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(A/N: Thanks to my totally awesome beta inti who made this even better. I loff you darlin!!!)
(Amazing ch image thank to AuburnFair @ TDA, thanks so much ily!)

"Here, James," I said as I handed him the last two pineapples I could gather from our table. 

James had tried to convince me to get the ones from the Hufflepuff table, but I'm not that stupid. Al’s a smart kid and would have definitely have realized something was up.

 James gathering all the fruit on our table was not an unusual occurrence. He tended to make concoctions out of them later. Like that time he made some apple cider and gave it to the Ravenclaws. I’m sure the Firewhiskey ending up in there was purely accidental. I'm getting off track.

"Come on, Nikki, go get Hufflepuff's," he whined.

"No, James! Are you nutters? We have enough."

"We only have 18!"

"James, that’s plenty! I only want to get Albus! Hell, all we need is like, three, in case he manages to dodge a couple!" I whispered harshly.

Stupidly, I glanced at the Slytherin table. That damn Albus caught my eye and gave me the "I'm On To You Two" look that I had become great friends with.
It’s also known as the "Ginny" look, because she does the exact same thing when she's getting suspicious. The look got passed on to Lily as well. James however doesn’t have it.

 Maybe it's because he's too thick to suspect anything half the time. Like when he didn't realize that Al was walking less than a foot behind him in an attempt to shove snow down his pants... Sorry, I'm getting off track again. I do that a lot. But from that look I was getting, I was wondering if James was right about 18 not being enough.

"James, he's on to us," I muttered, trying to keep my mouth closed as much as possible.

"He's always on to us, because we're always plotting against him. He's not stupid; he knows I only gather things for mischief. But he doesn’t know exactly why we're gathering them. Element of surprise Nikki, he'll never see this coming," he grinned.

"I don't know, James. He looks pretty bloody aware of what's going on to me. For one, he knows I'm pissed off at him," I snuck a glance over James' shoulder, "and for two, he's glaring at us. This is never going to work."

"Nik, you always say that, and guess what? It always works."

"It better, or it’s going to be a detention for no good reason." I groaned.

"Nikki, I swear to you, it'll be worth the detention," He smirked.

"I'm holding you to that, Potter," I huffed as I crossed my arms.

"Is he still watching?"


He muttered a few words I didn't catch as he pointed his wand at the group of pineapples.

"Ready for this feat of magnificence?" he smiled.

"Let's get this detention assigned," I retorted.

I’m the King err Queen of witty repartee.

Suddenly they were off. James had flicked his wand, sending all eighteen pineapples flying across the Hall. They were going seriously fast as well. There was no way Albus could dodge them all. James was right. The look of horror on his face was priceless before he was knocked off the bench. As an added bonus James had accidentally on purpose perfectly shot a few of the pineapples off at various Slytherins. The sight of at least a dozen Slytherins sitting around Al falling to the floor as well was gratifying to say the least. 

James and I were laughing so hard we had fallen off of our benches, holding our sides in hysterics.

By the time my best friend Sluggy came over to us and cleared his throat to get our attention, I was laughing so hard I couldn't see him through my tear-filled eyes.

"Miss Scott. That is twice is one day you have assaulted someone in my house. This time however, you’ve not only knocked Albus out, but 13 of his little friends.
That’s double detention tonight, Miss Scott. Mr. Potter, you will join her at nine."

When we finally made it back onto our seats, you could practically see the steam coming out of Albus' ears, he was livid. 

I snuck a glance at the teachers to see why someone else hadn't punished us. It quickly became apparent that most of the Professors were trying to hide their smiles. Good old Minerva was actually stifling giggles. For once our pranks had made the teachers laugh.

"Look at that Nik, we actually got Minnie the Monster laughing," James chuckled.

"You were right, James, that was so worth it," I giggled as I high-fived him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that first part. What did you say?"

"I said you were right."

"That's what I thought," he grinned triumphantly.

"What did you do?!" Rose Weasley screamed as she came over to us with a pineapple covered Scorpius Malfoy.

Serves him right, stupid Slytherin.

"Blame Albus. It's his fault" James said sternly.

"But why in Merlin's name did you have to hit all of us?" Scorpius growled.

"Well…because you're a Slytherin”

Ah, the classic James Potter line. He says that exact thing every time a Slytherin questioned one of his pranks against them.

"Stupid!" Rose yelled as she smacked him in the back of the head and walked out of the hall, dragging Scorpius with her.

I loathe the Malfoys. Even Scorpius. Rose says he’s different. She has no idea what she’s talking about. Inherited her mother's brain my arse.

"I love that she can't tell my mum or dad what I did, because they wouldn't care. They'd laugh as hard as we did."

"Yeah," I piped up, "Until she told them you hit Al too."

"Ugh, good point," he said as he dropped his head into his hands, "Dad's gonna kill me."

"Oh, I thought it was gonna be worth it, Potter?" I smirked.

"I said the detention was going to be worth it. The punishment that will fall on me from my parents for hitting precious little goody-two shoes Albus? Not so much.
Hell hath no fury like that of my Mum. I’ve learned that lesson well don’t you worry. Why do I always forget my parents are going to find out?”

"Because, James m’dear, you're too wrapped up in the moment."

He mumbled something incoherently and slammed his head on the table. I winced. It really did look quite painful.

My first half of detention went by without a single incident. Which is probably because Albus was way on the other side of the room, not talking to me. Seriously, they were just pineapples. It's not like it was wine, or something that might stain. Someone needs to tell that boy to man up. Jeez.

Anywho, I had to write lines from Seven to Nine. Not fun.

"I will not hit my partner with my wand, it is unsafe." I will never forget that sentence for as long as I live, seeing as I had to write it fifty billion freaking times. Okay maybe I over-exaggerated a tad, but still, I ended up with like, seven pieces of parchment! I really need to work on writing slower I think.

That detention was so completely boring, so completely unorthodox it’s no wonder Sluggy's not married. I bet if he had kids, they would run away and join the circus. Or a gypsy caravan. Yeah, being on a gypsy caravan sounds much more charming than even being slightly related to good old Horace. Yes I can tell character by detention given. It’s a talent I know.

Thankfully, he's not a complete prat, and he let me stretch my legs while we waited for James to come and take Albus' place. And guess what Albus' did the whole time I was walking around the room? Glared daggers at me. In all seriousness, if looks could kill, I would have been dead fifty-seven times over. I counted.

Finally James walked in. Albus shoved out of his seat and shouldered his brother roughly.

"Wonder what his problem is?" James chuckled.

"Not the slightest idea," I grinned back.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Scott, take your seats now."

We both sighed heavily as we slunk into seats next to each other.

"No huffing. You two got yourselves into this mess. Lines, please," he said as he set the parchments on the table and walked to his desk.

"No huffing. Blah blah blah bloody blah," James mocked.

"Silence, please," Slughorn snapped.

"Bossy old crankpot," James muttered under his breath.

I snickered and started my lines.

"Whatcha doin?" James said around 10:30.

"James, I have been doing the same thing as you for an hour and a half."

"But it's so boring," he said as he poked me with his quill.

"James, we only have thirty bloody minutes left, stop poking me."


Not even five minutes later, he was at it again. This time, he decided to draw on me.

"What are you doing?" I snapped in a whisper as I tore my arm away.

"Drawing, what does it look like? Now, give it back," he said as he tugged my arm back into place.

I let him go and didn't dare look at what he was drawing. I was scared already.

Finally detention was over.

"You do realize, Potter," I started as I slammed my quill on the table and piled my parchments up, "that ink doesn't come out for days."

"I am well aware of this fact, Scott," he smirked.

Merlin, James Potter is hot when he smirks.

Woah. Where did that come from? Snap out of it Nikki. This is James bloody Potter you're thinking about. He is not hot. Ew.

Except when he smirks. Or grins. Or smiles. Or is angry. Or anytime at all.

Crap. This can’t be good.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and brought my lines up to Sluggy McSluggins.

"Thank you, Miss Scott. And you may want to wash your arm," he said.

"Yes, I probably should. Thank you, Professor."

"Goodnight, Sir," James said as he dropped off his lines, grinned widely at me, and rushed out of the room like he had done something wrong.

I fearfully looked at my arm, and sure enough, he had done something wrong. Because written across my forearm in huge elaborate writing was four words.

"Property of James Potter."

I'll kill him. If I don’t snog him first.

I hate my life.

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