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 chuckled as he read Snape's note on Tuesday. Malfoy, still under the innuendo spell was in detention here for McGonagall. It seems he had made reference to her transfiguring something into a phallic symbol at one point during the transfiguration lesson earlier in the day. Also joining Draco would be Ginny Weasley.

The youngest Weasley had exacted some revenge on her brother after he let it spill about everything he'd done to her, more specifically after he let it be known someone from the Slytherin House also knew it. Somehow Ron Weasley had ended up in the hospital wing with boils in a very personal place that even Madam Pomfrey was embarrassed to look at.

Malfoy was already sitting by Blaise muttering about professors who needed a shag, when Ginny Weasley literally skipped into the room. "Glorious brother free day wasn't it?" she smiled as she looked at Blaise. "I'm here for detention. Do your worst I'm in a good mood."

Draco snorted and said something under his breath.

"How's it hanging Malfoy?" smirked Ginny as she noticed the other Slytherin. Blaise chuckled at her choice of words, more so when Draco answered.

"Usual semi-erect around you," Draco answered under the innuendo spell.

"Don't you mean shriveled and to the left. That suits you better," she quipped.

"Wench! I have every right to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking."

"You know even with your dysfunction Death Eater family mechanics, I would like you would know that isn't the right way to do things."

"Enough," Blaise said trying to suppress a chuckle. "Weasley, Snape wants you to clean all the cauldrons sans wand, and Malfoy please don't make any comments about your own wand. I don't want to hear it. You are just to sit here and try not to get into anymore trouble according to Snape."

An hour later, Draco and Blaise were discussing Quidditch and more while Ginny Weasley had turned a large cauldron sideways and had half crawled on her hands and knees inside scrubbing it out with a brush.

Draco turned in his seat and watched her for a few moments, a evil smirk gracing his lips. "You know Weaslette," he grinned. "I rather like you being down on your knees in front of me."

"Draco," Blaise warned.

"Well I do like her that way, and look she's quiet to while she's working like a good pet."

"You arrogant son of a –" snarled Ginny from inside the cauldron.

"Back to work Weasley," Blaise shouted. "And don't provoke her Draco. Have you heard that Susan Bones tried to make a love potion and screwed up royally. She was suppose to place part in her cup and part in Creevy's cup, but she accidently put it in Longbottom's goblet instead."

"Bones and Longbottom," snarled Draco. "That's a dirty limerick waiting to happen."

"Like you have any room to talk," Ginny Weasley hissed under her breath.

"What did you say?" Blaise asked honestly not hearing the young redhead.

"I said," Ginny said loudly before she smirked and stood up. Placing her hands on her hips she looked right at Malfoy and cleared her throat. "I've got a limerick for him."

"There once was a boy named Malfoy,

who acted rather coy to annoy

but pity poor him no one cared for his whim

so he had to make do

using his hand or a toy."

"Why you –" a very irrate Draco Malfoy said as he got up and lunged for her.

Blaise jolted up and quickly restrained Draco. "Weasley I think that's all for tonight. Put everything back and then get back to your dormitory."

"Fine," she said still glaring at Malfoy. "And I'll have you know that whole episode was horrible for Neville and Susan. You should be ashamed."

"Fine, just go, and Draco sit down."

"What's going on here?" Snape's voice said as he entered the room.

"Just finishing cleaning up Professor," Ginny Weasley said as she struggled to put the large cauldron upright.

"When your done I have something else heavy I'd like you to lift," Draco said to her.

"That bloody hex hasn't worn off yet?" sighed Snape as he glared at Malfoy. "Miss Weasley, as a prefect, when you're done I would like you to escort Mr. Malfoy up to the infirmary and see if Madam Pomfrey has found anything yet to fix Mr. Malfoy."

"Give me a knife or some scissors and I'll fix him all right," she said to herself, but just loud enough for Blaise to hear.

"Mr. Zabini I require you to stay a few more minutes to help me grade some papers."

"Yes sir."

A half and hour later, Blaise left the potions classroom to check on Draco. As he entered the infirmary he was surprised to see his housemate sitting up on one of the beds with a pack of ice sitting in his lap.

"That's suppose to help the hex?" Blaise laughed.

"Bloody wench kneed me," Draco said as he adjusted the ice bag. "All I did was ask if she wanted to give me a hand with something."

"I bet," Blaise laughed.