A/N: I love this writing fanfiction thing! As if being creative wasn't enough, I get awesome reviewers too. It's like a writers dream here. Even Stephan King can't argue with the ratio of good reviews I've gotten. Anyway, this is the chapter you've all been waiting for. The Detention! Yes, The Detention. All of my chapters will start with The for this story. I guess I just like the word, you know what else I like (maybe I've said this before?), reviewers!
Edjo- No, I'm just stringing you all along! Of course there'll be F/H interaction. It's sort of the basis of the story.
Ehlonna- I'm so excited too! I always write these before the chapter, so I can't wait tosee what I'll write next.
MioneandMalfoy- I agree. Some fluff is better then none. And I saw Cirque Du Soleil in person, it's so much better that way!
Jen Drake & Lady Emily- Thanks!
Khamsin- Merci!
xib- They are one of the best pairings. I usually like Hermione with a non-principal(ish) character. Like Fred, Draco or Oliver.
Seasonings- Darn me for stopping too!
TTandHPlover- I take it you're a young writer as well? If anyone really wants to know my age, I'll tell them. But I
don't see how it's relevant to how you write. I'll tell everyone this, I'm more then ten, but less then twenty.
"Sorry I'm late Professor." Hermione gasped, bending over to put her hands on her knees as she regained composure.
"It's fine Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley should be thanking you, as he appears the punctual one tonight." Professor Vector replied briskly.
Hermione threw Fred a menacingly glare, in response he merely raised his hands in mock innocence.
"It's a gift Professor." Alleged Fred, jokingly.
"Right then, Mr. Weasley. Now then, I expect you and Ms. Granger would like to know your punishments?" She quickly answered, turning her back to the students.
"Not particular-…" Started Fred, before Hermione discreetly elbowed him in the side.
"Ow!" Yelped Fred.
"What was that?" Asked Professor Vector, turning slightly to face them.
"It was nothing. I believe you were just going to tell us our assignment for tonight?" Stated Hermione through locked teeth.
"Oh yes. Now, normally I would have you polishing trophies. But it seems some unidentified students," she smiled suspiciously at Fred, who simply feigned content. "have charmed them all to shout if you touch them. So in light of that, I think cleaning the second floor girls bathroom should do nicely." Professor Vector finished.
"Am I allowed in there?" Asked Fred, nonchalantly.
"I'm surprised you would even ask. Follow me please."
Trailing behind her through the winding halls and moving stairways (one of which Hermione got stuck on), the group finally arrived at the entrance to the restroom.
"There isn't to much to do. I'll only ask you both to return the cleaning supplies to the cupboards when you're done. No need to come tell me when you're finished." With that, she spun on her heel, and began to make her way back to the Arithmancy wing.
"We might as well start," sighed Hermione, pushing open the door and walking to the storage cupboard. "I need to finish some Potions notes when we're through."
"I never thought, I'd see the day when Hermione Granger didn't finish her work at a reasonable time!" Fred grinned.
"Guess you're rubbing off on me a little too much then." She smiled back as she threw him a scrubbing brush and a bottle of solvent.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Fred asked lamely.
"Clean the loo of course." Answered Hermione, in a coquettish tone, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"How about you do that. And I'll clean the sinks?" Replied Fred, hopefully.
"Fine." She grinned.
The time after that passed slowly, with Hermione cleaning stall after stall, and Fred scrubbing away at the sinks. For the friends, it didn't feel slow. They talked and laughed, joking about all the professors, and Fred doing a horrible imitation of Snape.
"Bugger!" Fred shouted, as the tap he was wiping down suddenly came on, splashing him with water.
"What happened?" Asked Hermione, poking her head out of the end stall. Noticing his sopping wet shirt and hair, she laughed. "Well, just cast a drying spell. You'll be fine."
Boys. She grinned to herself.
"Easier said then done. I didn't bring my wand." He replied, looking downcast.
"I brought mine, hold on." She wiped her hands on a towel, and came out of the stall, picking up her wand as she passed the bench she'd set it on earlier.
"I never noticed that. You guys get a bench? We don't get a bench." Chuckled Fred, Hermione walking up to him laughing as well.
"Now there's a matter to take to the Headmaster. The boys restrooms should get benches!" She mocked, picking up the end of his shirt to perform the Drought charm. "That should do for now, but just incase, Impervius." She tapped at his shirt again, casting a charm to deflect future water from it.
"Thanks Hermione, I wouldn't want to splash my way back up to the dormitories." Beamed Fred.
"Oh it's fine. You might want to watch out next time though." She smiled, looking slowly up into his eyes, that were fixated on her. Almost by instinct, the both closed their eyes and leaned forward…
"What do we have here?" Screeched Moaning Myrtle as she whooshed out of the end stall, knocking over buckets and cleaning solutions with the wind she had created.
"I told you we should have used a quick scourgify." Groaned Fred, who twisted around when the door suddenly burst open.
"What was that racket!" Yelled the intruder. It was Snape.
A/n: I wrote the beginning of that chapter before I left Texas. Then I e-mailed it to myself, and finished it back in Boston. So if parts of it don't flow, sorry, it's midnight and I wanted to get this posted before tomorrow's classes (or today's classes I guess). Oh, and the Impervius charm is really in the books, but I searched high and low for the drying (drought) charm. Apparently, Ms. Rowling never included it. My mom suggested 'dryasdustum'… erm …no thanks.