smiling, but he had a look in his eyes that read 'What's wrong?' He reached down, took a hold of my wrists and pulled me to my feet. I struggled to break free.

"Leave me alone!" I cried out, trying with all my might to get away. He couldn't help me. I just need to be alone. Why else would I be sitting in the hallway. . .

"What's wrong? Calm down!" he commanded me. I kicked him in the shin and yanked my hands away from the loosened grasp. "Emi!" I didn't care though. I threw a punch at his face but he managed to catch it with his hand. "Think before you act!" I tried to liberate my clenched fist but Zandyr tightened his grasp. I let out a cry of pain as I felt my fingers snap. He released my hand and I brought it close to my body. It throbbed, and the pain was excruciating. I held it to my face and tried to move my fingers, it only cause more pain.

"Bastard!" I called him. He looked like a bloody train hit him. Yeah, now it's the time to be feeling sorry.

"I'm sorry-" He began, but I walked away. Destination: Madame Pomfrey's office.

Madame Pomfrey's was empty, except for Rilee who was sitting on the end of a bed, letting the nurse fix her knuckles. Pomfrey looked up and saw me. She sighed and came over to where I was standing. "What happened Miss Black?"

"A couple of my fingers are broke," I answered quietly.

She took a hold of my wounded hand and shook her hand. "What on Earth did you do?"

"I ummm . . . hit it against a wall," I lied.

"Children these days. Take a seat next to Rilee and I'll be right back." I walked over and sat down.

"So, what happened Emi?" she questioned.

"I. . ." Stopped myself. Rilee just smirked.

"Well, it couldn't have been Draco, he wouldn't touch his perfect little butterfly." I blushed and stayed quiet, letting her go on. "Potter's too stupid. Let's see, who's left? Nephiro? Nah, she wouldn't do that. Sweets? Too blonde. I wonder who would have that amount of power . . . Only people I can think that would be down in the dungeons would be Slytherins."

"That's a no brainier," I murmured.

"Shuddup. I was being sarcastic you dork. Now, the only other Slytherin that would be wander the hallway is Mr. Prefect himself- Zandyr." I gulped loudly. "And if I'm not mistaken, Nephiro said Zandyr was quite strong." I chose to ignore she said anything about Nephiro and my brother being together.

"Are you hinting that my own brother did this?"

"Of course not- I'm telling you he did this. Why hint when I know?"

"Well. . ."

Madame Pomfrey bustle back into the infirmary. "Miss Riddle, you may go to your house." She got to her feet.

"Rilee-" I said. "Don't say anything." She nodded and left.

A/N: Edited Note And this chapter is short. So is the next. Don't scream and punch the screen. They didn't flow very nice. Lol. Oh man. Maybe I should explain the whole thing with Zandyr here. I looked at it and I can't think of anyway to rewrite it because I'm uncreative So, like, she is being mean and wants to be left alone. She gets angry because he is there, lol. She throws a punch and catches her hand, tightens his grip on it which ends up breaking some of her fingers. Get it? I know. He should know his own strength.