Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter.
Aimee: Yes, I know. Serena's supposed to be kind of a bitch here, well, Jay didn't say that real word. Serena's not supposed to like Darien yet. Might want to warn you all that there may be a little OOC-ness here.
Queen of Swords: Yeah, same as above. But I like this Serena better for some reason. I think she's tougher. Does anyone else think I write Serena as a bitch? I didn't plan on it but it just sort of happened as I was writing this story.
Hogwarts Secret Scandal 15
Detention with Darien, Yet Again
For two days, Serena's hair was stuck in the same hairstyle it was for Halloween. The allergic reaction she had to the paint also lasted that long. The morning her hair relaxed out of its hold, she took her wand and severed off her golden blond hair so that it reached her waist. Her roommates were shocked at her action.
"Oh, Serena," you hair was so pretty!" Parvarti moaned. "Why would you cut it?"
"It was in the way," Serena muttered, "besides, my head was really starting to hurt."
"Yes, I guess I could understand," Parvarti said, picking up her plait. "Mind if I braid your hair for you?"
Serena shrugged and nodded. "Sure, why not?" Picking up her brush, Serena walked over to Parvarti's bed and let her brush it for her. "Thanks."
"No problem," Parvarti said, "Padma and I brush each other's hair all the time. It's kind of hard to do that now since we're in different houses."
"Now everyone will think you and Mina are twins instead of cousins!" Lavender chuckled.
"Yeah, I know," Serena said with a grin.
"I'm so excited for divination today," Parvarti said, "Cloud scrying is easier than wind scrying."
"I know," Lavender said, "what's your secret, Serena?"
"Huh?" Serena mumbled.
"How come you were able to work out wind scrying so quickly?" Lavender asked. "It took me weeks to get it down!"
"Hey, all I did was what Firenze told us to do," Serena said, "I just sat there really quiet and let the wind talk to me. At first I thought it was just a dream."
"I guess the wind the just didn't want to talk to you, Lavender," Parvarti joked as she finished brushing and began braiding Serena's newly cut hair.
"Hey, it didn't say anything to you either!" Lavender said.
Parvarti scowled and Serena chuckled.
"Hey, well you said you were good in Trelawney's class, right?" Serena asked. "Maybe it's the kind of divination you do. I mean, you can see stuff in crystal balls and things but when it's stuff to do with nature, it's a different story. I guess you need inner ears as well as inner eyes."
"I never thought of that," Parvarti said.
Once Parvarti finished braiding Serena's hair, she used a pretty pink ribbon to tie it in place. Serena and the girls went down to breakfast. Just like her roommates, the other Gryffindors were surprised to see Serena's new hairstyle.
"Serena, what'd you do to your hair?" Harry asked, leaning backward to gaze at her hair as he sat at the Gryffindor table as if he could make it reappear.
"It was a mess after it was stuck in those meatball things," Serena explained, "I had to cut it. What do you think?"
"Well, you look sort of like Mina," Harry said.
"Is that a problem?" Serena asked with a grin.
"No, not really," Harry said, grinning back and blushing a little bit. "You look nice. I bet all that hair must be a pain to manage, huh?"
Serena nodded fervently.
"Has it always been this long?" Hermione asked, "Or do you use a potion on it?"
"Nope," Serena answered as she reached for her bacon. "It just grows really fast. I used to get it cut a lot when I was small but by the time I was fourteen, I just decided to leave it alone."
After breakfast, Serena went with Parvarti and Lavender to Divination. The good thing about room eleven was that it could be any kind of atmosphere, any kind of weather. Though it was very chilly with snow outside the castle, in room eleven it was sunny, warm and partly cloudy. The grass was dry. Everyone was happy that class wasn't really outside, though it looked it. After a month of teaching the students how to listen to the wind, Firenze had gone to teaching them how to look at the clouds.
"You cannot force visions," he had told them on their first lesson. "You must let them come to you."
Visions didn't come to every student immediately but they enjoyed lying on the grass looking up at the sky. Even for Serena, who was excellent at wind scrying, didn't have any visions the first time. After saying good morning to the handsome centaur, the students laid on their backs and gazed up at the clouds. Serena, Parvarti and Lavender were lying next to each other in a circle, looking like a wheel.
"Ooh, look, Lavender," Parvarti said, pointing above her. "Doesn't that look like a flower?"
"Yeah," Lavender said and she reached out her hand as if trying to grab it from the sky.
Serena squinted as she looked at the cloud formations. Some looked very familiar. They were the same ones she's noticed since they started cloud scrying.
"Hey, there's that banana-looking cloud again," Serena muttered. "See it? Right next to that circle with an arrow attached to it."
"Yeah," Lavender nodded. "Didn't you see those same ones in the other lessons?"
"Uh-huh," Serena said, sitting up. "Firenze, I'm seeing the same cloud formations since we've started doing clouds. You think this room is um, programmed to play the same things over and over again?"
Hooves clopping, Firenze approached the three lying girls. Parvarti and Lavender sat up in unison.
"No, Serena," said Firenze, "the clouds take form to the message they need to tell you."
"Well," Serena said, looking at the banana shaped cloud, "I think the cloud's telling me to eat more bananas."
"Maybe it's not a banana, Serena," Lavender said, cocking her head. "Maybe it's supposed to be a smile. But if you look at it this way, it looks like a frown…so maybe you're sad a lot?"
Serena grinned and shook her head. "Well, I guess that makes more sense than bananas."
Parvarti scooted to look at the banana/frown/smile cloud from another angle. "From here, it kinda looks like a crescent moon. What do you think it is, Firenze?"
Firenze tilted his silver head back so he could look up at the sky. "Yes, it does appear to be a crescent moon. Very good, Parvarti. Ten points for Gryffindor."
Firenze clopped away from the girls. Parvarti beamed.
"A crescent moon?" Serena mumbled.
"Yeah," said Parvarti, "hey, I know what those other clouds are! Those are planetary symbols."
"They're what?" Serena asked.
"See, that one's Mars!" Parvarti said, pointing at the cloud shaped like a circle attached with an arrow at two o 'clock. "And that's Venus!" she pointed at one with a circle attached with a vertical line on the base of the circle with a horizontal line through the vertical one.
"Yeah, you're right," Lavender said and she named off each planet as she pointed at the corresponding symbol.
"Hmm," Serena mumbled, gazing at the clouds. "They do look familiar."
"But you said you didn't take astrology in Salem Witches," Parvarti said, turning to her.
"I didn't," Serena insisted, "it's just those…symbols…I've seen them before somewhere."
"Well we keep seeing the clouds," Lavender said, scratching the back of her head.
"But I didn't see them as clouds," Serena said, slightly frustrated. "I saw them as…as colors."
"What do you mean as colors?" Parvarti inquired.
"I…I dunno," Serena groaned and looked at the ground. Images flashed across her eyes. She saw planetary symbols on the foreheads of eight girls, but she couldn't see the girls' eyes. Following the symbols on the girls' foreheads, she saw the symbols on eight funny sticks. Serena saw swirls of red, orange, blue, green, purple, dark red, dark blue and violet. This little vision gave Serena a headache, and grunting, Serena put her hand to her forehead.
"Hey, you okay, Serena?" Lavender inquired.
"Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Venus," Serena murmured in a misty dreamy voice, "Neptune. Uranus. Pluto. Saturn."
Parvarti gasped and sat straight up. "Firenze, I think Serena just had a vision!" Parvarti announced to the class. The class stopped cloud gazing and turned their eyes to Serena. Firenze came over to the three girls and lowered his head to Serena.
"Did the clouds show you something, Serena?" he asked.
Serena did not reply. There was a strange glimmer in her deep blue eyes. The images of those blazing symbols on girls foreheads, those shiny sticks, kept playing in her mind. She could hear shouts. They weren't making any sense. The voices were clear and strong but what did they mean?
"Serena? Serena?" Parvarti put her hand on Serena's shoulder and gently shook her. "Are you all right, Serena?"
By being touched, Serena came to her senses and remembered where she was. The vision closed. "Hmm?"
"Did you have a vision, just now?" Parvarti inquired.
"I had something,"" Serena said slowly, rubbing her temples. "But I'm not sure what it was."
"Sometimes, Serena, the visions we get are not always clear," Firenze informed.
"Ain't that the truth," Serena smirked.
Parvarti looked at Firenze and then pointed at the sky. "Serena said that those clouds looked familiar. Maybe what Serena had was a memory."
"Some visions are memories," Firenze confirmed as he clopped away.
"Hmm," Serena moaned, laying on her back. Somehow, she felt that Parvarti was right.
Before Potions, Harry and Draco had an argument about the Winter Wizard Olympics. It was their first Potion lesson since Dumbledore gae the announcement about the event.
"So, Potter," Draco drawled, "going to try to become champion again? I've still got my 'Potter Stinks' badges."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry muttered.
"Maybe after stealing a dragon's egg you think you can handle flying in a blizzard."
"Better than you would," Harry said. "You'd freeze your lazy, pompous ass if you tried flying in this thing."
Everyone went silent. Serena covered her face.
"Oh yeah?" Draco said, reaching to his wand.
"Stop it, Draco!" Serena hissed. "You can't hex Harry!"
"Watch me," Draco muttered.
"You do, and you'll have to hug him twice!" Serena shouted.
Draco's mouth dropped and the hand he was about to grab his wand with went to his head. "Oh, damn!"
"What?" Harry asked, bewildered as he turned to Serena.
"I've been meaning to tell you, Harry," Serena replied, "about what Professor Shields said to Draco and me after we had detention with him. He said that the next time you and Draco fight, you're supposed to hug."
"What?" Harry said again.
"That's not what Professor Shields said," Malfoy said, stepping up. "He didn't say just me and Potter, he meant everybody!"
"Oh yeah," Serena said, "so listen up Gryffindors and Slytherins…the next time you fight you have to hug."
All the Slytherins and Gryffindors groaned.
"And it goes the same with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff too."
"I'm not hugging Malfoy," Harry said, stepping back. "No way!"
"I can't do it either," Draco said, shaking his head.
"Perhaps it would be just better for them to shake hands?" Mina suggested as she watched her boyfriend grow paler by the second.
"No, they already do that at Quidditch," Serena said, grabbing Harry. "Come on, Harry, just do it quickly."
"I CAN'T!" Harry yelled.
"Professor Shields told me to make sure you guys hug! If you just get it over with then…"
"I'm not touching that snake!"
"You all know how I hate Potter! You can't make me do it!"
"Well maybe you'll learn to stop teasing each other after you do it once!" Serena muttered, pushing Harry toward Draco. "Mina, help me!"
Mina bit her lip and pushed against Draco's back. "She's right, Draco. The Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry is so last century! It's time to settle our differences and become friends!"
"Then you hug Potter!" Draco yelled.
Mina would like nothing more than to hug Harry Potter and confessed her love for him, but she couldn't. Not in front of everybody.
"But I'm not the one who's talking rubbish about him all the time, am I, Draco?" Mina demanded. "So I don't have a reason to hug him."
"Come on, Draco," said Serena, "just remember about all the nice things you said in your list about Gryffindor. What was that you said about the best Quidditch players being Gryffindors?"
For a split second, Harry stopped struggling. "Malfoy actually said that?"
"He did," Serena said, "oh come on and hug him, Harry. If I had to hug him, so do you."
"you mean, Professor Shields made you two hug after detention?"
"Yeah," Serena groaned, "so get it over with. It only has to be a short one."
"I don't think I can," Harry mumbled.
"Just do it, Harry!" Serena yelled and she pushed Harry toward Draco as Mina pushed Draco against Harry. The two boys' bodies collided together and they stared at one another for a while.
"We're waiting," Serena muttered.
"Come on, Malfoy, just hug him," Theodore said from the back. "You don't have to snog him, just hug him."
Draco's thin lips curled into a sneer. Harry groaned.
"Let's just get it over with, Malfoy," he said, "they're staring."
"One three, then," said Draco, "one, two, three…"
Draco and Harry hugged very awkwardly, as if their arms were made out of lead. Some people hooted. While the seven-year enemies were locked in an embrace, the head of Slytherin opened the door and thought at first glance they were fighting.
"What is…what is this?" he demanded.
"NOTHING!" Harry and Draco shouted as they sprang away from each other. They were both very red in the face.
"Harry and Draco were just hugging, sir," Serena said.
"Hugging?" Professor Snape asked.
"That's right," Mina said with a nod. "We all saw. We had to make them do it though, because Professor Shields said…"
"Never mind," Professor Snape moaned, waving his hand, unsure whether to be disgusted or impressed. "Just get inside."
Though Draco and Harry looked like they wanted to crawl underneath rocks and die, everyone else in the class were grinning ear to ear, until they themselves had to hug their rival from another house.
For Defense against the Dark Arts, Professor Shields had his students read the next chapter from Walking in the Dark and used the remaining of the lesson to discus the chapter. Darien kept glancing at Serena, wondering where her hair had gone. He got an inclination every now and then to call her "Meatball head." The bell rang and everyone rose to leave the classroom. Ron left his book on his desk and was already by the door. Serena walked by his desk to get to the door and noticed it.
"Hey, Ron, you've forgot your book," she said, picking it up.
"Oh, dang it!" Ron groaned.
"Here, Serena," said Harry, "toss it over here and I'll give it to Ron."
"Okay, catch!" Serena exclaimed and she hurled the book to Harry, who caught it and he threw it to Ron. Some of the students were impressed, but the teacher wasn't.
"What are you three doing?" Darien demanded. "Defense Against the Dark Arts is not for Quidditch Practice!"
"But class is over," Ron said, "and we're not quidditch practice…I just left my book and Serena got it."
"You need to be more mindful of your belongings, Weasley!" Darien yelled. "What kind of Head Boy are you?"
"Professor, I wasn't throwing anything at any authority members," Serena said, "I was just returning Ron's book."
"Then he could've picked it up by himself!" Darien said. "I told you not to throw things at authority members."
"She didn't," Harry said coolly. "She threw it to me and I threw it to Ron. She still can't get in trouble, can she?"
"You're the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, aren't you?" Darien demanded.
"I just have authority over the Quidditch team, not everyone, Harry said through clenched teeth, "and as Serena's on my team I told her to throw it to me. What's the problem, Professor? Are you saying Serena has bad aim or something?"
Because it was Professor Shields that said Harry and Draco had to hug (and everyone else that had a problem with someone from a different house) Professor Shield's wasn't on Harry's list of favorite people at the moment. He was coming very close to replacing Trelawney as his second least favorite teacher and being neck and neck with Professor Snape. It was a shame—Harry always liked Defense Against the Dark Arts.
For a minute, Darien didn't' respond. He looked coldly at Harry and stepped back, pointing at him. "Detention, Potter!"
"What for?" Harry demanded.
"For confusing my class with Quidditch," Darien said.
"I'm not confusing this class with Quidditch!" Harry roared. "I just threw a book. We're not having Quidditch Practice during class!"
"Then perhaps you'll remember that after detention," Darien said, "never throw things in my class again, or ask anyone on your team to throw anything. Have you forgotten that one of your chasers here likes to throw things at people? And you were just encouraging her to do so!"
"Oh stop it, Professor!" Serena snapped. "I was just giving Ron his book back! Isn't it that the right thing to do?"
"And detention to you too, Meatball Head!" Darien shouted.
"What the?" Serena gasped.
"Meatball Head?" Ron and Harry mumbled.
Serena tightened her fists. "Why you…."
"Listen," said Darien, "I want you the three of you back here after dinner for your detentions. Now get to your next class."
"Fine," Serena grumbled, "I'll get my extra parchment then!"
However, Darien didn't have Serena write lines again. If he was going to have her stop throwing things at people she would have to do something else to tire her throwing arms.
"I want you to state your lines out loud," Darien told her, "while standing on your hands on the top of my desk."
Serena's mouth fell open and she pointed at Darien. "Are you kidding me? Stand on my hands? The blood will rush to my head, I'll fall off and—and—I'm in a skirt for crying out loud!"
Harry looked from Serena to Darien. "Yeah, how is she supposed to keep saying her lines if she falls and breaks her neck?"
"I'll make sure that won't happen," said Darien, "now for you two, I want you to clean my classroom."
"Without magic?" Ron asked, frowning.
"Of course, Weasley," said Darien, "instead of your wands you will be using these."
Darien conjured two toothbrushes and a bucket of soapy water.
"Toothbrushes?" Ron demanded. "That'll take forever!"
"Then I suggest you get to it then," Darien muttered.
"Can't we at least use Mrs. Skowers Magical Mess Remover?" Ron pleaded.
"If I'd let you do that," said Darien, "then you'd still be using magic, won't you? And while you're scrubbing the floors, I want you each to say lines of yur own. Ron, yours are the same. I presume you remember them?"
"Something about being Head Boy," said Ron.
"Being Head Boy does not mean I can come unprepared for class," Darien said firmly.
"Right," Ron muttered.
"And you," Darien said, turning to Harry, "you are to say, Quidditch has no place in Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"Yes sir," Harry said.
"Potter, you start at the far end and Weasley, you start over here. I don't want you talking to each other while you're working."
"Professor," Serena said as Harry and Ron took their toothbrushes and started scrubbing the floors. "Can't you just give me an extra toothbrush?"
"You have your detention, Miss White," Darien said, "get to it."
"But I'm in a skirt!" Serena yelled.
"Didn't you say you were a good transfiguration student?" Darien demanded. "Change your skirt into something else."
Serena scowled at her teacher, took out her wand and for a second she was about to hex Darien. Instead, she pointed her wand at her skirt. The skirt folded about her legs and became a pair of shorts. Then she climbed up onto Darien's desk, pushed herself upon her arms and began saying her lines.
"I will not throw objects at those in authority."
Darien walked around and pointed at spots that the boys missed while they were scrubbing. The room was very quiet except for Darien's footsteps, the scrubbing of toothbrushes and the repeated lines.
"I will not throw objects at those in authority."
"Being Head Boy does not mean I can come unprepared for class."
"Quidditch has no place in Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
Darien glanced over at Serena. He wondered if his detention was a bit harsh. What if she did fall and hurt herself? She looked like she was having trouble keeping balanced. Her face was turning red and she kept blowing at her braid that was hainging in her face.
"I will—whooo—not throw objects---whooo---at th-those—WHOO—in AUTHORITY! Whoo! Stupid hair…"
Darien had to grin. It was kind of cute to watch her blow her long braid and watch it fall back to her face and see her blow at it again. His eyes traveled up to her legs. They were nice legs. He was kind of thankful that she transfigured her skirt to shorts. Her legs were still bare. Those legs looked so familiar. He saw them before. Serena looked like she had worn skirts a lot in her life. He could picture a pleated blue skirt—one really short and one that came to her knees—a lot like a school uniform. Darien shook his head and looked back at the boys'. Why was he thinking about Serena's legs? Why was he staring at them? Serena would start to think he was some sort of weirdo! He was a TEACHER.
Serena bit her lip and grunted to keep her body vertical. The blood was rushing to her head. Her arms were cramping. How long had it been? Fifteen minutes?
Sheheard scrubbing closer to the desk along with Ron's voice.
"Being Head Boy does not mean I can come unprepared for class."
"I will not throw objects at those in authority. I will…"
Something terrible happened. Ron bumped the desk, causing it to tremble and Serena fell right onto Ron.
"Ahh!"
"Oh Ron…I'm sorry!"
"Maybe you shouldn't fall on people in authority either!" Ron yelled. "Shut up, Harry!" he added over to Harry, who was cracking up.
"Well, you bumped the desk!" she snarled. "I lost my balance!"
"Serena, are you all right?" Darien asked as he approached her.
"Yeah," Serena said, still lying on Ron.
Serena rolled off Ron and wearily tried to push herself up. Darien took her by the arm and helped her to her feet. He set her to one of the desks.
"What about me?" Ron demanded, still lying on the ground. "I'm the one who broke her fall!"
"Oh," said Darien, looking over at Ron. "Do you need a hand, Mr. Weasley?"
"Please," Ron muttered and Darien offered him a hand to help him up.
Darien cleared his throat. "I think that's enough. The three of you may go. Don't worry about the floor. You may return tomorrow."
"All right," said Harry, getting up from his knees.
"And would you please help Serena to the dormitories?" Darien asked boys.
"I'll be all right," Serena said.
Nevertheless, Harry and Ron helped Serena walk back to Gryffindor tower.
"My arms feel like lead," Serena groaned.
"Yeah, mine too," said Ron.
"I won't be able to throw the Quaffle, much less anything," Serena complained.
"Don't worry," Harry said, "we don't play against Hufflepuff until January."
"But what about the Winter Wizard Olympics?" Serena asked. "I don't want to be so sore I won't be able to try out!"
"You know, Serena" Ron said thoughtfully, "I think Professor Shields keeps giving you detention just so he can spend time with you."
Serena gasped. "You can't be serious, Ron!"
"Well, he's given you detention for the stupidest reasons," Ron said.
"Snape's given us loads of detention," Harry pointed out, "but I doubt it's so he can be with me."
"I know, I know," Ron insisted, "but don't you think it's weird? How he gave her detention jst for throwing that ink to me? And the book I forgot? And what about what happened at the Masquerade Ball? He came up dressed up in the same costume as you, Harry. It can't be just a coincidence."
"Then why did he give us detention too?" Harry demanded.
"I guess to make it look like he's not trying to spend more time with Serena," Ron said with a shrug. "And I guess, I don't know, maybe he's jealous that you went with Serena to the ball."
Harry stopped, staring at his best friend as if he had gone mad. "Ron…you're starting to sound like Hermione. Professor Shields being jealous of me? Giving Serena detention just to be with her? Honestly."
Harry shook his head and walked away. Ron followed him.
"Look," said Ron, "I know it sounds weird but I just might be right!"
Somehow, when Serena thought about it, she had to agree with Ron. It was crazy, but it may just be the reason why Professor Shields was always giving her so much detention—and why she always felt so weird when she was around him.
TO BE CONTINUED
MERRY CHRSTMAS EVERYONE! This is my present from me to you! I was going to update 2 or more stories this weekend but I doubted I'll be done my Christmas. Since this one was the closest to be being finished, I just decided to finish it up. I may have a couple more late-Christmas presents afterwards! Thanks to Mae-E for the idea about Serena's new detention! That was fun to write about! Serena flattening Ron…priceless.