A/N: It seems to be the consensus that this is my best story. Yay! 'Cause it's my favorite too! But a lot of my reviews have me thinking everyone thinks this chapter will be the detention. Sorry! Haha, I'm not that nice. No worries mates, the detention will be up late today as well. Or sometime tomorrow. Life doesn't really go on a schedule (that means tomorrow). I can't really think of anything else for an authors note…So how about I try that 'thank all your reviewers' thing?
MioneandMalfoy- I can be full o' fluff when I want to be, but trust me, the detention won't be entirely fluff.
Queen of Harry Potter- Thanks!
Jen Drake- Your so sweet! Any chance of being related to the Drake Oil family (I am)?
FlavaGurl- I do the same thing. It's probably why I like the stories with Hermione and the cutest guys!

Disclaimer: You caught me! I don't own Harry Potter. Scandalous!

It was dinner in the great hall. The sky, or ceiling, was clear with a few clouds to the west. Not that any of the Gryffindor's would notice. They were all to busy anticipating what would happen when their biggest prankster and biggest bookworm had a detention together. All of them but Ron, that is.

"Pass the salt 'Mione?" asked Ron, his fork poised to stuff what looked like an entire crab cake into his open mouth.

"I-can…- turtle..- horror- They can't make me!" she declared in response.

"Um, I think that's a no Ron." Harry said uncertainly.

"Ugh. I'm sorry you guys, I've been out of sorts for hours now." She sighed, beating her head softly against the wooden table.

"Oh. Well, are you going to eat that?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Take it."

"Don't worry Hermione," said George, leaning over from where he was seated with Fred, Lee and most of the Quidditch team. "I heard Fred talking, it doesn't seem like he's going to give you to hard of a time."

"Well that's reassuring." Hermione answered worriedly, trying to manage a small smile.

She could of spent more time dwelling on what George had said, that Fred had even thought of how he was going to treat her. She could of thought about, how she'd pictured their detention together. What she thought would happen, the outcome. If at that moment a giant blonde ferret and his minions hadn't shown up.

"So Granger, I heard you got a detention with Weaselbee." Draco sneered, Crabbe and Goyle taking matching expressions from behind him.

"You heard? Does that imply you were listening about me?" She tried to keep a straight face at his protestations. "No big deal, I heard that Moody's been meeting with Dumbledore again." Hermione smiled as the table of Gryffindor's had a laugh over Malfoy's shocked expression. He'd never quite gotten over the little transfiguration incident in 4th year.

"Mudblood." Draco finally remarked, before stalking back over to the Slytherin table.

"I think that ends the dinner drama for me," Hermione stated "I should probably head up to the dormitories and change. Knowing Professor Vector, we'll end up scrubbing trophies."

Hermione stood up, and brushing off her midnight blue robes, headed out of the Great Hall.

Five minutes later, a very excited looking Fred stood up to announce his departure to the table.

"What, no changing for the work?" shouted Alicia from the end of the table.

"I think I can take it." He grinned as he walked off towards the Arithmancy corridor.

Arriving in the classroom, he found it empty of all but Professor Vector. Until a very windswept looking Hermione stumbled into the classroom.

Only Hermione would run to be on time for a detention

"Well Mr. Weasley, now that Ms. Granger is here, I think we can begin." The professor said, standing up to survey her two students.

A/N: So…I started this story earlier this afternoon. Then I went to Cirque Du Soleil; Varekai, then out to dinner. As you can guess, it's a bit late. My young little (wouldn't want my age to affect how you perceive my writing…I'm not some crazy 40 year-old house wife…less then half that actually) body just couldn't muster up the inspiration to write another chapter tonight. But I know y'all wouldn't want a half-thought out chapter anyway (which all the chapters I posted last night are, admittedly). Oh well, how was this one?