Disclaimer: We don't own much. Blaze now owns a Fall Out Boy CD, Amaya now owns a Hot Apple Pie CD, and Spirit now owns a Faith Hill CD. And we all own some cool Harry Potter stickers, and our ticket stubs for the most awesome concert ever that we went to last night at the West Virginia State Fair. It was Josh Gracin and Brad Paisley! Our two favorite country stars. And they are even more GORGEOUS in person, let me say.

Oh yea, the story. On with it then!

Thanks goes to our beta, Ashley. Thank you from all three of us for putting up with all of our grammar mistakes and confusing things that just got you lost…What was I saying? Oh yeah. Thank you!

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Chapter Six:

"Okay everybody," Oliver called as he stood in front of the group of 7th year gym students, "you'll find the girl locker rooms to the right, the boys to the left. It's mandatory to change clothes before and after. There is also showers if you fell like you must take one."

"You mean we're going to get sweaty?" Spirit asked. She looked as if she would rather be anywhere but there. On the other hand, she would get to see Draco get all sweaty. She was visibly torn.

Amaya patter on the shoulder. "That's usually what happens in gym class honey. Besides, during your other nightly exercises, you get all hot and sweaty," she teased.

Spirit's mouth fell open in shock and she playfully smacked her friend. "I'll have you to know that I don't sweat, I glisten."

Blaze, however, looked over at Amaya skeptically through narrowed eyes. "So you're actually going to participate in gym class this year?"

Amaya laughed. "Hell no."

Blaze and Spirit both shook their heads, chuckling merrily. Amaya gave them a mischievous smile before raising her hand. "Mr.….uh….Wood sir?"

Oliver looked taken back that someone was addressing him as 'Mr. Wood'. He cleared his throat and looked at Amaya. "Yes, Miss….?"

"Dante. Amaya Dante," she purred. Blaze hit her on the shoulder but she merely glared at the red-head and turned back to the teacher. "I have to go…uh…do something."

"What?" He didn't look as if he was just going to take any old excuse so Amaya decided that she was going to have to use the one excuse that worked every time.

"I have to go get some women toiletries for my womanly problem," Amaya replied, smirking joyfully. She knew the reactions she was going to receive.

All the guys blushed a deep red, looking intently at the floor including Oliver. Spirit was trying hard not to laugh out loud and Blaze was just slowly shaking her head disapprovingly at her dark-haired, blunt friend.

"So," Amaya chirped happily, "may I go?"

"Yes!" Oliver croaked.

Amaya skipped happily out of the room, everyone watching her go.

After she was gone, Blaze turned to Spirit. "How long do you think till she runs into Andrews and gets detention? Five, six, eight minutes?"

"Knowing Amaya," Spirit started, looking at the door that Amaya just exited through, "I give her about…oh….two to three minutes. Four if she has to hunt for her."

"Is she that careless?" Harry asked as he came over and joined the conversation.

"No," Blaze said in a disapproving-like manner.

"She just likes detention," Spirit added. Then, "A lot actually."

"Why would anyone like detention?" Hermione asked as she too walked over with Ron to join them. She had a look on her face that rivaled McGonagall.

Spirit and Blaze both shrugged. "Boredom," the answered together.

"Plus, she's going for a detentions record," Blaze told them. "Not like she really needs to try at that though," she added after a thought."

"Why's that?" Harry asked.

"Well," Spirit said, smiling brightly, "she broke the previous record of one-hundred and seventy-eight in our second year. She's up to…um…how many Blaze?"

"Four hundred and eighteen," Blaze answered dully.

Spirit playfully patted her friend on the head which she received a glare for. "Blazey-poo here is our detention counter. Me and Amaya always lose count."

"Amaya and I," Blaze corrected.

Spirit waved a hand, "Whatever. Anyways, Blaze is keeping count for us."

"Keeping count for what?" Draco asked as he walked up beside Spirit, casually slipping his arm around her waist. This did not go unnoticed by the rest of the group.

"Detention record," Spirit told him, casually leaning into him a little and giving him a seductive smile. "Amaya has already broke it."

"Okay people!" Oliver shouted, bringing their conversation to an abrupt end and separating Spirit from Draco's embrace. "To the locker rooms!"

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"MISS DANTE!"

Amaya smiled to herself before turning casually around to face the angry face of Principal Allie Andrews. She stood still and waited for Andrews to reach her.

"Hello there Principal Andrews. Lovely day out there isn't it? Out for a stroll? Mind if I join you? I could use the exercise, I'm getting a bit out of shape, don't ya think?"

Andrews clinched her teeth angrily. A tick was visible in her jaw. "Actually," she bit out, "I was just on my way to retrieve you from gym class to reprimand you for that little outburst last night."

Amaya put on her best 'I'm sorry' face. "Oh yes…that."

"Yes, that. Now, why, pray tell, are you not in gym class right now where I might point out that you would get in better shape than a measly stroll."

Amaya smiled innocently, batting her eyelashes slightly in a girly manner. "I missed seeing you Principal Andrews so I just thought that I'd come see you. Haven't see you since June. That's a long time."

"Not long enough," Andrews muttered beneath her breath.

Though Amaya heard her clearly, she said, "What was that Principal Andrews? Couldn't quite hear ya."

"I said…," Andrews said louder, "how about we catch up in detention? Hmm?"

Amaya smiled inwardly. Score. "If that's what you think would be best Principal Andrews."

"My office, tonight."

"Thank you," Amaya replied earnestly, smiling brightly at the thirty-eight year old Principal who just frowned in return.

Andrews shook her head and walked away. Amaya could have sworn she heard her mumbling, "I will never understand that girl," to herself as she walked down the long corridor back towards her office.

Amaya, getting what she set off for, looked down at her watch. She had thirty more minutes till gym class was over. Time enough to cause mayhem."

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"I'm all hot and sweaty," Spirit whined as they walked towards the locker rooms. They had just got done with a game of volleyball to which their team did more running after the ball then hitting it.

"But don't you feel better after all that exercise?" Blaze asked, smiling secretly to herself.

"No," Spirit added honestly. "I feel tired….and sleepy. I'm ready for a good and hearty nap. I think I might skip our next class and go take one."

Blaze shot her a look before perking up. "Oh look, there's Draco."

Spirit immediately brightened up and started looking around wildly for the familiar head of platinum blond hair. "Where? I don't see him? Where, Blaze? WHERE?"

Blaze couldn't contain the laughter anymore as she watched Spirit bounce up and down trying to peer over people's heads. "I was just joking," she told the blonde. "He's not in here. You sure did liven up though."

Spirit slapped Blaze on the shoulder as they began walking out of the gym. "That was not funny," she scolded in a stern voice, narrowing her eyes on her friend.

Blaze smiled. "Yes it was."

"No, it wasn't."

"Was."

"Wasn't."

"I, personally, thought it was," Blaze told her.

Spirit glared at her. "You would."

"BOO!"

Both girls screamed as someone snuck up behind them and poked them. They turned quickly to find Amaya smirking at them both.

"Don't EVER do that again!" Both girls screamed in unison, forgetting their earlier argument to yell at their raven-haired friend.

"Oh come on, lighten up." Amaya shrugged. Then she grinned largely like a kid about ready to open their first present on Christmas morning. "Guess what just happened!"

"You got detention," the two girls replied dully as if they had practiced before many times.

"How'd ya guess?"

"Because it's your one and ONLY goal in school," Blaze reprimanded her.

"No it isn't," Amaya said indignantly. "I'm sure I have more goals than just that."

"Oh yeah?" Blaze said challengingly. "Name one."

Amaya paused in thought. "Well…..," she drawled, "I can't think of any but I'm sure I have others. Don't I, Spirit?"

"Uh……," Spirit bit her lip, "do you?"

"Okay," Amaya said, conceding the losing battle, "maybe it is my only goal."

"Anyways," Blaze continued with her earlier argument, "it's the only thing you get really excited over. Plus, you always have it."

"Yeah," Spirit agreed at once, "you not having detention is like me not having a boyfriend."

Amaya and Blaze looked at her strangely.

"Yeah," Amaya commented slowly, "that is a rare occasion."

Spirit smiled happily and started humming under her breath that Blaze recognized as the Brady Bunch theme. Amaya groaned loudly.

Harry walked up to them, fresh out of the showers. "What are you guys talking about?"

Amaya rolled her eyes. "Nothing you'd want to listen to Potter. Why don't you just run on back to your British buddies and talk. Hmm?"

Harry took a step back as if he had been slapped. "Why do you not like me?"

"Because…"

"Because….?"

"Because I don't," Amaya shrugged.

"Oh yeah," Harry bit out sarcastically, "that's a really good reason."

All of a sudden a first year came out of nowhere, plowing into Amaya. She was sent flying into Spirit where she bounced back. Spirit fell hard to the ground with a 'umph' and books went sailing high up into the air.

The last thing Amaya knew was a pair of strong arms wrapping around her and a particularly large book crashing into her head. Then, it was black.

Chapter 6: Written by, yours truly, Amaya.

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