A/N: I am absolutely ecstatic! The first day my story was up, I already had more reviews than I had anticipated. Six! Okay, that doesn't sound like much, but my other story got 7 reviews for its first 3 chapters . . . which I'm still working on . . . so six is a lot; at least for me. Now, I think it's the summary that really catches people's eyes, but then again I'm the author, so I wouldn't know. Anyways, I'll stop my rambling and continue Too Far Gone on its second chapter. *takes deep breath* *exhales* *starts hyperventilating all over again* *puts on serious face* All right then, let's get it on! (This chapter is dedicated to my very good friend and reader, Chrystal; Happy Birthday! And x0 .Rhiannon. 0x ; you are my first reviewer! Yay! ^_^ Thanks so much to all my other reviewers, and who knows? Maybe you're name will be up here too, if you just review! *hint, hint*)

Disclaimer: now why would I ever want to own something like this? Something like Harry Potter? Oh yeah, maybe because it's the coolest thing in the world and because it's made billions of dollars? Hmm, I should consider identity theft . . . Oops . . . did I write that? ^_^ Hehe, just kidding! *-* er, yeah . . . don't own it and not planning on stealing it (any time soon). ^_-

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Draco looked around the dungeon Dumbledore called a classroom. In all reality, he absolutely loathed the dungeons. It reminded him of the dark days he would spend wandering the vast and complex tunnels and dungeons of his own home; Malfoy Manor. But it also reminded him of the power he held; and it was all because of his surname: Malfoy. One surname was all it took to change someone's opinion of you; take Potter for example. The Potters were an unlikely couple, but loved each other with a passion stronger than life itself. Both were members of the Order of the Phoenix, experts in ridding of the dark. Their son also took up this challenge, even as a baby, and Harry Potter became known as the most famous "wizard" (in Muggle books) in the world, aside from Albus Dumbledore and perhaps even Lord Voldemort.

Draco watched his fellow students carefully, it was part of his nature as an observer, for he was a Malfoy and Malfoys observe everything as to predict future antics of the person that Malfoy is watching. Stupid little Weasel, thought Draco as she went and sat down on the floor next to her cauldron. But he had to give her credit for trying to fight a losing battle against him. She picked up her sponge from inside the huge cauldron and her disgust showed on her face seeing that she was holding it with the tips of her thumb and index finger as if it were the most repulsive thing on the face of the earth. On second thought, cleaning a cauldron—previously used by Snape—probably was the most repulsive thing on the face of the earth.

Isn't calculus some complex form of algebraic mathematics? That would explain my ignorance to it . . . so what's algebra again? Alexa thought, a baffled look on her face. To Draco, it looked as if she were trying to ask the cauldron why it couldn't just clean itself.

Elizabeth and Ginny kept taking turns directing scowls and sneers towards Draco, and his smirk began to fade as his annoyance became more apparent.

Soon Draco began to wonder what it was that was taking that Boggle girl so long in Snape's potions cupboard. Probably got lost in it, he thought, an amused smirk forming on his face.

But Little Amber Boggle wasn't lost at all. In fact, she was actually quite well, rummaging through Snape's office, searching for her wand and those of her friends'. The room was a smaller version of his classroom, except for the desk piled high with parchments and a huge boiling, cauldron about the size of those that were currently being scrubbed clean by the semi-innocent girls outside. Shelves aligned the walls near the ceiling, sporting various internal organs preserved in formaldehyde. Little Amber began poking around through filing cabinets and desk drawers, hoping to find four wands.

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Ron couldn't figure out why, but for some very odd reason, his sister had happened to land herself in detention with Draco Malfoy. From what he had heard, however, it had been for the fact that Ginny had given Malfoy some bunny ears on his bum, but that was definitely beyond her.

Harry and he were, at the moment, in the common room of the house Gryffindor, contemplating whether 'extraneous factors will come into play of the Sagittarius' life including severe inflammation of the toe implying he/she should beware of red nail-polish on Wednesday' was a good enough 'prediction' for their Divination homework or not.

'You know, I think hairballs and breath-mints falling from the sky was a better idea, mate,' Harry said, his quill tip at his forehead.

'But why would Ginny give Malfoy bunny ears?' asked Ron to himself more than to Harry.

'Dunno. Should we ask the tea leaves?' Harry suggested, drinking up the last of his tea and swirling what remained around with the tea leaves as to make something of the tangled herbs.

'Naw, you'll probably find the grim or a cat in there more than once,' answered Ron.

'Or Malfoy with bunny ears on his butt,' Harry said, snickering.

Ron rolled his eyes.

'Now Harry, you don't believe that rubbish, do you?' Ron asked his friend disbelievingly.

'Yes,'

'Yes!' Ron repeated. 'Why?'

'Aw, c'mon, Ron! This is Ginny we're talking about, second hand to both Fred and George, remember? She had always been the "prankster" of the lot, aside from the twins, of course; but who loved Extendable Ears, Dungbombs, and Fizzing Wheezbees the most?' Harry reasoned.

'You may be right, mate,' Ron said most sincerely, then smirked, 'We have to ask her how she got bunny ears on his arse! Can you imagine that? First Malfoy the Amazing Bouncing Ferret, and now Malfoy the Amazing Bunny Butt!'

Harry and he chortled the rest of the night, telling of fantasized accounts of what they could do to Malfoy, completely forgetting their Divination homework.

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She had found them. Little Amber had found the wands on a shelf just below the cows' eyes. And she was very proud of her finding. Let's see what these can do to wipe the stupid smirk off old Draco's face, she thought as she happily replaced everything and closed the door of the office behind her. She carefully proceeded in the darkness of Snape's quarters and into his cupboard, also securing the camouflaged door behind her, careful not to arouse any reactions from the greenish-liquid in the vials on its racks. She stopped before the corner of the little corridor inside the closet and took a deep breath, willing herself not to glow as much as she wanted to and appear impassive, at all costs.

Amber could just see the appalled look on Malfoy's face; almost as surprised as when he got that little mole living in his ear. Poor thing! (the mole, not Draco) It had to come into contact with Malfoy! Good thing Madam Pomfrey killed it and spared it of any further pain.

As she rounded the corner, she could not even glance at her friends in fear she would burst out laughing and blow her cover. She carefully found some *Acromantula essence, Lobalug lung, Bundimun Brew, Unicorn hair, and Sea Serpent skin* as to 're-label'**, though she wouldn't because she was armed.

Upon entering the dungeons and setting down the potion ingredient-filled bottles, Little Amber pocketed her friends' wands and kept hers up her sleeve. She would wait until the absolute opportune moment (~POTC~) to strike, though it had to be within the next fifteen minutes, or else the counterattack on Draco would occur a few minutes prior to their release from detention. She ripped the moulding parchment off the Acromantula essence, picked up her quill and dipped it into the provided inkwell and wrote out: A-C-R-M-A-N-T-U-L-A  E-S-S-E-N-C-E in her elegant script.

She kept an eye on the clock—a waste of time really, since it didn't really tell time, for it had twelve hands and all these little planets orbiting out on the sides—above Snape's desk. The fifth smallest hand had passed the pink planet twice. Action time! Amber smirked; this was going to be fun.

Little Amber got up, as casually as she could, and chose the least-messy of the ingredients, the sea serpent skin, placing it in her left hand, and the other bottles she kept in her cloak pocket. As she walked by the girls on the floor with the three cauldrons in their faces, she 'dropped' the sea serpent skin. The vial met the stone floor in a shattering 'CRACK!'

Feigning surprise, Little Amber bent down to pick it up, slipping Ginny the other three wands. She winked at her, and Ginny wore an impressed sort of expression and raised her eyebrows, signaling Amber would have to explain herself later.

At the moment, Amber was picking up the pieces of glass from the floor and Draco came to inspect her 'clumsiness.'

'Stupid Boggle,' Draco muttered, taking out his wand. 'Reparo!' At the incantation, the glasses from Amber's hand whipped out of her reach, reuniting with the remaining pieces of glass on the floor.

Alexa felt something poking her in her side. It was Ginny . . . with her wand! Her eyes widened with a mixture of astonishment, disbelief, and fear. Her mouth already hanging open, she whispered, 'How did you—?'

Ginny silently nodded her head in Amber's direction on the floor in front of her cauldron. She grinned with pride and behind her, Alexa could see Liza's eyes sparkling. It seemed she was dazzled with the wand in her hands.

Liza looked at her wand and hugged, closing her eyes—passionately. 'Oh! I've missed you so! You've no idea how much I've needed you in the past hour!' she whispered excitedly.

Malfoy glanced over at Liza.

She quickly found the item nearest her; the sponge—of all things—and hugged it, replacing the wand which had slid up her sleeve, as to protect Malfoy finding her wand.

Draco raised an eyebrow in suspicion. I think I should report to Snape cleaning cauldrons isn't healthy—at least not mentally. Some build of character this is doing! It's only driving these stupid Gryffindors nearer to mad!

Thoughts of all the things she could do with her wand flashed through her head. Oh, little wand . . . how enticing you are now that I have you in my grasp! And to think all I have to do is mutter a quick spell! Hmm . . . should I use one of Dean and Lee's spells? To give him dreadlocks would be—er, dreadful . . . hmm, cornrows! Ha! It's possible with all that long, awful hair! No, too complicated—I might contort some of his braids into a hairy ferret on the back of his head if I get too into the 'Pitatrensa!' incantation . . . oooooh! What about an afro?!

Little Amber, seeing Liza had her wand sliding up her sleeve, poked hers out of her own sleeve of her long black robes. She aimed it in the direction of the open cupboard. A bottle or two shook as she chose a crimson liquid-filled vial on the left rack. As Malfoy had his back turned, preoccupied with the task of putting the sea serpent skin back into its bottle and keeping an eye on the "mental-one" Liza, Amber saw it fit to make a distraction in order to escape the raw dungeons. She muttered a soft 'Wingardium Leviosa!' and the crimson liquid-filled vial floated in mid-air. From her place in the classroom next to Malfoy, she flicked her wrist—as everyone should know the common 'swish and flick' of a wand is required to perform this charm—and made it subtle enough with the hum of a tune; swaying in place as if dancing to a song made her wrist swish and flick. Then she let it go. She didn't let her song stop abruptly until the glass shuttered in the cupboard a few meters away.

Draco spun around, snapping his head automatically in suspicion of the Weasley girl behind him.  'What the—?' But she couldn't have shattered a glass so far away without a wand . . . she hadn't thrown her sponge over his head and into the cupboard, consequently shattering an ingredient container in the process, had she?

He stalked over to the cupboard and leaned in to inspect the scene. It seemed the crimson liquid had been some hard-to-get blood, making it probable to be goat's blood. This being the second glass battle that had crashed unto the floor made Draco suspect Amber having to do with it, but it was inconceivable.

The goat's blood was spewed all over the stone floor, some obstinately deciding to land on the ingredients surrounding the narrow walkway between the tight racks of ingredients. It was clear more than a 'Reparo!' was needed to clean this mess up.

Speaking of cleaning, back near the cauldrons, the girls were looking at the floor, deciding eye contact would have them burst out laughing in just seconds. Ginny, Alexa, and Liza all whispered 'Scourgify!' into their cauldrons and the once crusted, dilapidated and dust-caked cauldrons were now sparklingly clean.

As Draco stepped over the splash of blood and scourgified it, Ginny was whispering a plan to the girls in the furthering of their escape. Clearly, that Malfoy boy was finished with his job and that distraction would only keep him away for so long.

Draco stepped into the room, glaring at Amber. 'Why aren't you working? That little "accident" of yours can't stall you from completing your task, now can it?'

Amber gave the others a fleeting look, and sprinted towards her desk. While Ginny calculated how this plan of theirs would work, Liza and Alexa improvised cleaning the huge cauldrons in front of them.

Draco sat back atop a desk, keeping a guard's eye over his fellow schoolmates. He folded his arms across his chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and soon was silently encouraging the girls to finish. What a waste of time this is. I could be in my common room right now, testing my control over others . . . but of course that bulldog Zabini had to come in the way. If he hadn't pronounced that snide remark of his, I wouldn't have lost my temper and tried to set him on fire—er tried being the key word here. Then that git—of all things!—dodged it and it landed on Weasleys head. And she had her friends with her—almost no chance for me. Honestly! Why do girls travel in packs! They even go that way into the loo. And you'd think there they'd want to have their privacy . . . does that weasel know what it's like to have ears on your butt? I don't think she does! It's the weirdest thing; I could hear people talking from behind me. What they said sent shivers down my spine. Especially Parkinson's comment, 'Too bad those ears landed on his bum. It was a nice ass two minutes ago, but now . . . after those rabbit-ears are removed, it may never be the same. Good-bye good old Drakie-butt!' Stupid girl. Can't get her facts straight. Those were bunny-ears, not rabbit-ears.

A sudden scream snapped Draco out of his reverie.

'Ugh! My robes are all dirty now!'

It was Ginny.

Draco sauntered over to her, smirking.

'I don't see what all the fuss is all about. Aren't you used to wearing dirty robes anyways?'

Ginny stood right up and flicked her hair behind her shoulders. She willed her wand to slide down her sleeve and into her hand.

Draco was surprised at seeing her once-put-away wand, but he didn't show it. He couldn't; it was his father's rule. How did she manage to get her wand when she was there the entire time?

Liza and Alexa glanced up from their "work." Amber dropped her quill in mid-word, on a desk behind them.

'Malfoy, you lousy prat! I'm going to do you and everyone else a favour! Incisura Capillus!' Ginny countered yelling.

Draco felt a soft tingling about his neck and head. His head felt slightly lighter and a sensation of something flowing down behind him urged him to feel about his tied knot of hair. It wasn't there. It was gone. His eyes widened, ever so slightly, but widened nonetheless as he felt up onto his head and touched his new hair-cut. Of course, he was furious. He couldn't see it at all—that weasel had cut his hair!

But Gin could see his new 'do. It was . . . stunningly hot! Ginny's eyes were wider than ever and she swallowed the lump in her throat. Blimey he's gorgeous! And to imagine it was just his hair. . . . She mentally kicked herself for thinking such things and regained her composure. It looked as if Malfoy was getting for a counter-attack.

'Virginia Weasley you piece of scum! Stu—!'

He was cut off as another voice interrupted his sudden gesture.

'Petrificus Totalus!' Amber chimed in, determined to get Ginny back to the common room in one piece.

Draco slumped to the ground, hitting his head on the stone floor in the process, falling into unconsciousness.

Ginny let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

'Oh my God! Amber! You—you killed Malfoy!' Alexa said.

Amber gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth in disbelief.

'Yeah, and just when he was getting hot!' Elizabeth whined. 'Ginny you're a genius!'

'I—I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him. I was just—I was just . . . Ginny . . .' Amber stuttered in a small voice.

Ginny stiffly went over to give her a hug. 'Oh, Little Amber, you didn't kill him. Look—he's breathing,'

Little Amber sighed in relief. 'I didn't' kill him! I didn't kill him!'

'Well that's too bad . . .' Alexa said scowling. 'I mean, you say that like it's a good thing,'

Liza rolled her eyes, but smiled in agreement.

Ginny laughed nervously. Amber was thinking along more realistic lines.

'How are we supposed to make this—' Amber waved vaguely in Draco's general direction. '—look like an accident?'

'Just hope that fall was enough to erase recent events. I mean, if we try an "Oblivious!" on him, we'll be sure to bring an extra toothbrush to Azkaban,' Ginny answered.

'I'm a bit more worried about what he's going to say when he looks in the mirror. Of course he'll remember! And we'll get in trouble for one-hundred percent insubordination. We stole our wands back from Snape's office—by the way Amber, you'll have to explain yourself—then we went around hexing our supervisor, and tried to cover it up . . . or at least we're going to try to cover it up, right?' said Liza.

'And get another mark on our list of "Reasons to put you in detention?" No way!' Alexa exclaimed, absolutely horrified of another stain on her once-perfect discipline record, that is, until she met Ginny anyways.

Ginny rolled her eyes, and with one glance back at Draco—why didn't I notice how good-looking he was before?­—she escorted her friends out of the dungeons and levitated Draco onto a chair to make it look as if he had fallen asleep during his watch. Snape will have a ball when he finds out his favourite student had a bit of shut-eye while he was to keep guard over the stupid Gryffindors! Thought Ginny with a feeling of bliss of getting back at Draco. Though now that she thought a bit more about it, it seemed he still had gotten back to her. During detention he was quick-tongued and sharp with words, yet when she removed his long mane of hair, he looked like an angel put on Earth. It was a wonder why he had chosen the "Evil Lucius of All-Time" look instead of the "Too-Hot-for-You" one. Perhaps he was afraid . . . Now that is a definite thought; Draco Malfoy afraid.

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A/N: Sorry for the long delay. It wouldn't seem a chapter this short and semi-uneventful as this one would take so long to write. But it turns out I was too busy with state exams these past two weeks. Today was the last day of exams and I'm happy to report I am done with this chapter, though it didn't turn out the way I wanted it too. I know Alexa was a bit "ditsy" in the last chapter, so I gave a bit more depth here. Hope you don't mind! Anyways . . . tomorrow I audition for the school play, wish me luck, please. Perhaps you could enclose it in a review? ^_^ you know what I want; a review! You like? You don't like? What would you like to see? More of Ginny? More of the life outside detention? Well, go ahead, push that little 'Go' button down there and get to typing! Cheers and toodles!
-blufiresprite {J}