Author's Note: Hello, again! Thank you so much, FlyingHampsterOfDoom, for reviewing! And sorry, this chappy is a lil shorter than I intended! And, no, they do NOT, I repeat, do NOT fall madly in love without any reason at all in just a split second time. It happens VERY, VERY gradually! Thanx again! On with the fic!

Two Detentions

Ginny woke up late the next day, which was bad, seeing as she had Potions first. 'If I had to be late for ANY class, Potions had to be it!' she thought grumpily. She quickly got dressed and rushed to the dungeons as fast as she could.

"Oh, Weasley!"

'Not today!' she thought, ignoring the voice.

"Weasley! I order you to stop!"

"Like you have any right to tell me what to do, Malfoy!"

"Actually, unlike you, Weasley, I DO have that power. Head boy, remember?"

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, only to stare into a pair of cold, piercing silver eyes. "Fine. What do you want?"

"McGonagall wants to see you. In her classroom, that is."

Ginny rolled her eyes. 'I've been up for less than 10 minutes and I'm already having a lousy day.'

"Are you going back to class, Malfoy, or do you have to escort me everywhere I go?"

"I am going back to class, Weasley. Transfiguration."

"Oh," she grumbled. 'Malfoy probably thinks I'm the dumbest person on the face of this Earth,' she groaned. 'Like I care what he thinks,' she thought, rolling her eyes. 'Of course I care, though. That's only because I care about what everyone thinks of me.'

When they got to the Transfiguration classroom, Ginny saw Draco give her one last satisfied smirk as she followed him inside.

"Miss Weasley. Come here please," Professor McGonagall called as she entered the room.

Ginny made her way to the front, receiving curious looks from Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

"Mr. Malfoy informed me that while patrolling the halls last night, he stumbled upon you. He said that he was taking points away for you being out past curfew, when you kicked him... ahem... in his... shall we say 'privates'. Is this true?"

"No, Professor." When Professor McGonagall gave her a curious look, Ginny said, "I kneed him, not kicked him."

"So the rest of it is true, then?"

Ginny knew that it was pointless to try and argue, so, defeated, she nodded. "Yes, Professor."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Miss Weasley. 5 points from Gryffindor and a detention will be in order. I will meet you in here as soon as you're finished with your dinner. Understood?"

"Yes, Professor."

"That is all. Good day."

Ginny did not leave but stared awkwardly at McGonagall. "Um... Professor?"

"Yes?"

"May I have an excuse for Professor Snape?"

"Doesn't Professor Snape know you're with me? You were in his class when Mr. Malfoy went to fetch you, were you not?"

"Not exactly."

"Oh. Would you care to explain?"

"I was coming out of the bathroom when Malfoy caught up with me. I didn't have any time to return to the dungeons and inform Sn... erm, Professor Snape, before I came."

"Here you are." Professor McGonagall handed Ginny an excuse for Potions and Ginny sighed with relief. She turned around and gave Draco one last reproachful look before leaving. He replied by giving her a smug triumphant look. As soon as she got out of the classroom, she read the excuse to make sure it was worded exactly right. She gave a triumphant punch in the air and headed to the dungeons.

"Miss Weasley. Do you mind explaining to me whey you're half an hour late for class?" Snape asked, absolutely delighted at the fact that he could take points off of Gryffindor on the first day.

'No. It's because you're an ugly git,' she wanted to say, but instead, held out the note saying, "I was with Professor McGonagall. Here's the note she wrote for me."

Every last bit of glee that Snape had was erased from his face. He snatched the note out of her hands, reading it over and over. He gritted his teeth and said disdainfully, "Take your seat, Weasley." He motioned to the blackboard that had chalk written on it. "You will not be given any extra time to finish the potion." He looked at her and malicious a smile appeared on his face.

'Oh, I wish I could slap that greasy-haired git and wipe that stupid smile off of his face.'

"Miss Weasley. Where are your things?"

She looked at her shoulder and realized she forgot her bag. 'Where do you think, you stupid oaf? In my dorm.' "I must have left them in my room, Professor."

"Well, 5 points from Gryffindor and a detention."

"But Professor-"

"Make that 10 points. Would you care to push it further?"

She sat there staring at her cauldron.

"And perhaps a zero for today. Maybe you'll think twice before you leave your things in your room next time."

The rest of the day didn't go anywhere as near as bad and she talked to Professor McGonagall about Snape's detention.

"Miss Weasley, I will simply have to inform Professor Snape that you were given detention by me first, then?"

"Well," Ginny said uneasily. "All I'm asking is that you move my detention with you to another night.... like tomorrow. I mean, because Snape is very hard to persuade."

"Professor Snape," she lightly corrected her. "Well, Miss Weasley. You have a point. Be here tomorrow night right after dinner. That is all."

"Thank you, Professor."

The day grew on and Ginny dreaded Snape's detention more and more.

"Don't worry about it, Gin," Colin said assuringly when Ginny told him her fears of what Snape might do at dinner. "He'll probably make you re-label all of the potions bottles or something. Just hope you don't have to clean out the room where he keeps all the potions. Bleh!" Colin shuddered as he remembered the time he had to do that in detention.

"Thanks, Colin," she said miserably.

"Ginny! Tell me something," Ron said, storming up to her.

"How is it the first day, and you already have 2 detentions?!"

"Ron, it's not that big of a deal," Harry said.

"Honestly, Ron. It's none of your business, anyway!" Hermione protested.

"How is it not any of my business?!"

"Because it just isn't!" Ginny yelled. "Nothing in my life is your business unless I MAKE it your business!"

"But, Ginny-"

"No 'buts'! Stay out of it, Ron."

"Fine. Will you please tell me how you got them, though? I'm not angry... I'm impressed," he said with a grin on his face.

Ginny half-heartedly smiled. "Okay. I got one with McGonagall for kneeing Malfoy."

Hermione gasped and Harry and Ron gave triumphant laughs.

"Where?" Ron asked, delighted.

"Um.. Where you guys taught me was the weakest spot for a boy..."

"Ginny! You didn't!" Hermione said, with her hands on her face, but giggling none-the-less.

"Good one!" Ron said.

"I thought he was walking oddly..." Harry said in thought.

"I thought he was waddling like a penguin, if you ask me," Ginny said, with a small grin on her face.

They all laughed at this. This eased Ginny up a lot.

"Um... Gin... What about the other one? There was two detentions right?"

"I forgot my books for Snape. Said I wasn't prepared."

"Don't worry about that, Gin. He gives out detentions because he's bored. That's what me and Harry concluded, anyway."

"You two deserve every single one of your detentions," Hermione said.

"Who? Us? NEVER!" he said, slamming down his fist in mock rage.