A/N: Sorry! I've been ultra busy. I promise that I'll write more.

Disclaimer: I don't have a British accent, but I want one!

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"What happened next?" Ginny asked eagerly.

We were sitting in the common room together and I had just told her about what happened at breakfast. There were very few people in the room (they were all still at dinner) and with the fire burning next to us it was very cozy.

"We just talked. It was nice. We didn't mention Voldemort once. It was the first time we've talked that long about something else." I gazed into the fire, remembering earlier in the day.

"We, we, we. All I hear is 'we'. You make it sound like you two are a couple!" Ginny's smile stretched from ear to ear.

"Unfortunately he's still together with Lavender." I looked at a nearby clock, "I have to go. I've got my final detention tonight."

"With who?" asked Ginny.

"Professor Snape," I answered.

Ginny wrinkled her nose, "Good luck with that."

"Thanks," I waved good-bye and headed out the portrait hole.

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"Miss Granger, you are late." Were the first words out of Professor Snape's mouth.

I nodded my head. I was really only a minute late, but I knew better than to talk back to Snape.

"What will we be doing, professor?" I asked.

"For your reckless act of Muggle dueling earlier this week you will be cleaning the class room." Said Snape. I looked around at my surroundings. The classroom was filthy; there were puddles of old potions on the floor and tables, along with stray potions ingredients.

"The last class I had was full of nervous first years." He smirked. "There are cleaning supplies in the cupboard. Get to work."

While Snape sat at his desk and looked over papers, I swept, dusted, mopped, and scrubbed every nook and cranny of the classroom. The potions ingredients were rotting and made me sick; the spilt potions burned off half the mop, and the dust made me sneeze for an hour. And all the while Snape just sat there, grading papers.

"Stop for a moment." He said. I did as I was told. I knew what was coming next; I've heard it a dozen times.

"Miss Granger," he asked, "when do you think muggle dueling would be appropriate in the school?"

"Never, professor," I answered.

"Then why, in Merlin's great mind, did you decide to partake in it at the Quidditch field?" he squinted his eyes and stared at me.

"I wasn't thinking, sir."

"For once Miss Granger was not thinking. And look where that landed her." He smirked. My blood boiled, but I controlled myself. I simply nodded and went back to work.

"You may leave." Snape said a few minutes later. I put down the rag I was holding and stood up, exhausted. "But, I need you to throw these away for me." He handed me a small stack of papers, "I need to go somewhere."

I was too tired to be suspicious, or to mention that there was a garbage can next to his desk. I took the papers and walked out of the room.

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The rubbish heap was a little way off the route to the Gryffindor common room. When I got there I dropped the papers into the slot (a tube leads from the corridor to the heap outside). A single piece of paper floated down towards the floor.

"Oops, I missed one." I bent over to pick it up and noticed a familiar writing on it. Another note passed between two friends!

I saw Hermione and Ron talking today.

I saw them too.

And…how did you feel?

What do you mean "how did you feel?" I felt angry!

I thought so.

I know she's up to something. I just know it!

Up to something? They're friends! They were probably talking about potions or her Arithmancy class.

Or she's flirting. She had five years, it's too late. But just in case, I may need a plan.

(Makes an exasperated noise)

Are you going to help me?

(Shrugs)

I'm sitting right next to you. You don't need to write that down.

Fine, I'm in.

Cool! McGonagall is looking our way, keep the parchment.

I'll do it because it's the only way I can spend more time with you.

Wait a minute, a plan? What is she up to?

"Great," I muttered to myself, "now this is really going to be a war."

I looked at the note for a minute and saw, in messy, scribbled writing the word 'Weasley'.

I giggled, the noise echoing slightly in the corridor. "It's a war. A war over Weasley."

I pocketed the note and headed over to the common room.

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A: Things are really heating up!