A/n: Yay! The director let the cast out early today, and I'm just dancing like crazy for it. This musical is much stricter then the last play I did. Right now I only have rehearsals twice a week. But after vacation that turns into every school day, then that turns into every school day and Saturday. Thankfully, it all ends in February before the graduating class trip. I don't think the about-to-be grueling schedule will affect my updates to much.

Oh, and did anyone hear that JK Rowling's announcing the release date of HBP sometime tomorrow (which might be today by the time this get's posted)?

Pink-lemonaide-86- Good to know.
LupinFan227- Hermione with anyone off-center is fine with me (I draw the line at Dumbledore, Hagrid, Filch, etc.). And I suppose having a beta wouldn't be horrible. Call this response an ad to any readers?
Khamsin- Only by day…and night…and life…Thanks!
Crazycruzet212 and Lord-Voldemort- Thanks!
abrar- That's so nice! I always thought creativity was a good thing. I'm tempted to shove that review in my English teachers face. She gave me a paper back today saying it was "too creative to work as a summary."..Um, excuse me for trying to make 'Catcher in the Rye' sound interesting?

Disclaimer: I-…you-…not-…Oh whatever.

By dinner that night, Fred's grin had become permanent. Everyone knew he was normally happy, but not that excited. George and Lee, hearing the story from a breathless Fred (who'd run the length of the castle to find them) that morning, fielded questions with the explanation of a Skiving Snack-box gone wrong.

Hermione, however, was a different story. She sat at the end of the table, depressingly poking at her breakfast. Looking up only at Ginny, who gave her an encouraging smile and glance at Fred, each time.

By the time Hermione had decided it was no use to attempt to eat anything around him, she was offhanded by a bustling Professor Mcgonagall.

"Mr. Weasley…no not you George, or you Ron, Fred and Miss Granger."

She looked at them discerningly, making Hermione shift uncomfortably as she noticed the Professor was sensing something wrong.

"Unfortunately, Professor Snape is not feeling well, much to his displeasure I assure you." Minerva didn't seem to notice as Fred's already maniacal grin grew wider. "It's fallen to me to oversee your detention."

"We're not going to be in the Girls restrooms again, are we Professor?" asked Hermione, sneaking a look at Fred, who was suddenly interested in the treacle tart in front of him.

"No Miss Granger, I believe you'll be writing lines tomorrow night." McGonagall answered.

"Okay Professor." Said Hermione.

"You both should report to my office at exactly 6 p.m. tomorrow evening. Failure to do so will result in extra detentions." She turned on her heel up to the staff table.

"Excited?" Asked Fred, trying to appear downcast.

"Oh…extremely." Answered Hermione distractedly, quickly getting up from the table. "Better head off the the common room…loads of homework."

She set down her fork and took one last sip of pumpkin juice, before nodding toward Ginny, who stood and followed her out the large wooden doors.

"That was hard, wasn't it?" Inquired George, nudging Fred in the side.

"Oh…extremely" He replied, mimicking Hermione.

A/n: I lied. That had no substance did it? Fret not. I have nothing to do tomorrow but go to the mall for a History project (no kidding), so hours will be wasted on this computer and the chapter will BLOW YOU AWAY! Or at least give you a very nice peace of mind in case I don't update over the holidays.