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A/N - This is a revised version of the origional chapter, with shorther A/N's and disclaimers. I just felt like being annoying, last time. Sorry. But anyways, if you read this, review. No matter what, even if you're reading it years after it's posted, just please review. Reviews are free, why not give one as a gift?

Detention

By: Selene 147

The bell rang over 5 minutes ago. Harry was late for class. He had gone to the library to finnish his essay on 'The Importence of Concentration In Transfiguring Animate Objects,' during lunch, but it was no use. He had no idea how he was supposed to write another foot and a half before that class started, and he lost track of time. Now Harry could be found sprinting through the corridors towards the Transfiguration classroom, half-finnished essay in hand. He would've asked Hermione, but no, she just had to get into that little fight with Ron. Lately she'd been so caught up in whatever it is that girl's think about when they are fighting with their boyfriends, that she even neglected taking notes in History of Magic. It was obviousley serious.

McGonnagal was already close to going over the edge. There was a miss-pronounciation in one of her third year classes, and she feared she would never completely rid her hair of the orange goo. How the child had mannaged to turn her desk into jello would forever remain a mystery to her. She had never even heard of a spell that did that before! But then again, she'd never had a reason to know that it existed, either. Lovely, now she could feel a twitch developing in her left eye.

Everyone was sitting at their respective desks, getting out their homework to turn in. Scanning the room, McGonnagal saw that Mr. Weasley was sitting in Mr. Potter's usual seat, but Mr. Potter was nowhere in sight. She made a mental note to take a point off Gryffendor for his tardiness, then set the class their assignment for today.

"Sorry I'm late, Professor." Harry came bursting through the door, out of breath, and went to sit down.

"Hey, Ron, why are you in my seat?"

"Well, as Hermione and I are no longer a couple," said Ron, "I felt it would be safest if I had more distance."

"Fine," said Harry, sitting behind Hermione, "but I'll have you know that this break-up is now having severe ramifications on me."

McGonnagal overhears this, and, being in the cross mood she's in, can't help but make a comment. "Ooo, Ramification, nice word Jug head. Get to work."

Harry turns around to face Ron, who is sitting behind him, "You see? Now McGonnagal knows I'm in the class."

"It's just logistics, Harry. If I were sitting in that seat, I could still smell her hair, hear her breath, watch her sweater go up as she raises her hand..."

"Hey, hey, please stop before you say something I really don't want to hear. I'll sit here for you, but I'm only between you two, ok, I'm not in the middle of you. And also because I fear for her safety.

Seamus searches through his backpack, but comes up empty-handed. He leans over to Hermione, and asks he a question. "Hey, Hermione, can I borrow that big quill of yours?" Hermione is just about to give it to him when Harry stands up and runs over to Seamus.

"They're not divorced, Seamus, It's just a trial separation, and don't think I don't know what borrow a quill means, because I do.

Ron stands up to get Harry to calm down. "Hey, thanks for not getting in the middle of this, Harry."

Ginny, who happens to be taking NEWT Transfiguration, as well as some other advenced subjects turns to Harry. "He was just asking for a quill, really."

With an evil glint in his eye, so rarely seen, he replies, "I know what he was asking for and if he asks again, I'll stab him through the heart with that big quill." At this point he stares pointedly at Seamus. "You hear me Seamus, huh?"

Ginny is beginning to fear for Harry's sanity. "Why is Harry so obsessed with you two?" She asks Hermione.

"I don't know, but he's almost taking it harder than Ron and I." Ginny is very confused.

At this point, McGonnagal, who, in her opinion, has been patient with this class to level she never thought possible, interupts. "We will return to The Young and the Restless after this word from your Transfiguration professor. And here is the word, shut up!

Harry stands and addresses the teacher. "Professor McGonnagal, I'm sure if you recall the pain of being stabbed in the back by a girlfriend--

"I didn't stab him, he stabbed me!" Hermione stands up and glares at Harry.

Ron stands, looking very hurt. "I'd stab myself before I'd stab you. Seamus, give me that quill."

"I don't have one." sighed Seamus.

Professor McGonnagal grabs her wand off the desk and turns to face the students, angrily. "Now listen, this class will not be more interested in the romantic goings on of it's students, than it is with what ever the hell I'm teaching." She slams her wnad back down on the desk and continues, "Weasley, go sit in that vacant dest on the right side of the room, Granger, that one on the left, right now." she claps her hands, "Lets go!"

Harry gapes at her for a second. "Professor, no, you can't do that, you're contributing to the furtherance of their apartness."

"I am trying to teach a class here. Now, Mr. Potter, please explain the neccisary wand movement used to transfigure a body of water into a geaseous substance. You should know this if you paid attention to what I was explaining yesterday."

"Oh, don't try to change the subject." Harry sits, but does not answer her question. The class is talking in the background.

McGonnagal yells, "Quiet! One more crazy interuption, and all you nuts are going into detention!"

At this moment, the door flies open, and Filch walks in, empties the garbage can, and glares at the students menacingly, and then leaves.

"Oh, that's it!"

After dinner that evening, the Gryffendor seventh years (and Ginny) could later be found in the Transfiguration classroom, many of whom were feeling rather cross at Harry, Ron and Hermione, McGonnagal, and Filch, because they were there for no reason whatsoever, and had better things to do than sit in a classroom.

"I didn't think seventh years still got detention." said Ron to Harry, who had his head on his desk.

McGonnagal looks up at Ron. "They do when they act like two year olds."

Mimicking, Ron muttered "They do when they act like two year olds." Harry and Ron both laugh at this.

"Mr. Weasley, when one mocks someone, one should wait until they're not looking right at them."

"Ah, but you see I'm not in my regular seat."

Professor McGonnagal stands up at her desk to address the class, "This is detention people, that means no talking, no moving, no fraternizing, for the next hour and a half. She walks to the door.

"Where are you going, Professor?" asked Harry.

In truth she was planning to step into Hogsmeade for a drink, but she couldn't exactly tell him that. "I am not in detention, Mr. Potter, I can do as I please, and don't for a moment think that because of my absence from this room that you're not being watched." She leaves.

Ron sits back, care free, with his hands behind his head.

"All I wanted was a quill." Seamus muttered angrily.

"Oh shut up Seamus. You're lucky to even be here."

"I don't happen to see it that way."

Harry gets up to leave. Before he reaches the door, Hermione asks "Where do you think your going?"

"Well, if we're going to be in here for over an hour, then I'm going to the kitchens for a snack." He turns the knob, but the door won't open. "Huh. Can you believe this? McGonnagal locked us in." He pulled out his wand and did alohomora, but the door stayed locked.

"She can't do that, it's against the Wizengamot's Convention of Detention. Fred and George know all about it." said Ron.

Harry see's Filch through the glass pane on the door, and runs back to his seat. Filch stops by the door, and looks inside at the students, making sure no one is misbehaving.

"Whoa!" the students whisper among themselves, severely creeped out.

"Hey, does anyone else think he works on that look?"

Harry and Ron each get up to try to talk to Filch through the door. "Hey, there's no need to glare at us like that, we arn't doing anything wrong."

Hemione is frantically trying to get there attentinon. "Hey!" she hisses at them, "What do you think your doing? Do you honestly think Filch, of all people, is going to unlock the door? Sit down before you get us all into more trouble!"

Ron ignores her

"It's worth a try, 'Mione." said Harry. "Hey, uh, were kinda locked in. Do you have a key or anything?"

Filch picks up the key that will open anything, regardless of any password or charm set on it. He holds it in front of the window, mockingly.

"Great! Can you unlock the door, some people may need a bathroom break in here. I know your the one who does the cleaning in this school, so it would kind of be in your own best interests too."

Filch smirks and puts his key in his pocket, then walks off. Something in his demeanor says, 'That's what detentions are for.'

Hermione gets up and walks to the door, rather freaked out. "Okay. This is definately getting scrary."

Ginny rushes to Harry and gives him a hug, "What's going on?"

Harry smiled at her. "How would I know? But whatever it is, I like it."

Suddenly there is a gust of wind that comes from apparently nowhere. The diagram of animal transformations on the bood sunnedly flaps up. On the blackboard underneath, the words 'NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE' were written in blood. The students all stand near the door in fear. Ginny screams loudly and points at the writing.

Seamus was getting a stange deja vu feeling. Then he looked at Ginny. Oh yeah...

Harry paled. "Now I don't like it as much."

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