"Professor Potter" the voice said, the sound of an annoyed woman who was tapping her foot. "I want a word with you!"
Harry gulped. The last time he had heard that tone of voice, he had been in trouble for something... petty.
"Now Professor." she said.
Harry turned around, worried about what he had done to upset her.
Turning around, the Defensive Magic Professor saw a vision of beauty, one he had seen many times.
"Yes Professor Greengrass, how can I help you?"
He looked at the Potions Mistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stopped tapping her foot.
"I want a word with you about your son. He has been disruptive again in my lessons, the third time this week."
Harry looked at his colleague, and then his son, who was standing next to her.
"James...what have you done?"
"Its not me dad...Professor...erm... It was Fred Weasley... he was the one who set the dungbomb off, not me."
Harry turned to the Potions Professor, who looked really angry.
"And did you investigate this Professor Greengrass?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I did... and Mr Weasley denied setting it off. Now, as your son's Head of House, do you want to punish him or shall I?"
"Mum... I mean... Professor Greengrass!" James exclaimed. "I'm innocent! Honest."
"Daph, I suspect that our son is lying. There is one easy way to solve this..." Harry said, a twinkle in his eye. "Veritaserum."
James gulped.
"Ok, ok, I did it! I'm guilty... but please dad... Professor Potter... don't make me do detention with mum again!"
"And why not?" Daphne enquired.
"Because she'll be there... erm... I mean..." James stuttered. "Ok, damn it... you always have Alison on detention at the same time... and I..."
"You've got a crush on Alison Longbottom?" Harry said. Looking at his wife, the two adults started laughing.
"He takes after you!" Daphne said, holding her side as she was laughing. "And how you tried to persuade Professor McGonagall to reassign the detentions that Professor Slughorn had us do when we repeated our Seventh Year."
The two adults laughed some more.
"So... what will you do, Professor Potter?" asked Daphne asked.
"Well... If you could arrange for them to have some more detentions, together, maybe our son will pluck up the courage to ask Miss Longbottom out!" Harry said, smiling.
"Dad," James protested. "You're embarrassing me!"
"Well, it took your dad until nearly the end of the year for him to ask me out!" Daphne admitted.
"But you said yes as soon as I did!" Harry reminded her.
"Only because you were so sweet... and cute... and funny... and had that mop of messy hair..." Daphne's eyes glistened.
"And the rest is history..." Harry finished.
The two adults smiled at each other, before turning to their son.
"All right, let's see if you can get through the day without causing any more problems. And your detention with your mother stands." Harry said, smiling.
"Yes Professor," James replied, looking very dejected.
"And for goodness sake, just tell Miss Longbottom your feelings for her, or I'll have you doing extra detentions until you turn eighteen."
"That's only a few weeks dad!"
"Maybe that will give you the courage to speak to her!" Harry said.
As James left, Daphne kissed her husband.
"And as for you... Professor Greengrass..." Harry said, smiling. "I think I ought to put you... into detention too!"
Daphne giggled.
"Yes... Professor."