Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6 in July.

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Blaise Zabini sat in front of the potion master's desk as Snape continued to issue him directions and belittle him for his actions. Honestly, how was he suppose to know that the girls showers had wards against that type of thing?

Overseeing a week of detentions wasn't that bad of a punishment really, Blaise thought. All he had to do was sit at a desk and make sure everyone did as they were told. How hard could that be?

Snape had already told him that he'd be watching Ron Weasley tonight in detention. Weasley had cursed Malfoy during potions with an innuendo charm, hence Weasley's detention tonight and Malfoy's (since he had made a rather off color comment about the potion master's hair) later this week once the spell wore off.

"Now to restate," snipped Snape. "Mr. Weasley will be in here in 20 minutes. He is to make the Conscious potion component of Veritaserum. To ensure he does it right he is to take the potion himself. If he fails at it make sure the idiot gets to the infirmary. If not, bottle it and put it on my desk. I will be back in two hours to make sure you have stayed for the duration if you can keep yourself from trying anymore embarrassing mischief upon the Slytherin House before then."

"I'll do my best sir."

Snape left after Weasley had arrived. Ron Weasley looked rather put out about the whole thing, but gathered his potion ingredients in silence and set off to work.

Blaise sat in Snape's chair and watched Weasley work on the potion. He wondered what sort of things he'd be hearing from Weasley. Surely the boy had enough to be guilty about, everyone does. Blaise wondered what exactly Ron would unload off his chest. It might be amusing he thought.

An hour later, Blaise was not amused. Ron Weasley, upon taking the potion was a blubbering idiot – not only that but Blaise was sure, based on what all Ron was telling him, that all the males of the Weasley family needed to be horsewhipped. All Ron had talked about since taking the potion was the horrors he and his brothers had put the lone Weasley daughter through.

"And then when she was six, Fred, George and I didn't want her to follow us to the pitch so we tied her up with some rope and threw her in the walk-in cupboard," he sobbed. "She managed to get out and met us at the pitch so we decided to trick her.

"We told her we were gonna' play Aurors and we were dark wizards. We used some muggle handicups dad had –"

"You mean handcuffs," Blaise scoffed. "And what was your dad doing with those?"

"Dad's got all sort of muggle stuff in the shed," Ron answered as he sniffed. "So we handicuffed her to the steering wheel of dad's car and went out to play again. An hour later she was back on the pitch. Her wrists were all raw and bleeding a bit. Mum had a right fit when she saw 'em and when she asked what happened Ginny never told. We were so mean to her!"

"Can we just skip ahead please?" Blaise begged as he put his head in his hands. He was beginning to seriously wonder if Ginny Weasley was in need of therapy or if she was just waiting for the opportune moment to exact her revenge on her brothers – possibly killing them. Merlin knows from what he heard tonight they deserved it.

"Then first year!" Ron said in a loud sob. "I was the important big brother. I was the one that was suppose to protect her and show her around Hogwarts. I couldn't even do that right. She wound up in the bloody chamber and Harry had to rescue her."

"I know all about the bloody chamber and Potter playing the bloody frigging hero," snapped Blaise. "Surely you must have some guilt about someone else – Granger perhaps?"

"Why would I be guilty about Hermione?"

"Merlin the whole bloody school knows the two of you are like cats in heat scratching and howling in those rows you have. I wouldn't be surprised if one of these days you two don't just end up shagging on the Gryffindor table during breakfast! Surely you've tried to cop a feel or check out her assets!"

"What?" Ron's voice squeaked as his face turned as red as a tomato. "Me and Hermione?"

"Oh bloody hell you are dense!" shouted Blaise. "Get out of my sight! Go up and apologize to you sister – Merlin knows she probably needs therapy just for putting up with you."

Unfortunately Ginny Weasley's reaction to her brother spilling everything about her to Blaise Zabini ended her up in detention the next day, with a Draco Malfoy who was still sputtering inuendos.