The last of the day's sunlight streamed through the narrow windows of Minerva McGonagall's office, casting long, low shadows across the room. McGonagall paced slowly across the room, her heels clicking angrily on the worn wooden floor. Her piercing eyes were narrowed with irritation.

"Now, which one of you cares to explain to me WHY you thought it was a good idea to conduct a wrestling match in the middle of a LIBRARY?" she asked, glaring angrily at the three students seated in front of her. "Does it please you to tarnish the Gryffindor name? WELL?!"

"No ma'am," Dean replied fidgeting in his seat. "It was just an accident anyway, I-"

"Accidentally cheated on your girlfriend, huh?" Ginny spat, her tone heavy with sarcasm. "I didn't know it was so hard to keep in your pants-"

"Miss Weasley, that is quite enough!" McGonagall screeched, cutting Ginny off before she could finish. "I have absolutely no desire to hear about your love life! All I want to know is why Madam Pince had to pull- excuse me- DRAG you off Lavender Brown in the middle of the Magical Creatures section!"

"Professor, she was saying terrible things to me!" Lavender wailed, burying her head in her hands. "She's awful Professor, and then she hit me-"

"You don't even know what pain feels like, bitch!" Ginny snarled, jumping to her feet so fast her chair toppled over.

"ENOUGH MISS WEASLEY! YOU WILL SPEND THE REST OF THE WEEK IN DETENTION!" McGonagall screeched, forcing Ginny back down with a flick of her wand. "And so will you two," she said, gesturing at Dean and Lavender. Lavender's triumphant smile vanished. "And 100 points from Gryffindor."

"Professor, you can't do that!" Dean begged. "We're in the lead now, but Slytherin's not far behind, and if we lose the match this weekend they could get ahead!"

"Well, Mr. Thomas, perhaps you should have thought about that before coercing with two females at once," she snapped. "All three of you will report to detention, starting tonight. I believe Professor Snape will be conducting tonight's festivities. And if I catch any of you fighting again, it will be a lot more than 100 points," she sniffed. "Now, get out of my office."

Draco slouched into the Slytherin dormitory later that afternoon, pulling his t-shirt off to reveal a sculpted white chest. He threw himself on the four poster directly across from Blaise's with a sigh.

"You know, mate, I'm not sure the whole whiny girl persona fits you quite right," Blaise teased. "Or on second thought, maybe-"

"Shut up!" Draco growled, tossing a pillow at him. "Quidditch was not good to me today."

"The Gryffindor/Slytherin scrimmage didn't go according to plan?" Blaise asked, absentmindedly flipping through his Potions book.

"Fucking Potter caught the snitch five minutes in. I knew it was over the second I saw his blood traitor head streaking through the damned sky," Draco growled. "I swear to Merlin he cheats."

"Well, at least you have the rest of tonight to relax with Snape. You know, detention supervison?" he continued, seeing the blank look on Draco's face. And then it dawned on him.

"FUCK! I completely forgot! Pansy's coming over tonight!"

"That sucks, mate. I guess Pansy'll have to come over and suck your dick-I mean study- some other time," Blaise replied nonchalantly. He knew what was coming.

"Cover for me?" Draco pleaded, staying true to character. "Just this once?"

Blaise avoided eye contact. "I have studying to do. And I was hoping to go for a run later-"

"Com'on! I let you shag my cousin! You owe me!"

"You did not LET me shag your cousin! She fucked me of her own accord!" Blaise shot back. "And as for the part about me being in your debt, I think the fact that I haven't strangled Pansy yet is payment enough!"

"Please?" Draco asked desperately, a final surge in a losing battle. "I'll pay you! 10 galleons. And I'll cover for your next TWO detentions!"

Blaise looked at his friend with exasperation. He really was looking forward to having tonight to accomplish some things, go for a run around the lake, and maybe go to bed early. His final decision was made, however, by the sound of Pansy's whiny, screeching voice traveling up the staircase and colliding forcefully and unpleasantly with his eardrums.

"DRAKIE! I BROUGHT WHIPPED CREAM TONIGHT, BABY!"

"Make that 20 galleons, asshole!" Blaise hissed at Draco, heading for the door. "And stay the hell away from my bed!"