A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to come out! Here it is, and the next chapters will come soon, I promise!
DISCLAIMER: Alas, I be not J.K. Rowling. I doth not own Harry Potter, althpugh I own a Gryffindor badge and cushion because I went to the Harry Potter Studios yesterday! Read on.
The next morning, Nessie bounded down to breakfast even perkier than ever as her confidence was sky high. She sat with Hermione discussing the issue with the Philosopher's Stone when Harry and Ron staggered into the Great Hall, completely wrecked. They collapsed on the table and fell asleep again, until Nessie flicked their heads. "Why do you have to be so annoyingly awake in the mornings?" Moaned Harry.
She sighed and continued the discussion with Hermione about Snape. "We've got to find out more before he gets the Stone," said Hermione.
"I know," said Nessie. "The only thing is why he wants it. He probably wants eternal life, but we need to figure out how to stop him."
With that, she left and went back to the common room. She brushed her teeth and checked her timetable, and for once in her life, she was pleased to be going to double potions with the Slytherins. She bounded off, feeling like a very excited and playful Labrador puppy who had just seen a butterfly. She was the first one in the Potions classroom and was waiting for Parkinson to arrive. In came Malfoy, and unsurprisingly Parkinson with her arms wrapped around him. She could really see the discontent and discomfort of Malfoy with being seen with a simpering sod being stuck to him endlessly. Nessie strolled over. "Hey Parkinson," she said casually, "Still stuck to Malfoy? Really got to stay away from the glue."
Parkinson pulled away from Malfoy, and Nessie continued. "Have you heard about the auditions yet?"
Parkinson's lips thinned. "Yes, I have, actually. I got it."
She was shaking nervously. Nessie smiled as Parkinson was playing right into her hands. "Really, now? I don't think that's possible."
"Why?"
Parkinson was really shaking now. "Because I got it."
"WHAT?!" She exploded. "How could you have got it, Potter?"
"Well, lets just run through the reasons YOU didn't get it, shall we? First of all, the only disadvantage to you singing is that you can't, and secondly, it helps if you're not a simpering, wet little creep who isn't capable of walking without her arms around someone, and also if they can see that the person keeps a safe distance away from the super glue."
Nessie walked away as Parkinson weeped, but even Malfoy couldn't help laughing at how pathetic Parkinson was.
Nessie ran back to her seat as Snape entered, but she discreetly put a silencing charm on Parkinson so Snape wouldn't hear her continuous sobs. Merlin, how Parkinson annoyed her with her simpering and wimpering. That day, they were brewing forgetfulness potions, and Snape jeered, "Of course, Longbottom doesn't need one of these, as he is self-sufficient."
The Slytherins sniggered, and Nessie whispered to Harry, "Well, at least he's not self-sufficient in swelling solutions, otherwise he'd be as fat as Parkinson."
Harry laughed quietly, so quiet that it was in fact in his head, because the awkward silence in the classroom was so penetrating that if you made even the tiniest noise, then Snape's glare would bore into your skin. They set to work, and Ron accidentally put in 5 mistletoe berries instead of 4. "I'm sure I could just, you know," he said, "scoop it out."
He dipped his finger in to get it out. "Er, Ron," said Nessie uneasily, "I'm not sure that's the best idea..."
KABOOM. Ron stood with his mistletoe berry triumphantly, yet his face was black with soot, and his fiery red hair even more on fire. He looked up and quickly shook his head vigorously, distinguishing the flame. Nessie laughed, and Ron blushed a violent purple. Hermione peeked into his cauldron and sighed with relief at the fact that the potion was still the correct crimson red colour, and not the sludgy brown paste that Neville was stirring with a look of disgust on his face. Nessie longed to help, but she didn't want to get another detention. Especially not if someone tried to take it for her. Malfoy and his cronies were hysterical, and Ron stared at the floor. Nessie shot them a death glare and Malfoy wolf-whistled. "You really are disgusting, Malfoy. I want to chop you up and pickle you right now in this bottle of pickled mistletoe berries."
Malfoy wiggled his eyebrows. "What about some action under this mistletoe, Potter?"
Magical mistletoe grew speedily down from the ceiling, marked with the signature 'W' for the Weasley twins. Oh Merlin, thought Nessie, I know the spell to get me out, think! The Slytherins watched earnestly (well all apart from Pansy Parkinson, who was weeping) and the Gryffindors cursed them. Malfoy leaned in, and said, "You can't escape."
Bingo. That's the spell. Escapio. Come on, Nessie, what are you waiting for? Do the bloody spell. "Escapio!" She cried, as the mistletoe withered up, and fell to the floor, shrivelled like a prune.
She walked back to her seat and was patted on the back by the Gryffindors. Malfoy's lip curled with a snarl as he raised his wand. Ron stared in horror and reacted with lightening speed. "Confundo!" He snapped, and Malfoy burst backwards, staggering into a pile of cauldrons.
Snape strolled in and gasped when he saw Malfoy. "Who did this? Speak now!" He growled.
Ron thought. He needed to own up, but he knew he would get detention and lose house points and the last thing he needed was another detention. He groaned, and defied his own judgement. "It was-"
"ME!" He was interupted by a Gryffindor girl not far from him. "It was me, Professor. I only did it because he blew up Ron's potion and set fire to him."
There were only 2 people on Gryffindor who called him Ron, and one of them wasn't a girl. Oh, Merlin's beard, he silently groaned, Nessie can't be getting detention because of me. Snape smiled with satisfaction. "Well, it seems that one of our celebrities have started to abuse their fame. Detention and 10 points from Gryffindor, Miss Potter." He said, smirking, but then added quickly but regretfully, "oh, and Mr Malfoy, I'm afraid you will have to serve detention as well. Both of you will serve your detentions together," Nessie groaned, yet Malfoy wiggled his eyebrows, "at 5 o'clock tonight in my office. Class dismissed."
He glided out of the classroom and the students packed their things. "Essentially, this is your fault Malfoy. This is going to be unbearable..."
"Unbearable?" Said Malfoy. "I've got detention with the hottest girl in the school, how can this be bad?"
"I've got detention with one of the snobbiest, most disgusting creeps in the school. Of COURSE this is going to be bad!"
"Oh, no it won't!" Cried Malfoy. "Not unless we... Pass the time?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Nessie pretended to throw up, and snarled. "In your dreams, Malfoy. Get lost."
She stormed out of the dungeons and ran to the common room. Ron, Harry and Hermione growled at Malfoy. "Stay away from my sister," said Harry.
"How can I? We have detention together." Said Malfoy.
"Stay away from her!" Yelled Ron.
Malfoy jeered. "Aiming a bit out of our league, are we, Weaselbee? You couldn't even afford one of her fingers."
"At least we aren't snobby jerks like you," said Hermione, "so stay away from my best friend."
"How dare you speak to me, you filthy little Mudblood!" He spat.
The three marched out of the classroom, thoroughly disgusted. As they entered the common room, Nessie was sitting dismally on the sofa by the fire, shuffling her exploding snap cards half-heartedly. They sat down and Ron suddenly burst out. "Why'd you take the blame for me?"
"Because you took the blame for me last time!"
"Yes, but you have to spend it with MALFOY!"
"I know..." She sighed sadly.
Harry racked his brains for a way to get her out, but it was no use. Nessie had to go to detention with Malfoy. She spent the hour before her detention chatting with the Weasley twins. She gazed around the common room and saw Ron singed hair. Something went PING! in her brain and she snapped round to the twins. "Guys, I have an idea!"
Their eyes narrowed. "Of pranking intentions?"
"Obviously. What else?"
"Right, amateur pranker, let's see what you've got."
"What about a sort of Russian Roulette sweet packet? You lay them out in a circle, and pick one. They all look the same, but in one of them, there's something that, I don't know, could set your hair on fire and make steam come out of your ears? There can be different ones... Ooh, one that makes you swell up like Pansy Parkinson!"
The twins nodded, impressed. "That's a pretty good idea! Lets think of more ideas before... Well, you know," Fred said.
For an hour, they came up with all sorts of different types of the Russian Roulette sweets: ones that make your nose melt; ones that make you say 'I love you' non-stop for 24 hours; ones that even make your legs turn into jelly, and lots, lots more. Nessie stood up. "Well, I'm going to detention now. See you later."
She waved and trudged reluctantly through the portrait hole and down to Snape's office.