Chapter 2

"You three," Filch smiled, exhibiting his stained, crooked teeth. He looked almost proud of himself for finding them. Fred winced.

"Follow me," Filch sneered. The three students followed him, sniggering along the way. He led them to Snape's office. Filch rapped twice on the door.

Snape opened the door. His lips pursed, his cloak draped behind him.

"Yes?" he drawled slowly.

"I caught these three lighting those fireworks up there," he said, gesturing to the trio with his thumb.

Snape's face tightened. He was not happy. For one, he was ashamed that someone from his house would do such a foolish thing. Secondly, of course, he was disgusted that she did it with the Weasley twins.

"Lily," Snape thought for a moment, "10 points from Slytherin and you will have detention tomorrow night. Now get to your dorm."

He turned on his heel and closed the door. Lily flinched as the door slammed. Filch turned away with the twins and muttered under his breath about 'meddlesome students, having no respect'.

Lily looked back at the Weasleys'. She waved them goodbye as she headed for the dungeons.

At the end of the next day, half an hour after classes ended, Lily headed towards Filch's office for detention. She smiled and waved to the twins, who were already there. George wasn't looking in her direction and didn't see her, but Fred waved back with a smile and a wink. Lily blushed and bit her bottom lip, trying to get rid of the redness creeping upon her face.

"McGonagall gave you the same punishment as Snape gave me eh?" She asked.

"Yep," George stated. Not a second later, Filch stepped out of his office. He groaned at the sight of them, and then walked off, gesturing for the students to follow. They did, shuffling off behind him as he told them about the old Hogwarts punishments.

They stopped walking at a painting of fruit in a basket. Filch handed them a spray bottle each, with a label that read 'Ajax: Spray and Wipe', some paper towels and feather dusters.

"What is this stuff?" Lily asked shaking the bottle.

"It's a muggle cleaning spray. You will clean the entire kitchen. Dishes, bench tops, floor. Without magic," he said making them hand over their wands.

Filch tickled an apple on the painting, and it swung open, revealing a kitchen. They all sighed and walked in.

"I'll be back at seven-thirty," he said and walked away and the portrait swung shut.

"How the fuck are we supposed to use this shit?" Lily asked.

"Well, I'm just guessing here," George said picking up the bottle, "I'm guessing that that you just spray and wipe,"

"Well, I'll get started on the benches," Lily said and sprayed one of the silver bench tops. There was a snigger behind her, and all of a sudden there was a squirting sound followed by a cold thin trail down her spine of something that felt like water, but smelled like lemons. She gasped and turned around. Fred had sprayed her with Ajax. She raised her spray bottle and in a second Fred's head was covered in little droplets of liquid. Before they could blink, it broke into a full on spray-war between the three of them.

It ended after about 20 minutes. They were all quite wet with a sticky and smelly cleaning product. They washed their arms in the sink, occasionally splashing water at one another playfully. They were still laughing, but began cleaning the kitchen.

"I can't believe we've gotten detention already," Lily said, then added, "actually, yes, I totally believe it,"

"I'd be worried if we hadn't," George smiled.

At exactly 7:30pm, Filch returned and inspected the kitchen. The three looked at each other anxiously awaiting his verdict. They were unsure of whether or not Filch noticed that they were covered in the muggle cleaning agent, but they weren't really bothered.

After much deliberation, Filch turned back around and nodded glumly.

"It'll suffice," he muttered and walked them to their common rooms, ensuring they didn't get into any more trouble.

The next day, Lily, Fred and George didn't have any classes together, and didn't see each other until the late afternoon.

"How's my prankster-in-training?" George joked, making Lily utter a laugh.

"I'm fine," she laughed, "so, how was your day?"

"It was great!" he beamed.

"Who'd you prank?" Lily asked suspiciously.

"I'm offended at that accusation," He teased, she raised an eyebrow, "okay, okay, Freddie and me slipped some kid a Skiving Snackbox! His nose started bleeding within seconds!" He looked very pleased with himself. Lily looked disgusted. Not at the prank itself, just the blood part.

"Ew," she screwed up her nose at the thought. She felt a pair of hands slide around her waist and hug from behind. She looked behind her to see Fred.

"How's my beautiful BFF?" he asked with a crooked smile, causing Lily to go slightly red once again.

"I'm good," she smiled, "you know, you two refer to me as 'yours' a lot,"

"You are," they said in time with each other. Fred hugged her tighter, filling Lily's stomach with butterflies that had never been there before.