Before I knew it, Thursday evening was soon upon me meaning only one thing, yes detention and, worst of all detention with Snape!! Whoopee bleedin doo. Unwillingly I dragged myself slowly towards Snape's classroom, down in the cold damp dungeons with as much enthusiasm as a cat being forced to take a bath; absolutely none! Merlin knows what nasty, horrid task Snape would have me doing tonight. It had stayed in the back of my mind, the little comment Malfoy had made about my detention, he was probably full of crap and just wanted to wind me up but, it still lingered uncomfortably. I approached the door and tapped lightly.

"Enter" came Snape's low drone.

I hesitated briefly, took in a deep breath, slowly let it out before reluctantly opening the door then entered the room. It was it's usual damp, depressing self in the potions classroom with Snape sat as usual behind his desk, looking as if he was marking homework. I quickly scanned the rest of the room and found we were completely alone, just old Snapie and I; I gave a small smile in the knowledge that Malfoy was in fact full of shit and waited for Snape's instructions.

"Sit" he said without looking up at me.

I reached the nearest table by his desk and took a seat. Snape was reading from a large piece of parchment, his face contorting in what looked like a mixture of anger and frustration as he read further and further down the page, suddenly slamming it down on his desk he reached over for his quill then scribbled furiously on the parchment, and I was sure it was far from a passable mark.

"Oh dear, looks like someone didn't do too well on their homework" I said sympathetically,

His head shot up and his eyes rested on me coldly "Other peoples work is none of your concern De'lore,"

I shrugged "Not concerned Sir, just a simple observation that's all"

"Well don't," he snapped "instead may I suggest you concern yourself with the task at hand"

"W-which...is...um what exactly?" I was nearly afraid to ask. When I saw the expression on Snape's face I knew it couldn't be good.

His lips twitched as he sat there looking at me, a small smirk slowly creeping into place and an ever so smug look plastered that cruel face. Oh Merlin, this really wasn't good!!!

"Follow Me," he said slowly, clearly enjoying every second of this.

We both got to our feet, me trailing sluggishly behind. To my surprise and horror we left his classroom and ended up going further into the dungeons which, really wasn't the safest place for a Gryffindor to be, especially one with a mouth as big as mine! We carried on down the corridor until we came to another door, Snape opened it and entered with me following nervously behind.

The door slammed loudly behind as I stood there motionless for a few seconds trying to understand what in Merlin's name was going on. I looked up questionably at Snape who merely smirked back down at me. I gritted my teeth and mentally cursed him before averting my attention back to the other occupants in the room. I shook my head, folded my arms and stared at them irritably, they stared back with the exact same look on their faces as Snape. Damn Slyherins!

I looked back up at Snape and tapped my foot impatiently on the hard stone floor, waiting for an explanation.

"Mr's Malfoy and Zabini" he began with great pleasure "are very talented potion makers Miss De'lore...they are infact thee only two students in year six that are good enough to take extra advanced potion lessons which, is what they are doing now," his lips twitched once again and for the first time ever I saw what appeared to be an amused look on his face. Oh boy, most defiantly NOT a good sign. "Which De'lore, is where I am pleased to tell you, you come in" his voice oozing satisfaction.

I raised an eye in dismay, alarmed at what was coming next.

"You see, Malfoy and Zabini need there potion testing and guess what De'lore...your it" he sniggered "I shall be back in two hours...have fun"

He turned to leave but not before I grabbed hold of his arm "Oh no. No way. Not a chance." I said firmly shaking my head "No way am I being a guinea-pig" my voice raised in anger.

Snape stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to face me. His eyes moved from my face to my hand which was still firmly gripping his upper arm, then back again.

His features now harsh "May I remind you De'lore that you are in detention and I, as your teacher can give you any punishment that I see fit. Now, remove your hand from my arm" his tone low and deadly, but I didn't care, i was angry now.

"You maybe my teacher sir, and I maybe in detention, but there is no way, no way in hell that I am going to be a guinea-pig for two Slytherins, whether you tell me to or not."

His face etched in anger as he glared at me coldly "Is that so De'lore?" he hissed "And what exactly can you do about it? Nothing that's what. Now I strongly advise that you take your filthy little hand off me, before you find yourself in more trouble than you can possibly handle"

Removing my hand I stared at him with contempt "I am not doing it and I do not care what you say or do. I.AM.NOT.DOING.IT"

"What's the matter De'lore" butted in Malfoy, highly amused "Scared?"

I snapped my head in his direction, "No Malfoy, not scared just not bloody stupid enough to do this" I turned back to Snape "I want to see the Headmaster" I insisted placing my hands on my hips "I demand to see Professor Dumbledore."

Snape raised an eye questionably "And why exactly would you want to do that?" he enquired calmly.

"Because," I began matter-of-factly "I am sure he would never, ever approve of a Gryffindor being shut up deep within the dungeons at night, with two Slythrein's who by the way are concocting goodness knows what, without anyone around to keep an eye on things. If I have to be alone down here with these two buffoons then so be it...but I will not and I repeat will not put a single drop of that potion to my lips without appropriate supervision...and once I see the Headmaster I shall make my feelings perfectly clear to him."

Snape's face looked livid. Every part of his demeanour was icy and malicious, if looks could kill I'd be dead and buried about now. "How dare you" he spat venomously "How dare you defy me girl, and how dare you talk to me in that manner...one more word from you De'lore and you shall have detention every single night for the rest of your schooling life, do I make myself clear?"

With my face stony I remained silent.

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"Yes.Sir." I spat out.

"Good...I shall be back in two hours" he gave me one final glare before leaving.

I stood facing the closed door and flipped him the middle finger, "Arse hole" I said through gritted teeth absolutely fuming, before turning my attention back to the two other Slythrein's whom I could hear sniggering at my expense "and you two idiots can piss off as well" I hissed, folded my arms as I slumped up against the wall with a face like thunder.

"You know Draco," said Zabini after a few minuets "she's kind of cute when she's angry"

I lifted my head ready to glare at them, only to find they had left their seats and were heading my way.

Instinctively I grabbed for my wand and pointed it in there direction "Come any closer and I swear I'll blast you into oblivion...I am in NO mood for the likes of you lot right now, so why don't you just run along back over there, and leave me ALONE!"

They both smirked at me, causing my jaw to tighten in fury. I gave a high pitched squeal of irritation "What is it with you bloody Slythrein's? Is it a requirement that no male can get into your soddin house without that damn bloody smirk?"

The two boys looked at one another in amusement, then back at me.

"You know De'lore" Malfoy began "under normal circumstances it would only be fitting for us to teach you some manners and respect"

I simple carried on glaring, as the fool continued.

"But, as my good friend here" he turned to Zabini "seems to be rather enjoying the show...and if I'm being honest, your clear discomfort in this situation is far more entertaining than I could have possible imagined, which is why, Blaise and I are willing to let your little comments slide...but just this once"

"Oh I am honoured" I said sarcastically "why thank you for sparing me, oh so great one"

He nodded slightly "Your welcome, and I am glad to hear that you have finally learned to address me properly"

I felt my lips press hard together and my nose flared. I knew I was close to loosing it and if the stupid idiots didn't leave me alone and soon, well lets just say they would know about it.

"I.Was.Being.Sarcastic." I spat out through gritted teeth.

Malfoy folded his arms idly and leaned over to Zabini "You know what Blaise, for once I have to agree with you, she does look kind of cute when she's angry" They both laughed.

I knew exactly what they were doing, trying to get me wound up as much as possible. Now normally, I could have ignored it but, like I said I was close to loosing it, and that little comment, well lets just say it didn't help.

There was a table right next to where I stood and sitting neatly on top of it was a large glass vial. I quickly lowered my wand, grabbed the vial and threw it at them with as much force as I could possibly manage while shouting at the top of my voice "YOU BLOODY SLYTHERIN BASTARDS, ARROGANT ARSE WHOLES THE LOT OF YOU"

Malfoy and Zabini darted out of the way as the vial flew past them, hitting the back wall and smashing into a million tiny pieces. Ha, that wiped the stupid smirks off their faces. Ok so, maybe not one of the smartest things I have ever done but, it did make me feel a whole lot better.

Zabini stared at me wide eyed, while Malfoy looked from me, to the shattered glass behind him then back again. I couldn't quite work out the expression on his face as we stood in silence. I waited for the explosion that was no doubt on it way but, to my complete amassment it never came, instead however they looked at one another briefly, both raising eyebrows and yes you guest it, them bloody smirks were back!!

"You should watch that temper of yours De'lore" said Zabini smoothly "you could have done some serious damage you know"

"Yeah well" I snapped back irritably "it's a damn shame I didn't."

I placed my wand back under my cloak and folded my arms huffily. The two Slythrein's finally decided to leave me alone and went back to what ever it was they were making.

Ten minuets had passed. Malfoy and Zabini were chatting quietly among themselves, every now and then they would glance at me, snigger and smirk. I had parched myself on the table that I was next to, my arms still folded I swung my legs in an up and down motion totally bored. I still felt a little irate but, on the whole had calmed down quite nicely.

A few more minuets passed and I started chewing on my bottom lip. Unfolding my arms, I tapped my fingers lightly on the table. I was becoming fidgety and restless, which meant one thing, I was bored stiff. Now, I had to make a choice. Should I just sit here and put up with it for two hours or should I not? I glanced over at the two Slythrein's; ok so not my first choice in great company but, they were the only ones here and it would no doubt be fun to annoy the hell out of them.

I jumped off the table and walked over to them, grabbing the nearest chair I placed it at their table directly opposite them. They watched me carefully as I went about my business and Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly

"What exactly are you doing?" he demanded.

"Well, since I have the misfortune of being stuck in here with you two, I thought, I may as well make a bad situation even worse and so I am going to annoy the hell out of you...I'm bored see"

"Like hell you are" he sneered "you are here De'lore for no other reason than to test this potion...now get back over there. We'll call you when your needed."

Leaning forward I rested my arms lightly on the table and gave him a small smile "Make me," my tone almost inviting.

"I warned you De'lore," He bellowed, "I told you I would let that mouth slide once, and once only. I suggest you do as you've been told otherwise I shall be using my wand"

I smiled again knowing I was digging my own grave but, I was never one to be told what to do, especially not by Malfoy "Then you'll have to hex me, cause I aint moving"

"Right" he spat in anger, his hand disappearing down his cloak for a few seconds, then reappeared, firmly holing his wand "I have had it with you De'lore"

Closing my eyes I braced myself ready for the curse that would either blast me across the room or, turn me into something totally unrecognisable. I waited a few seconds but nothing happened. I opened one eye slowly then followed it by the other.

I found Zabini had grabbed a hold of Malfoy's arm "Leave it Draco" his voice was quiet but firm and Malfoy looked at him coolly.

Zabini turned his head, looked at me then smirked "You have to give her credit Draco, how many others would be alone down here, out numbered and still use that harsh tongue with no regard for the consequence. Just let her sit there, you never know, it may even be interesting"

Malfoy's features were still hard and cold as his eyes bore down on me but, he did lower his wand
"One chance De'lore...if you so much as piss me off in anyway, I won't be talked around next time...understand?"

"You bet ya."

I had a feeling that Zabini may, be one of the only people Malfoy respected enough to actually listen to. And don't get me wrong I was secretly very thankful for it too, I could have quite easily been hexed by now. Maybe I wouldn't irritate Zabini quite as much as I would Malfoy, I mean, I did owe him one now, after all.

"So" I said in a cheery voice clasping my hands together "What ya doin?"

Malfoys jaw tightened "Making a potion"

"Really" I said with wide eyes and a fake shocked tone "Well I never would have guest"

Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly, was he about to blow?

I smiled cheekily at him "Ok, ok, just kidding. I'll rephrase my question...what kind of potion are you making?"

Zabini answered with a smirk "Veritaserum"

My eyes rose in shock as i gulped "A-And Snape want's me to test...t-that" I gave a little nervous giggle.

"What's the matter De'lore, afraid we may find out some dark little secrets?" Malfoy teased

"No" I said in a matter-of-fact tone "because like I said to Snape, it aint gonna happen"

Malfoy shook his head in a disapproving manner "Aint gonna happen! Aint gonna happen! Really De'lore you have been hanging out with those looser friends of yours for far to long. The correct terminology is...it will not be happening or, it is not going to happen. You sound like some poor commoner for Merlin's sake, if you insist upon talking at least do it properly"

"And how exactly do you know I am not some poor commoner...I could be"

He gave a low chuckle "Yeah right. You are a De'lore for Merlin sake, not exactly lacking in a galleon or two now, are you? Now, if you had the Weasley name, that would be a whole other matter"

My brow furrowed irritably at his words. Malfoy was nothing more than stuck up little rich boy who, knew nothing more than the bigoted attitude that he chose to believe. I had known the Weasley's now for a number of years and, in my personal opinion they were the nicest, kindest family I had ever met in my whole short existence and, I would defend them to no end.

"How Dare you" I spat coldly "I mean, who are you to judge? You know absolutely nothing about them...did it ever occur to you that they are in fact lovely people, regardless of the fact that they are not quite as well off as some...which I might add, in my opinion, isn't such a bad thing. As someone who was fortunate enough to be born into a wealthier family, you probably know as well as I that, it isn't as fantastic as it's made out to be, most of us are lavished with gifts on a regular basis just to shut us up and keep us happy, while Mummy and Daddy have far more important things to attend to than to actually look after there children." I finished quite frankly.

I looked down at my hands and started fiddling with my finger nails, instantly regretting my little outburst. I hadn't meant to divulge quite that much in the presence of these two, but that's what you get for having a mouth as big as mine and there was nothing I could do about it now anyway. Slowly lifting my head I saw Zabini with his head down while Malfoy gazed straight ahead with a look on his face that told me he knew exactly what I was talking about, the question was would he admit it? Yeah right.

He shook his head after a moment or two as if clearing his thoughts, the focused his attention back on me, "Arrrr...poor little De'lore" his voice sang "Mummy and Daddy don't pay her enough attention at home, so she has to get it at school"

"For your information Malfoy, that is not the case at all, not any more anyway...and besides it really is none of you business"

"Not any more?" inquired Zabini "So they changed, why?"

I mentally rolled my eyes at myself, could my mouth get any bloody bigger?!

"I do not wish to talk about it, like I..."

Malfoy cut me off "Come on De'lore, being the little spoilt attention seeking brat that you are, why don't you just admit it, you probably stood in front of them with a full blown hissy fit, feet stomping, fists pounding, screaming, crying and demanding there undivided attention"

I smirked at him gleefully "I don't know Malfoy, isn't that more your style"

He opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by Zabini.

"Ok you two that's enough...can't we just have five minuets without you two at each others throats?" he paused as Malfoy and I glared at one another "Right, good...now lets just get on with this shall we"

I slumped back huffily in my chair, quiet for the time being at least.