Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter. And if anyone tries to sue me, well, you are extremely stupid.

I slowly opened the door to the Potion's classroom. I was hoping that if I was quiet enough no one would notice me. I had no such luck.

"Ms. Weasley, how nice of you to join us. I was beginning to think that you were not going to show up. Too bad you did, I was looking forward to giving you another detention. Please, have a seat," said Snape. I swear that man was pure evil.

I looked around the room for a seat and decided that he was defintely evil. The only desks that were there were two tiny ones, facing each other from either wall. So I was going to have to sit here in detention staring at Malfoy the entire time. Oh joy. I took my seat and stole a glance across the room. Draco did not seem to be any happier than I was to be here. He noticed that I was looking at him and looked up to meet my gaze. You know, he has really nice eyes, they are nice and cool, and per…Oh shit! What am I saying? He had the most horrid eyes I had ever seen. Yes, that was it. I quickly looked away and out of the corner of my eye I could see Malfoy's smirk.

"Ms. Weasley! Would you please pay attention! I have been trying to tell you for the past minute that you must clean all the cauldrons in the back of the room. But you seemed to have been occupied with other things," he said as he nodded his head in the direction of Malfoy.

"And Mr. Malfoy, would you please keep an eye on the young Weasley while I am gone? I shall not expect to return, I have unfinished business to attend to with Dumbledore, we have to prepare for this Hogesmeade weekend. And, a little advice, don't close the door; it locks on its own. Good night Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Weasley." He then left with a sneer.

Well, this is great. I get to be stuck with Malfoy all by myself as he watches me clean the cauldrons; at least Snape won't be here.

"I think that I am going to get started," I said as I stood up from my seat and headed over to the sinks.

"Good thing, those cauldrons aren't getting any cleaner by themselves," he said coolly as I walked across the room. He is so impossible!

I shuffled my way offer to the sinks and started scrubbing. I felt a pair of eyes upon me and turned my head to Draco's meet gaze before he looked away and said, "Good thing he asked you to do the cleaning, it seems you have a lot of experience with the matter."

"Yes it probably is," I said back, "seeing as you have been spoiled rotten all your life and probably don't even know how to tie your own shoe laces."

"At least I can afford shoe laces."

I looked back at him with hurt eyes. "You know Malfoy? I feel sorry for you. Obviously you feel that you have to pick on others' weak spots so you can feel better about your self. I can't imagine having that low of a self regard that you feel like you have to treat people like that. I am sorry."

"I don't need people feeling sorry for me, Weaselette. Especially filthy, mudblood loving ones like you."

"You know what? I don't have to take this! You can stay here and clean these cauldrons for all I care, I am leaving." I then proceeded to walk to the door.

All I wanted to do was leave that little room. But, I suppose that Malfoy had other plans, because right as I went to open the door he shot out one hand right next to my head and shut it. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he said, "You are not leaving this detention, you are going to stay here and clean those cauldrons like Snape ordered you to!"

I quickly spun around and met his cold, piercing stare with my fiery, angry one. "You have no authority to tell me what to do! I am going to leave, whether you like it or not!"

"I don't care if you don't want to listen to me!" he yelled back. "You are going to stay here!"

I made another grab for the door, but stopped before I reached it. I then looked at Draco with horror. "Draco, what the hell did you just do?"

I think he was a little taken aback by the use of his name, but, he quickly got over the shock. "What do you mean, what did I do?" he asked.

"I mean," and now I yelled, "what the hell did you just do!"

"I just closed the door. The last I knew, it wasn't a crime."

"Yes, you just closed the door," I said solemnly.

"What the hell are you getting at, damn it! Oh my God," he said sarcastically, "so I closed the door. What are you getting a…" The realization finally hit him.

How stupid can he be? All I wanted to do was leave this horrible class room, but no, the angry prat just had to have his way. This really, really sucks.

"Do you even realize what this means?" I yelled.

"Yes, Weaselette, I realize what it means. Well, at least now I do. And don't worry your pretty little head off. Someone will realize that I am gone and they will come and get me, and you will be freed also."

"You idiot," I screamed back, "don't you get it? It's the weekend! A Hogsmeade weekend at that! Snape said that he was not going to come back, and everyone is going to be gone tomorrow! No one is going to realize that we are gone! Then they will be too busy talking about their day on Saturday night to realize that we are missing! No one pays attention to me, so they won't care if I am gone, and you," I said as I poked his chest rather harshly, "you make life so miserable for everyone that even if they do realize that you are missing, they won't go looking for you!"

"Damn it Weasley, you're right. Well, what the hell are we going to do about it?"

"We just have to wait." I said quietly back. This was going to be a interesting weekend.