AN: If you recognise it, it's not mine.

"I will not charm the Slytherins' robes red and make them sing "Weasley is our King" at dinner.

I will not charm the Slytherins' robes red and make them sing "Weasley is our King" at dinner.

I will not…"

The door banged open, and Ginny Weasley looked up from her lines. Scowling down at her was Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"I, Weaselette, am supervising your detention, since Professor Snape is required elsewhere this evening. You'll be writing two hundred lines, then scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush." Malfoy smirked at her. "Well, get on with it, Weasley."

Ginny grumbled under her breath, and turned back to her lines. It was, after all, partly Malfoy's fault she was here – if he hadn't been so unbearably smug after that Quidditch match, she'd never have considered pulling that prank. Slytherin had only won because one of their beaters had knocked Harry out before he managed to catch the snitch.

It had been funny though, seeing the Slytherins in red robes, singing (the Gryffindor version of) "Weasley is our King". Even Hermione, who usually declared such actions to be childish, had laughed. It was definitely worth getting detention for, though she should have expected the detention to be with Snape.

After what seemed like forever, she completed the lines and tossed the roll of parchment to Malfoy so he could see she'd finished. He promptly conjured up a bucket of water and a toothbrush, as promised.

"You can start over there," gesturing to the darkest, dirtiest corner of the dungeon.

Resisting the urge to throw the water over him, Ginny stomped off.

Hours later, Malfoy sauntered over to inspect.

"What have you been doing all this time, Weasel? It's still disgustingly filthy. Then again, what can you expect from a muggle lover like you?"

Ginny stood up, flung the brush down, and stood facing him, hands on hips, glaring.

"Firstly, my name is not Weasel, or Weaselette, it's Ginevra. Secondly, I'd like to see you do a better job of cleaning that floor."

"Ginevra," he purred. "Get back down there where you belong." With that, he pushed her, and she landed hard on the floor.

She couldn't take it any more. Snatching up the bucket of now-filthy water, she dumped it unceremoniously over his head, dropping the bucket on him as well for good measure.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall had been standing in the doorway, and had witnessed their little exchange. Privately, she thought Ginny's actions were justified, if a little extreme. However, she couldn't admit that in front of them or the rest of the staff.

"Miss Weasley! Mr Malfoy! What is the meaning of this behaviour? You will both have detention tomorrow night!"

They both began to protest, but a stern glare from Professor McGonagall soon put an end to their complaints. They were going to be stuck in detention together, like it or not.

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