***In Detention***
"Oh, hey Kaitlin," Harry said as Kaitlin made it to the dungeon.
"Where's Draco?" Kaitlin asked and Harry's smile started to disappear.
"How am I supposed to know? It's 8 sharp and he's not here," Harry grumbled.
"Sorry, I'm kind of nervous. Hi Harry, sorry I upset you," Kaitlin apologized.
"No harm done," Harry said and smiled again. Then a chuckle bounced of the top walls and made its way to Kaitlin and Harry.
A few paces behind it was Malfoy.
"Getting cozy with a Hufflepuff?" he asked.
"Just being civilized," Harry replied.
"Well, let us not postpone my entertainment any longer," Draco said and went through the doorway. Kaitlin shrugged at Harry and entered. Harry followed.
"Potter, sit there," Draco pointed and Harry sat.
"Winters, you sit over there," he said, pointing in the opposite direction. Kaitlin walked over and looked the remains of Neville's last potion. Why hadn't the professor cleaned it? Then it dawned on her.
"We're cleaning...right?" she asked, "no magic?"
Draco smirked, "That's right."
She heard Harry hold back a groan.
"Winters, clean Neville's potion. Potter, clean the shelves. Drop one thing, you'll pay," Draco demanded.
"I have money Malfoy," Harry retorted.
"You've never had to paytoSnape, have you?" Draco laughed and Harry looked down; his fists clenched.
After a few hours, Malfoy looked at the clock.
"Whoops! I've got a date. We'll continue this tomorrow night since it's pretty early," Draco said.
"Glad I finished the cauldron," Kaitlin muttered.
"I didn't even get to start on the third shelf. Who has that much dust?" Harry moaned quietly.
"At least no points were taken," Kaitlin mused, trying to cheer him up.
"Twenty points from each for talking behind my back," Draco said from somewhere they couldn't see.
"I hate Malfoy," Harry muttered.
"Ten more points, Potter. I hope you have a better attitude tomorrow."
"Do you think Umbridge rubbed off on him a little?" Kaitlin asked, pondering.
"I think he's an Umbridge in training," Harry laughed.
"Without the pink," Kaitlin added.
"Yes, maybe a green bow would do though. I've heard it works wonders for short, blonde hair," Harry joked.
"I bet it does," Kaitlin agreed. "You should get the Weasley twins an F and G bow. Maybe, they could turn them into fireworks."
"I'll have to tell them that. Maybe than can sell an exploding bow to Umbridge," Harry laughed.
"Or sell her a bow, that when you touch it, sounds like the pounding of centaur hooves," Kaitlin laughed with him.
They had left the dungeons and it seemed most everyone was asleep.
"Bye Kaitlin," Harry said and turned toward the Gryffindor common room and Kaitlin went under the staircase.
She pressed the right barrel and went through. When she came out, there was a fire burning in the common room, but no one else was in there. Kaitlin curled up in her favorite butterscotch colored chair and leaned her head back.
She was tired, she was confused, most of all...she was happy she made the Boy Who Lived laugh and she was sad Draco ditched her. But she should be happy, right? Draco is someone to avoid...Especially for a Hufflepuff. A good, normal Hufflepuff
But who said Kaitlin was normal?