Tobias: Wulfric?

Wulfric : Hmm?

(Tobias points to something)

Tobias: What's that?

(Wulfric Quickly hides something)

Wulfric : Nothing, why don't you give the disclaimer?

Tobias : Sure.. Okay guys, Wulfric wishes everyday that she owned Harry Potter so book six never happened, but sadly she doesnt.

Harry seemed fine that Hermione decided to put the relationship on hold, but while he was supposed to be transfiguring his goblet into a frog, a thought sprang up in his head. He pushed it away so he could concentrate, but it became really annoying. Finally he let it in, and came to a realization.

"Merlin, what the heck happened? I mean, was it me, was it her. I care about her, hell I think I love her, and I let her loose. What if she never comes back to me?" was all Harry could think. He shook his head and set to finishing his work, but he was not really paying attention.

Minerva was watching Harry's work when he suddenly stopped. She saw a look that crossed his face, and it slightly concerned her. Thinking, she knew she had seen that face before, and it took a minute to realize when she had. Two days before Harry had that incident before Christmas.

"I'll have to talk to Albus before Harry can get far," she mused in her head.

Before she could get much further, the bell rang signaling the end of class. Harry was out the door before she could call him. Minerva headed into her office to have a quick fire chat with Albus concerning Harry's mood.

"Hey Scarboy!" came the shout from behind Harry. Slowly turning he saw Ron standing in the middle of the corridor.

"Great, what does he want." thought Harry.

"What the hell did you do to Hermione? Huh? What do you have to say for yourself?", Ron basically shouted.

"I didn't do anything to her, besides talk to her," Harry replied.

"Oh, so that's what they are calling it these days, 'talking'. Sure, Potter-Dumbledore, I just bet that's all you did," spat Ron.

"What the hell Ron? I didn't do anything of the sort with Hermione."

"Like I said, I just bet so. Didn't you take me serious when I said to stay away from her? What am I going to have to do to show you I'm as serious as I'll ever be?"

"I don't know. All I know is I never did anything, now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to lunch," Harry said, turning towards the Great Hall.

Ron had other plans as he dropped his books, and grabbed Harry from behind. As Harry faced him again, Ron pulled back and punched him in the face. After shaking the stars from his eyes, Harry hit Ron back.

Professor McGonagall heard the commotion outside her classroom when she reappeared from her office, and headed out to see what was up. She wasn't expecting to see Harry and Ron in a fist fight in the middle of the corridor.

"Would someone like to explain to me exactly what is going on here?" she said with a cold edge to her voice.

Harry stopped the minute he heard his Grandmother speak. By the look on her face, he could tell both him and Ron were in for it. As he went to take a step towards her, Ron ignored McGonagall's presence and tripped Harry. There in front of the stern professor, he continued to bash Harry about the head and chest.

The fury in her eyes was shown when she stunned Ron and drug both him and Harry towards the Headmaster's Office. She held both boys by their ears, but she had a vice grip on Harry's. When Minerva realized this, she did not lessen the grip on Harry, but increased the grip on Ron.

As she drug them, she wondered why she had Harry in the tighter grip. When they rounded the corner, she realized it was because he was her child.

Albus was sitting behind his desk contemplating how to talk with his grandson next, when the office door opened revealing Minerva holding a vice grip on both Harry and Mr. Weasley.

"Ah, Professor McGonagall, I assume by the way you have appeared to of drug these two up here, that this is not a friendly visit."

"No Headmaster, I found these two fist fighting in the corridor. When I approached them, Mr. Potter stopped and moved to explain to me when Mr. Weasley here tripped him and went back to hitting him. I do not know what happened before this, but I bet it'll be an interesting story," Minerva explained.

"Ah, I see," said Albus. "Well then, Mr. Weasley would you like to explain first?"

"What's the use? I mean you're going to believe Scarhead over me anyways and he'll get off without a thing," spat out Ron.

"That is not true Mr. Weasley. I have every intention of punishing Harry here just as I will punish you. Now would you like to explain to me why you decided to duel him in a physical manner?"

"Fine. He's done something to Hermione. I told him to stay away, but no he just couldn't. It wouldn't surprise me if he used her for sex and then tossed her aside. Plus, everything is just handed to him and I for one am tired of it."

At the mention of Harry using Hermione for sex, he was given a glare that could terrify a first year from his Grandmother. Gulping, he looked away from her as he heard Albus addressing him.

"Okay, what do you have to say for yourself Harry?"

"I never did anything to Hermione, besides tell her I didn't want to become intimate yet. I never wanted anything in that way from her, possibly very far down the line, but not now. I didn't want a confrontation with Ron here, but he threw the first punch. Needless to say, I should not have hit him back but I did, and therefore I deserve everything you deem fit as a punishment," said Harry in a voice barely a step above a monotone.

"Alright then. Mr. Weasley you will have two weeks worth of detention with Professor Snape. I will have him alert you to what time you are to show up. Harry, your two weeks will be held with Professor McGonagall."

Both boys just nodded at this statement. Ron threw a glare in Harry's direction thinking he was getting off easy. Harry rolled his eyes at this, if Ron only knew what McGonagall would do to him in detention he'd choose Snape over her.

"Also I will be informing your parents Mr. Weasley. Harry, we'll speak about this later tonight," said Albus with a bite of sternness.

"Yes Sir," Harry replied.

"Well then. If the two of you hurry you can make it in time for the end of lunch before you have to head off to your next class."

Both Harry and Ron stood, and headed towards the door. Ron got there first, went out, and made sure to slam it in Harry's face. With a sigh, Harry opened the door and headed out, leaving Albus and Minerva alone with their own thoughts.

a/n: woot! i got this up within a few days of chapter thirty one.. go me:) I like getting these chapters done..

Wulfric

Tobias: Are you going to tell me ?

Wulfric: It's nothing.

Tobias: Your bastard school sent out '4 wk. Progress Reports' to everyone didnt they?

Wulfric: Yea..

Tobias: Parentals in a twist for no real reason?

Wulfric: Exactly.

Tobias hugs Wulfric)