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CHAPTER ONE-DETENTION

Ginny Weasley had never been the center of attention. She walked in the shadows of six older brothers. She felt she was expected to be just as good as any of the other children in the family, if not better. Each boy had some unique thing that made him stand out. Bill was a successful employee of Gringotts. Charlie faced man-eating dragons everyday. Her third oldest brother, Percy, had accomplished quite a bit in his life time. Percy had done everything correctly and was made Head Boy. The twins, Fred and George, had opened a successful joke shop. And Ron, Ron was best friends with one of the most famous wizards in the world, Harry Potter.

Ginny was lost. She had no famous friends or amazing talents that could be connected to her name. She was in her seventh year of Hogwarts and still hadn't had the slightest idea of what she wanted to do with her life. It was always safe to enter the Ministry of Magic, she guessed. But then she would have to deal with Percy daily... and well... that just wasn't a good thing in her mind.

Today was a day like all the others. She sat in potions, daydreaming. She recalled her first day at Hogwarts:

She had been extremely nervous when her name had been called.

"Weasley, Ginny!" McGonagall shouted.

She remembered her single thought, 'What if I'm the only Weasley not to be put into Gryffindor?'

The idea had scared her to death. Surely it would cause shame to the family if she had been put into Slytherin and shame to herself if she was put into Hufflepuff. She let out a breath of relief when the hat had shouted "Gryffindor!!" after it had barely touched her head. She remembered walking down to the table, her brothers grinning and clapping loudly. Her flaming hair had been short then.

"Miss Weasley. Miss Weasley!" Ginny tired to focus on the voice calling her. "Miss Weasley, I suggest you get you head out of the clouds and back into your potion," called a cold, sneering voice. "10 points from Gryffindor for my having to say you name four times before you acknowledged me."

"Yes Professor," said Ginny's meek voice. She looked down and saw her brew had turned into a bright blue when it should have been tickle-me-pink.

"Now, as I was trying to ask you before you began daydreaming in my class and ruining your potion, what is the reaction of dung beetle eyes and frog tongue in this potion?"

           Ginny didn't respond for a moment. She felt horrified not knowing the answer. She became aware of an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her potion was completely ruined. Normally she did quite well in potions but lately she had been slipping. Her mind was always drifting off to other things.

"I don't know," she finally answered.

"Detention. 7 o'clock," was all the Potions Master had to say as the bell rang. He was tired of this girl not paying attention in his class.

She was cursing herself as she left. The last thing she needed was detention. She already had a History of Magic paper on centaur migration to write. She had no doubt that Snape would be giving her a long, tedious task to complete. She sighed as she walked down to the great hall, hoping to grab dinner early so she could finish some of her work before the detention.

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It was 6:45 when Ginny left the Gryffindor common room. She had finished a majority of her homework. Perhaps she would be able to finish the rest in the morning. She couldn't imagine what her detention would be. Her mind jumped from cleaning to stocking shelves. Finally, she arrived in front of the classroom door. It was shut so she gently knocked.

Her rapping reverberated through wooden door and the stone walls. It was 7 o'clock already? No, surely she was early. Professor Snape looked at the clock and noted she was five minutes early to be exact before he said, "You may come in."

A scared looking seventh year stepped quietly into the room. She observed Professor Snape sitting at his desk grading papers for a few moments. He looked into her eyes before several seconds before saying anything to her.

Snape noticed that her eyes were a glowing hazelnut like her mother's. Her hair was much longer than it had been in her first year at Hogwarts. It hung to the middle of her back and swayed gracefully. The skin that hung from her slender frame was a beautiful, pale white. 'Red-heads never do tan, do they?' the professor found himself thinking with a silent chuckle.

"Good evening, Miss Weasley," his shadowy voice said with a tone that sent chills down the young girl's back. "I'd like to get started quickly since I do have better things to do besides baby sit a careless pupil."

"Yes, Sir," was all the tiny girl could manage to say.

"Do you know the reaction of dung beetle eyes and frog tongue?"

"No, Sir," she said while staring at the floor, ashamed he was making her repeat what she had done wrong in class earlier that day.

"Well then I suggest you find out. The ingredients are on the table. Make the potion we made during class today. And I want it made correctly," he hissed before looking back to the papers he was grading.

Ginny paused, trying to absorb the information.

"Professor?" she asked in an extremely quiet voice due to fear of the teacher yelling at her.

"What?" he snarled.

"I didn't bring my notes with me. May I go and get them?"

"That would make the detention far too easy, Miss Weasley." He emphasized the Weasley. "I want you to learn from your mistakes, not repeat them. You must have written down the instructions improperly. Try to remember. You will not leave until I have a pink potion sitting under my nose."

'Not like your nose would miss anything,' Ginny thought while glancing at the oversized nose sitting in the middle of a slightly wrinkled face. She began to chop up all of her ingredients, not knowing which ones were to be chopped and which ones were not. She could feel the presence of Snape's eyes following the movement of her body. She didn't like when Snape eyed her like that. It gave her an odd feeling in her stomach. But there was nothing she could do. She was stuck in his classroom until she made the potion correctly.

Ginny was lost and had no idea what to do. She thought she might as well attempt to make the potion correctly but she didn't know any of the steps. She racked her brain for some memory of making this potion but she couldn't remember a thing. Her mind had been so far away during class she wasn't surprised she couldn't think of anything.

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Snape watched the girl with the flaming red hair try to remember how to make the potion. She had been wrong from the first thing she did. She shouldn't have chopped the lizard liver so finely. It would ruin the entire potion. But he wasn't going to stop her. She'll figure out she did something wrong. It just meant she would need to redo the potion several times and he would have all the more time to look at her thin figure. Severus Snape normally didn't bother to look twice at students but Ginny Weasley had caught his eye for some reason. She was a fine height, had long, flowing, golden, red hair and brown eyes that were to die for.

'What are you thinking? Sitting here drooling over a student. Honestly Severus. Look at yourself. It has been far too long since you have gotten any,' the dark, handsome man thought to himself. 'She is a student and will never even think of compensating the things you just said to yourself. And you really should stop talking to yourself. It isn't like you.'

That was it. He had to leave the room. He was utterly distracted. He couldn't help but think about the Weasley girl. It was probably just because he was bored.

"I'll be back in a bit, Miss Weasley. I forgot something," he lied. He wasn't sure if he'd be back. There was no point. She would be there all night and next week making that potion. She hadn't the slightest idea on how to make it. He laughed inwardly. Maybe tomorrow night she'll remember her notes.

**

Ginny let out a sigh of relief when the older man left. His presence was unnerving to her and that was the last thing she needed at the moment. She sat down on a stool forgetting about her potion. It was no use. She would never get it right tonight. Her delicate fingers reached over to a nearby shelf and picked up a jar of newt eyes. She knew they weren't ingredients to this potion but it couldn't make it any worse. Her potion was now a solid forest green. She threw in a handful of the eyes and watched as the potion began to boil from the handsome forest green to a rather disgusting brown.

"I wonder what kind of potion it is now?" she asked out loud.

"Try it and see, Miss Weasley," the cold voice said in barely more than a whisper.

Ginny turned around, rather afraid. How much had he seen? He must have just stood outside the door and watched her.

"I said try it, Miss Weasley," handing her a spoon.

Ginny had a look of absolute terror in her eyes. Even he didn't know what the potion would do. Why on earth should she drink it? It could be deadly.

"If you are going to steal my stocks, you are going to taste the potion you put them in," said Snape in a deadly tone.

She reluctantly took the spoon from his hand. Her fingers brushed his but she didn't seem to notice. She stared at the potion for several minutes until she heard his foot tapping on the floor. She moved to dip the spoon, taking in a whiff of her concoction. It smelled awful. She decided it would be better to take it fast. She moved her arm and shoved the spoon into her mouth. The last thing she remembered seeing was Snape's malicious grin.