Chapter Four

I was Only Havin' Fun

"Ugh! This is so unfair!" Ginny snarled, storming into the Gryffindor Common room.

"What is, love?" Colin asked, setting down his book. Ron shot him a glare and Ginny breifly debated whether it was the gay blonde's use of 'love' or jealousy that Colin had never called him love.

Ginny collapsed in the chair beside him. "I have detention."

"What?" Ron spluttered. "Why?"

Ginny shrugged. "Because I kicked Blaise Zabini's ass."

"GInny!" Ron protested.

"What? He was drunk." She decided not to tell him about Blaise's kiss. You never knew when you needed help.

"Shouldn't you be heading out then, pet?" Colin asked, earning another glare from Ron.

Ginny glanced at her watch and swore. She deposited a kiss on her brother's cheek then another on Colin's head, earning herself a scowl. Ginny smirked as she tore out of the room. It was so obvious.

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Ginny arrived at detention with a bare three seconds to spare. She burst through the door and tripped. She tumbled over the nearest desk and landed on her back at Snape's feet. She was pleased to note he wore something under his robes after all.

"Evenin' Professor!" She chirped cheerfully.

"Miss Weasley. Kindly refrain from looking up my pantleg."

"Mmkay!" She placed her hands, palms down on the cold stone by her heads. She pushed up into a backbend before straightening to standing. Only to find herself nose to chest with Blaise Zabini.

"Oh, no."

"Oh Yes, Miss Weasley. Mr Zabini was found attending classes this morning with a hangover. I'm sure even someone as enept at math as you can put two and two together and reach something closely resembling four. Your task is to clean all the desks and the floor without magic. Have fun."

So said, he all but skipped out of the room, locking it behind him. Ginny debated breaking it down and throttling her teacher, but decided that wouldn't look so good on a resume.

She sighed and deposited her robe on a table. She was wearing a light green scoop neck tee shirt and black jeans. She tied back her hair. She turned around to see Blaise holding a bucket of soapy water out to her.

"Do the desks first." She told him.

"Excuse me?" Ginny fought down a flush as she realized how perverted that sounded. Instead she turned to him once again with a haughty air.

"Wash the desks first. If you splash on the floor it won't matter because it will have to get cleaned later anyway. Kapishe?"

"Yeah. Never thought I'd hear a red head make sense. Then again, you are a Weasley." he said, starting on a desk

Ginny's sponge connected with his head, sending soapy water down the back of his neck. "Next time you insult me, I'll show you how my mother used to wash out our mouths."

He chuckled. "I'd love to see that."

"Ok."

Suddenly Ginny had slid across on the wet floor. She tripped him easily. Next thing he knew, she was straddling him trying to pour soapy water in his mouth as they both laughed.

He put his hands to her waist and suddenly they stopped. A flush ran across her freckled nose. She leaned down. He started up. For a moment, it seemed their lips were about to touch. Then Ginny rolled off him, talking about work. But the flush never left her cheeks the whole night.

(A/N: Ekkk! I thought I put this up?