A/N: Holy cow. I haven't posted in AGES! Thank you so much for all the reviews and favorites. I know what I'm going to do about Lucy's lurrvvee interest. I am going with suggestions so I'm sorry if I disappoint anyone.

With some caffeine and four sick days later this is what I came up with. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I mean I know we're supposed to put disclaimers, but would any real authors be writing stories on a site called FanFiction? I mean, really. These are the questions that haunt me.



Chapter 5

Detention Talks and Blackouts

The next morning, I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. The last night's happenings kept replaying over in my head. I stared at the ceiling of my four poster bed, ignoring Lucy's attempts to get me up.

"Come on, Vic! We have to go or we'll not get to eat breakfast," she whined.

It was then and only then, that I shot up in my bed. I was starving, considering I had only some biscuits for dinner the night before, and I wasn't going to miss another meal. I ran over to the wardrobe and threw on my robes, fixing my hair in the door's mirror. I attempted to make plaits, but when that didn't work, I threw it up into a messy bun on the top of my head. In the mirror, I could see Lucy behind me tapping her foot impatiently.

"Alright, alright," I said, and made my way to the steps. There wasn't a soul left in the common room. When we came out of the Fat Lady's portrait, we burst into a run.

"You know," Lucy panted, "if I miss breakfast, it's all your fault." I just shrugged in response.

Once we reached the Great Hall, we made our way to our usual seats. This time however, Wood and Teddy were sitting on either side of the table. Before I could say anything, Lucy plopped down next to Wood with a sigh. I had no choice but to sit next to Teddy. I felt my cheeks get warm and hoped no one could see my blush.

"Good morning, ladies," Wood offered, piling food onto his plate.

"Morning," Lucy grumbled. I took Wood's example and served myself.

As much as I tried to ignore it, I felt Teddy's gaze on my face. I started eating while debating whether or not I should say something to Teddy when Wood said, "So did anything exciting happen last night?"

I started choking. My face was probably the color of Lucy's hair imagining the fact that Wood might know I had almost kissed Teddy. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Teddy looking as mortified as me. He clapped me on the back to help get me under control.

"What?" I gasped. However, Wood looked strangely innocent.

"Well, yeah. Ted told me you guys got detention…" I gave a sigh of relief.

"What? You didn't tell me that!" Lucy exclaimed. She looked partially furious and partially amused. It wasn't exactly the story of the world when I got detention.

"You were too busy dragging me out of bed!" I accused.

She ignored me and mumbled, "To think we're best friends… To think we're blood!"She shook her head. "Anyway, what'd you get detention for?"

Teddy finally spoke up. "Out of bed after hours… well, on the quidditch pitch after hours-"

"Speaking of quidditch, who the bloody hell is the captain? No one knows!" This was because Lucy had told no one. I looked over to her.

But she was too busy examining her spoon. I kicked her under the table. "OW! Oh. Erm… I don't know. Guess we'll have to wait until practice…" Wood looked very suspicious but stayed quiet. Just then, I sensed a presence behind me. I turned around in my seat.

"Oh good, I found you two," Neville said. He was holding a purplish looking plant with spiky flowers at the base. "Victoire, Ted, when you have a free period, I'd appreciate if you could come see me in my office. Unfortunately we have to discuss your detentions."

I opened my mouth to speak but Teddy beat me to it. "Detentions? We have to get more than one?"

"I'm afraid so. Being out of bed is one thing, being on the grounds is another." He turned and started walking away. "And I will be contacting your families," he called over his shoulder in a singsong voice.

I groaned and put my head on the table. "Oh it's alright, Vic. It's not like it's the first time you've gotten detention and a Howler from home," Wood said.

I glared at him until he was squirming. "Wood. Don't speak."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that."


On our way to Transfiguration, Lucy was hammering me with questions. "Why were you so jumpy today at breakfast? I mean you practically died when Wood asked you about last night. What were you doing awake with Teddy anyway?"

"Oh my gosh, Luce, take a breath! Merlin," I exclaimed.

"That didn't answer my questions."

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I wasn't jumpy and we were just talking. I was out there first anyway." I turned around to her. "Now will you please stop bombarding me with questions?"

"I'd rather appreciate that also, Miss Weasley, considering you are both six minutes late to my class," a stern voice behind me said. I turned slowly, coming face to face with Professor McGonagall. "Seeing as you have missed the objective, you will have to copy it down from one of your peers. Please take your seats."

Lucy and I walked to the front of the classroom where our seats were unfortunately located. Many of the other students were laughing at our lateness, only making my splendid day worse. I pulled my wand, a quill, and some parchment out of my bag to make it look as though I had an idea of what I was supposed to be doing. I scribbled a note at the top of my parchment and showed it to Lucy.

Your fault.

Lucy merely shrugged and opened up her textbook. Why oh why did I get stuck with her? Oh yeah. Can't pick your family.


"…Tonight's homework is to write nine inches of parchment on review of Vanishing Spells. Class dismissed," McGonagall announced. I wearily packed up my things and headed out the door. I was getting more tired by the second and was praying I didn't fall asleep in any class. I couldn't risk another detention.

"Hey, where're you going?" Lucy called after me.

"I have that thing with Neville."

"Oh yeah. Well, have fun. It's got to be better than my double History of Magic…" She waved goodbye and walked away to the stairs. I gave a big old sigh and left the classroom.

On my way to the greenhouses, I spotted Hagrid. "Hi, Hagrid," I called over. He looked up from whatever it was he was holding and smiled.

"Victoire! How're yeh doin'?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm fine. Got in a bit of trouble last night…"

"Again? Would yeh like to come in fer a cup o' tea?" The offer was tempting and I would've done anything to get out of detention talk, but I couldn't.

"Sorry, not today, Hagrid. I have to go see Neville about my detentions. Can't get out of this one."

He looked disappointed but knew I couldn't miss it. "Maybe 'nother time then, yeah?"

"Definitely. See you later, Hagrid." I walked away in a slightly better mood than I was in before. If anything, I knew I could always count on Hagrid to cheer me up. I picked up my pace to the greenhouses. When I knocked on the already open door, Neville was invisible behind a jungle of odd looking plants.

"Oh, yes, come in," I heard him call.

"Um, Neville… Where are you?" I asked loudly. Just then, he appeared from behind the jumble of plants, holding a water bucket. "Ah. So… how are you?" I asked.

"Nice try, missy. Let's get down to business." He sat down at his desk and took of his glasses. He gestured me to a cushy chair. "Why were you out of bed again, Victoire?"

I plopped down in the chair. "I don't know… I just couldn't sleep. I was thinking about too much. Maybe it's all this bloody homework the teachers keep giving," I accused.

"Yes, but you were thinking about the homework. That means you're learning. Maybe I get paid for something after all," Neville retorted.

"It was a bad excuse anyway…" I grumbled.

Just then, Neville stood up. "You said you were having a hard time sleeping?"

"Yeah…"

He was digging through a bunch of plants. Then he pulled one out and grabbed a cup. He pinch one of its leaves and drained the juice into a cup. "This is a fitterplum. It has a natural sleeping draught right in it!" he said excitedly. He gave me the cup. "Go ahead, try it. The effects won't kick in for another five hours."

I looked at the juice skeptically. "I don't know Neville. You're getting all… you know… dorky again. What if it's dodgy or something?"

He just rolled his eyes and smiled. "Me being intelligent doesn't have any effect on the juice. It will help, I promise. I've had it before."

I knew that there was no stopping Neville when he got in "plant mode" so I took the cup and sipped. I downed it in one swallow. "Hmmm… That tasted really good actually." I was quite surprised at myself.

"Good." He clapped once. "Now, detention. You and Teddy will meet with Firenze in the North Tower on Friday in the Divination classroom. Every Friday night for the next three weeks at seven," he said in a very businesslike manner.

"You've got to be kidding! I have to help Lucy with try outs! Three detentions? That's mad!"

But he just put up his hand. "No. You're mad for being out of bed that late. You're dismissed." I swear Neville was so much like my dad sometimes it scared me. But knowing that fact, I didn't argue any further.

"Fine," I mumbled. I practically ran up to the castle, seething with anger. There was a sharp pain in my left temple, furiously pounding my head, probably from being so mad. I saw Lucy talking with Wood at the bottom of the marble staircase. Hands shaking, I walked over to her.

"Three detentions," I stated.

"Three?" she and Wood exclaimed. "That's absolutely mad!" Wood added on.

"That's what I said. More or less." I groaned. "Ugh. I'm going to go do some homework in the common room. Tackle that essay…" If this headache goes away, I thought.

"Alright, see you," Lucy said. As I walked up the stairs, my head hurt so badly, I felt myself getting dizzy.

When I got inside the common room, I walked into no one other than Teddy. By now, I was massaging my temple with one hand and gave Teddy a pathetic wave with my right.

"Vic?" he said uneasily. "You all right?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I just talked to…" I went strangely blank. It took me a second to remember. "Talked to Neville. He said we have… detention, yeah, um… I feel kind of..." The room began to spin. Teddy's face was alarmed and concerned.

"Vic. Victoire!"

Last thing I knew, I was falling forward, only to be caught by strong arms.

And then I blacked out.


A/N: Mwahahaha! Cliffie!!! But don't fret dear readers, I'm already starting the next chapter.

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