A/N – This story was begun before the 6th book came out, so anything that may have happened in that book has nothing to do with this story…Just thought I'd say that so that no one got confused in any way.
Chapter 1
Ginny was unreasonably furious at the moment, and to make things worse she had detention with Snape. She slammed the door behind her as she entered the potion room. Snape immediately looked up from his desk to look at her, an affronted look on his face, "Miss Weasley, I would think it best if you do not slam my door in such a manner Another detention to be fulfilled on Friday night. Tonight you will be scrubbing the floors. Of course there will be no use of magic, so hand over your wand." He said, sticking out his hand to take her wand.
She slapped it into his hand, then grabbed the bucket and scrub brush and started scrubbing the floor that was farthest from his desk. "Weasley, I have to go to a meeting, so another pupil of mine will be here supervising." With that he walked out. She looked up in time to see Malfoy walk in the room. Great. The perfect ending to a terrible day. First her and Colin had a fight, then she was almost late for detention, and now Malfoy's supervising her detention. Did the world hate her, she wondered?
She turned back to her scrubbing and ignored him completely. It seemed; however, the fates had different plans for her.
"Weasley, you missed a spot." He said, after she had finished scrubbing.
"And where would that be?" she asked calmly, scanning the floor. There was not a speck of dirt left on the floor.
"Right there." He said, pointing at a spot on the floor. There was absolutely nothing there.
"I think you're seeing things Malfoy, there's nothing there." She said.
"Are you sure, maybe you should look closer." He said, smirking.
She didn't have the time or the patients to deal with this right now. "Malfoy, there is nothing there." She said, angrily looking into his eyes.
"What do you call that then?" he asked, pointing to a spot that was clean just moments ago, "You did that didn't you!" she said.
"Maybe, maybe not." He said simply and carelessly at the same time.
She was even angrier than before now. She bent down and began to wipe up the new found mess, but it seemed that every time she cleaned up a spot it re-appeared where it was before. She was totally beyond furious now. She was seething. She stood up and turned to Malfoy, "You evil, conniving, ruthless jerk! You fixed it so that the mess never went away! I-You-grr." She couldn't seem to find the words. Then, he began to laugh. That was the last straw.
Suddenly there was a breeze flowing through the room, or at least it looked like it as her hair was waving around madly as a look of pure fire entered her eyes. He just stared at her. Suddenly, he got a very hot sensation on his leg. He looked down and saw that his pants leg was on fire. He looked up just in time to see her turn and run out the door.