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Hogwarts Secret Scandal 4

Detention with Darien

"Hey Serena!"

"Five more minutes," Serena mumbled sleepily.

"Wake up!"

Serena opened one eye. She made out a blurry Lavender and Parvarti. Hermione had already gone downstairs.

"What?" Serena asked. "Hey…where am I?"

"You're in Gryffindor tower," Lavender said softly, "don't you remember where you are?"

Serena rolled to her back and pushed herself up. She looked the room over and realized she wasn't in Salem Witches anymore. It was real. She really was at Hogwarts.

"Oh, yeah," Serena groaned, rubbing her head.

"Serena, don't you have detention with Professor Shields in thirty minutes?" Parvarti questioned, looking at her watch.

"Detention!" Serena cried. "Oh man, I forgot!"

"Having succeeded in waking Serena up, Lavender and Parvarti made to leave the dormitory. "See you after breakfast."

"Don't say breakfast!" Serena cried, pulling on her shirt. "I can't have any—hey—wait! I need help with this stupid tie!"

Serena grabbed her tie and approached the girls. Lavender clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"You don't know how to put on a tie?"

"I didn't have to wear my uniform all the time back in Salem Witches!" Serena exclaimed.

"You didn't?" Parvarti asked, amused. "You could wear what you wanted?"

"Yeah, just about," Serena ravished her tie. "Would either of you tie this for me? I might end up choking myself…"

Lavender shrugged and tied Serena's tie for her. Saying a quick thank you, Serena turned back to her trunk to pull out her skirt while Parvarti and Lavender left. When Serena finished dressing, her stomach grumbled.

"Oh shut up!" she hissed at it as she grabbed her bag. "Don't you start!"

Despite the changing staircases, trick steps and Peeves the Poltergeist; Serena managed to get to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom right on time.

"I'm—I'm—here—here!" Serena gasped, pulling herself into a desk. "Here, P-Professor—"she took in a deep breath and a gulp. "Shields!"
Darien glanced at his pocket watch and grinned. "Ah, you're spot on, Miss White. Excellent."

While Serena was trying to catch her breath, Darien rose to his feet and approached her desk. "Oh no, Miss White. Not there."

"Err—what?"

"Please sit at the desk front and center."

"Front and center?"

"Yes, near mine, please."

"Oh—all right," she panted as she swaggered to the indicated desk?

"I presume you've brought all your parchment?"

"All of it, sir?" Serena asked nervously, toppling over the chair she was about to sit in.

"Yes."

"You want me to use all of my parchment for my lines? But what about my lessons?"

Darien laughed. "Well, surely you won't be using all of it for one day."

Serena breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

"It would just be good for you to bring as much as you have," Darien stated, "depending on how long you're going to do your lines."

"Oh…okay," Serena mumbled. She pulled her parchment, quill and ink bottle and put it on her table. "What will I write?"

"You will write—'I will not throw objects at those in authority.'"

Serena suppressed a laugh. "That's it?"

"Yes—I doubt I'm not the only person you've thrown a paper ball at, Miss White."

"But…"

"Just write the lines," Darien said, "and I expect that you go by them too. You are not to throw anything at anyone in authority. That goes with teachers, ministry members, prefects…"

"But I can throw things at anyone else, right?" Serena questioned with a hint of the grin. She knew of a couple of jerks in Hogwarts, what if she threw something at them? It'd be okay, as long as they weren't somebody in authority.

Darien gave her a 'don't-you-get-smart-with-me' look. Serena cleared her throat and took the top of her ink bottle.

"I'll get right on those!" she said in a fake cheery voice. "How long do I go for?"

"Until I say you can stop," said Darien. "Now start!"

"Yes sir!"

Serena inked her quill and began her lines. Darien watched her for about a minute and began pacing the room. Serena looked at the clock. Perhaps there was a way she could sneak a bit of food.

"Professor?" she asked, raising her hand.

"Yes, Miss White?" he came to her desk. "What is it?"

"I was wondering," she said with a big smile, "if I could leave in fifteen minutes so I could pick up my schedule? Then I could probably finish these lines later?"

"Oh, there will be no need for that," Darien said with an equally large grin, though his looked rather devilish. "I had your head of house bring me your course schedule already."

"Really?" Serena felt her heart sink.

"Yes, let me get that for you," Darien walked to his desk, opened a drawer and handed it to her. "Oh and look at that—your first period is Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"You're kidding!" Serena shrieked, snatching it from him and examining it so close that it touched her nose.

"Yes, rather convenient, isn't it?" Darien asked slyly.

Convenient? Serena thought madly. For you maybe!

Darien grinned and continued to pace the room, arranging a few things as he went. Serena looked her schedule over closely. It couldn't be.

DOUBLE DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS

POTIONS

LUNCH

DOUBLE TRANSFIGURATION

CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES.

It was impossible. Not only did she have Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Shields, but it was a double class, then immediately after that she had Potions—always her least favorite class—in a dungeon with the Head of Slytherin House and his house. Care of Magical Creatures didn't sound too bad, but it was also with the Slytherins. She didn't want to be with them twice in one day! How was she going to do this? She still had her books upstairs in the Gryffindor tower, there was no way she'd get to them in time to get to the dungeons for Potions.

Serena cleared her throat. "Oh, Professor, what about my books?"

"Your books?"

"Yes, you see," Serena said, "I have potions immediately after and that's in the dungeon."

"Oh, surely you know how to use a Summing Charm, Miss White?" Darien teased. "You are not a first year."

"I know," said Serena.

"Five minutes before class you can just summon the things you need," Darien told her. "Now, please continue those lines. You haven't much time until class starts and I'll need your undivided attention then."

"Yes sir," Serena groaned and she went back to write her lines. I will not throw objects at those in authority. I will not throw objects at those in authority.

A house elf hurried into the room holding a plate of food and a cup of tea.

"Pippy is bringing your breakfast, sir…" he said.

"Yes, thank you," said Darien, "please put it on my desk."

Serena wished the house elf didn't have walk by her to put it on Darien's desk. The smell of bacon, eggs and toast made her stomach growl. She watched longingly and looked back at her lines. The house elf bowed a couple of times before leaving the classroom.

"Don't think about food," Serena told herself, "Just write! Write! Don't—no—no food! Don't start thinking about food—oh that looks good—no, Serena, think about the lines!"

"Miss White, you're speaking to yourself," Darien stated.

"Was I?" Serena asked sweetly, glancing up.

"Yes you were," he said in an equally sweet voice. He came to her desk, placed his hands down and leaned forward. "Don't do that!"

Serena flinched and when she looked up at him, she froze. Yes, he was kind of mad, perhaps he was only playing but the man's eyes…were so blue. They were arguably the most beautiful eyes she had ever looked into. He was saying something about not saying a word while she was writing her lines, that he wanted her to be quiet—but she just wasn't listening. She was lost in his gaze. His eyes were as blue as the sea.

'For a big jerk,' Serena thought, 'he's got gorgeous eyes. Mina is right—he is dreamy.'

"Now get on those lines, Miss White," Darien said coolly, "you're not even halfway down the page. Honestly…"

"Eh—oh! Yes, Professor Shields!"

Darien sat behind his desk and began eating his breakfast. Serena watched him for a moment and felt hungry again. She sighed and continued working on her lines. Thinking that she had a Sugar Quill in hand, she sucked on it and began spitting.

"You all right, Miss White?"

"Yes," said Serena.

"Did you your quill was a Sugar Quill?"

"Umm," said Serena, "er, yeah, how'd you know?"

"Because I sometimes thought my ordinary quill was a Sugar Quill too sometimes," Darien answered, "and in classes I'd suck on them when I was trying to think and I wouldn't get the taste I was expecting. It's not the same, is it?"

Serena was wondering why he was telling her this. Serena laughed nervously. "Yeah, glad it's not just me."

"It happens all the time," said Darien, "don't worry about it." He went back to being serious. "But you shouldn't have to be trying to think, Miss White. You are writing lines here, not an essay and it should be easy. Continue now, would you?"

"Er, yes, yes sir!" Serena cleared her throat, inked her quill and returned to writing her lines. Every now and then she accidentally wrote the word "food" or "hungry" or "toast" and she would have to keep crossing them out. Hearing her cross out words, Darien looked up.

"Something the matter, Miss White?"

"Huh? What?" Serena asked. "Oh, no. I'm fine."

"I heard you crossing out words."

"Yeah, I misspelled something," she lied, "it's all right."

"What word? Shall I spell it out for you?"

"I know how to spell!" Serena snapped.

Darien raised his eyebrow. "Miss White, you may need to spend another day of detention writing 'I will not snap at teachers' as well if you keep that up. I was only trying to help."

"Well, I got it," Serena muttered, "thanks though."

His gorgeous deep blue eyes narrowed. "Fine. Just be sure to write those lines correctly. They wouldn't be of much use if the words are misspelled, would they?"

Groaning, Serena went back to writing her lines as Darien went back to his breakfast. It was the worst detention Serena could think of. Skipping breakfast, writing lines while her teacher was eating in front of her! The injustice of it all!

Darien put his fork down and reached for his tea. As he did so, he accidentally knocked a pile of papers to the floor. He let out a groan of disappointment.

"Would you like some help, Professor Shields?" Serena asked.

"No thank you," he said as he got up. "I've got it. Just work on your lines."

Darien got down and began arranging his papers. Serena looked at his plate and then back to Darien. After looking back and forth to Darien and his plate for three times.. His eyes were on the floor. He looked pretty busy and he'd be there for a while. Temptation was getting the better of her. Serena had to act. She was starving and she had to have nourishment!

It would be so easy. His desk was just within arm lengths. She could grab something with out him knowing. She leaned forward; trying not to make any noise and in one quick movement she took a strip of bacon from his plate. She made a small sound of triumph as she bit into it. Darien was still putting his papers together, muttering about he didn't even know what the heck they were.

"This isn't the lesson I wrote for the first years…or is it? Didn't I label these?"

Serena tried not to laugh. It was kind of cute to watch him talk to himself. Poor Professor Shields---he must've been feeling so insecure for his first day teaching!

Darien sighed, put the papers back into a nice pile and began to rise to his feet. Serena's eyes widened and she shoved the rest of the bacon into her mouth. Darien placed the papers back on the corner of his desk and Serena picked her quill back up and went back to her lines. Darien looked back at his plate and noticed that one strip of bacon was missing.

"Miss White?"

"Mmm?" Serena's mouth was still full of bacon. She kept her eyes down on her paper and was scribbling her lines that they didn't even look legible.

"Did you take my bacon?" he questioned.

"Hmm-mmm."

Darien wasn't convinced. "Then…where is it?"

"Mmhummem."

She shrugged her shoulders. She had to do something. Get rid of the evidence! But she couldn't' swallow it now. It was too big of a chunk of bacon! She moved her hands toward her mouth in an attempt to bite it half. She moved her tongue toward her teeth to build up more saliva. She had to break that thing down! Why he have to have bacon? Why didn't he have cereal instead? It'd been so easy to just take a bite of cereal, or porridge or something and he wouldn't know!

Darien came to her desk and put his hands on the side of it. He looked her right in the eye. He had only looked at the first chapter of Legilimency but maybe if he concentrated hard enough, he'd know if she'd be lying.

"Did you eat my bacon?"

Her lips parted but her teeth remained tightly clenched. "Neeerroow." Boy, it was had to talk with your mouth closed!

"What was that?" Darien questioned. "Sounded like a meow. Think you're funny now, do ya? Trying to act like a kitten, are we?"

Serena shook her head.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

"Hmm?"

"You heard me."

Serena took one huge gulp, then another. It was difficult but she cleaned her mouth out. Slowly, she opened her mouth and he pulled down her chin. Her eyes bulged and she felt her jaw pop.

"Lift your tongue up—come on!"

Serena was reminded why she hated dentists. It wasn't just the pain of the drill but they were able to tell what she ate for breakfast with all the fancy things they used to clean teeth. Here he was examining her mouth. It was the stupidest thing but it was funny too.

"Hmm," Darien let go of her mouth and stepped back. "I didn't find a bacon strip in there…" he took both her hands and she felt really, really weird.

"Professor?" Serena asked softly. "What are you doing?"

"Your index finger looks kind of shiny, Miss White," he said in an 'I-got-you-now' tone.

"Sweat," she lied, "from holding my quill. My hands get really sweaty when I write, you see."

Darien bent his head down to sniff her finger. Serena pulled her hand away and laughed.

"Professor, I can't you let you do that!" she exclaimed. "You don't know where my hand's been. It must smell….really bad!"

"I'll take my chances," Darien took her hand again and sniffed it, twice. He thought he smelt bacon but it smelt like ink, paper, perfume among other things. He sniffed one more time because perfume smelt rather sweet.

"Er?" Serena mumbled.

"I can't really detect any bacon on your finger," said Darien, "your perfume is too strong."

"No it isn't!" Serena hissed, leaning forward threateningly.

Seeing a brownish speck in her teeth near the gum, Darien leaned down again and brought his face far too close to hers. He was looking at her with those blue eyes again. Would he stop that?

"Open your mouth again, please," he said ever so politely.

Serena parted her mouth and looked up at the ceiling. Darien chuckled.

"Ahh, I believe I see a tiny piece of bacon between your teeth that I might have missed before, Miss White," Darien smiled and he brought his face closer, taking a whiff of her breath. "Ah, and I smell bacon. You are guilty of eating a teacher's breakfast, Miss White. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"All right, I'm sorry!" Serena wailed and for some reason, threw her arms around his waist. Darien flinched and looked down at her surprise. Why did he feel this wasn't the first time something like this happened to him?

"I couldn't help it! I ate as much as I could for dinner last night, really! But I got a problem—I like food—a lot! I saw your plate and I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry, Professor! I won't do it again, I promise!"

"All right!" Darien tried to push her off him. "All right! I accept your apology."

"Are you going to give me more detention?" she asked, pulling away with her hands close to her mouth.

"Well, certainly not during meal times!" Darien retorted, backing off. He couldn't believe her action. It made him feel really insecure for some reason. He looked at the clock and back to his student. "Oh, go ahead and have some breakfast, get your books. You can finish your detention tonight right after dinner."

"Oh, thank you, thank you Professor Shields!" Serena jumped to her feet, threw her things into her bag and ran out the door.

His breakfast now cold and his appetite gone, Darien walked back to his desk and made his plate vanish. "That girl is crazy…"

"Serena, what are you doing here?" Parvarti asked in surprise as Serena sat down and began to pile scrambled eggs on her plate. "Why aren't you in detention with Professor Shields?"

"Well, I got really hungry," Serena answered before she took a mouthful, "so Professor Shields said I can do it tonight instead."

"That's it?" Lavender inquired. "Come on, Serena, what did you do?"

"Nothing," Serena muttered, "what makes you think I did something?" Serena began to shovel food into her mouth and when she was halfway through her plate, she heard a drawling voice behind her.

"Hello, White."

Serena swallowed her mouthful of egg and turned around to see Draco Malfoy wearing a smirk.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she demanded.

"Did you see your schedule?" he asked.

"Yeah, so?"

"Then you'd notice that your first day will be with the Slytherins twice. Your cousin Mina is rather excited."

"She asked you to tell me that?" Serena demanded, looking for Mina over his shoulder. She was surprised Mina wasn't squealing all over the place, hanging onto Draco's arm and saying how excited she could spend two classes together on their first day. Serena could only suspect she had left already to avoid Harry Potter.

"Well, no, not in so many words," Draco grinned, "well, I'll see you in Potions…and again in Careof Magical Creatures. Don't be afraid to take my hand, Hagrid tends to have us work with monsters."

"Oh get real, Malfoy," Serena got to her feet. "Even if we work with a Chimera and someone's attacked, it won't be your hand I'll be taking. I'll probably be running."

Talking to Draco Malfoy had made her lose her appetite. Wy was he flirting with her? She was a Gryffindor, her mother was a squib and her father was a muggle. To him and the rest of Slytherin house except her cousin, she was considered a Mudblood. Maybe Draco Malfoy just wanted to make Mina jealous.

"I should've stayed in detention," Serena grumbled as she left the Great Hall. Since class would be starting soon anyway, she went back up to Gryffindor Tower. Unfortunately, she forgot about the trick step Parvarti warned her about and her foot got stuck.

"Auggh!" Serena exclaimed, waving her arms about.

"Hey, Serena, you all right?" called a familiar voice. She looked up to see Harry Potter coming toward her with his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"My foot's stuck!" she exclaimed, pulling on the railing.

"Don't worry, it's only your first day," Hermione said softly. "You'll remember to jump it later."

"Yeah," Ron stated, "don't feel bad. Neville keeps forgetting about jumping it too."

Hermione glared at him. "Ron!"

"What? It's true…"

Harry took hold of Serena's arm and pulled her off the step. Serena grinned sheepishly

"Thanks, Harry," she said, "I've just come to get my books."

"Okay," said Harry with a shrug, "we'll wait for you."

"Are you sure?" Serena asked.

"You'll need us so you wont get lost," Ron told her simply, "I never got anywhere on time on my first day."

Serena shrugged, "okay, I'll be right down."

Serena hurried to the girl's dormitory, opened her trunk and grabbed her books for Defense Against the Dark Arts and for Potions. Just as they promised, Harry and his friends waited for her at the same staircase and they went to Defense Against the Dark Arts together.

"How was detention?" Hermione questioned good-naturedly. "You had to write lines, yeah?"

"Oh, don't ask," Serena shuddered, "trust me, you don't wanna know…"

To Be Continued

Gah, I made this short but as you all wanted to what her detention would be like so I made this really quick!