Detention with the Groupy

[Harry Potter]

It was another gloomy day, for having not been here that long, Harry had already received double detentions with Madam Hooch. Hell, hooch was right. She was really acting like it too for she had him polishing trophies with a chain around his ankle and the girl he most desperately hated: Furula Saunters, a girl with a snobby attitude and an "I'm little miss perfect". He didn't see her complaining though, for she was one of his many fanclub groupies and seemed on cloud nine. If only Ginny were here, she'd save me for sure. He thought silently to himself as he hoisted a heavy helm off one of the knights in armor. The knight didn't take kindly to being polished for now he tried snapping Harry's fingers off every time he tried polishing around the mouth part of the helm. Harry finally gave up and threw the helm back onto the armor, a loud banging sound echoing throughout the trophy room.
"Nice going there Harry. Just break his head off."
The girl chained to him said, the polish rag hanging from her belt as she just watched him do everything, polishing a good amount of around 15 suits of armor, not to mention the numerous trophies scattered throughout the place.
"You know, Furula, you could help me out abit."
He said to her, finishing with one suit and going on to the next. He jumped in surprise as she grabbed his rear, glaring at her as she smirked playfully.
"Don't get that from your little booty call? Oh I know your game Harry James Potter," Harry cringed at this,"what you're after. Heard you two the other night, moaning and groaning. Would've spoiled it, but I didn't want to see her undressed and on top of you!"
Harry fumed at this and smirked wildly. He turned and looked at her, a vicious gleam in his eye.
"Who said she'd be on top??"
He questioned her and left her to watch his back, simply dumbfounded at his response. Yeah he might have been abit of a tease to her, but so what. He didn't care what she thought about his relationship life for she just wanted to get with him, maybe even screw, then leave him. Then where would he be? In the bottom of the crap-hole barrel, that's where, studying as some students came by and dumped more than books on him. He couldn't think of it anymore and tugged the chain, causing the girl to fall straight onto her behind. He muffled a laugh, though knew she could hear it with her keen hearing.
"Now just you listen, mate. I am your biggest fan and you don't even know how much I love y.."
Harry grabbed her by the throat, his grip placed firmly like a shovel pressed to the ground.
"No, Furula. You don't love me, so don't even say it.
Ginny Weasley is the girl I love and nothing can ever change that one girlie."
He said, watching as she pulled something from her robes, a look of ''oh we'll just see about that'' on her smug little Slytherin looking face. It was apparrent something was in the vile, a gloppy substance that didn't look all too appetizing as he was asked to drink it. Harry glared and shook his head vigorusly.
"I said, drink it Harry."
"No I won't. You can't make me!"
He said and pulled the chain, causing the vile to slip from her hands, free fall to the ground, but sadly she caught it just before its tender frame splashed the ground. She lunged forward and pinned him to the floor, eyes purely ravishing as she held his nose and forced him to drink it.
"You will be mine Harry James Potter. If I have anything to say about this, you will."
Unknowing what to do, Harry drank the vile substance which tasted like pumpkin juice and rotten eggs. Harry idled on the floor, scooting towards the door as he tried to shake himself of the drink. He even tried to puke by sticking his finger down his throat, but nothing would work. Soon his head was horribly light-headed and his hormones were firing, a sign he was in love.
"Ginny? Why are you here?"
He said, clearly dillussional as she pushed him up against the door.
"Yeah Harry. I'm Ginny and I've come to ravish you like you've never been able to see before."
She said and scooched on top of him, his package pressing against the zipper of her jeans and this, above all, was what made her smile. He was completely under the spell of the love potion he was given, forcably ofcourse. All of his senses, except those of love, were gone.
"Are you sure you're my Ginny? You don't kiss like her."
Harry said, clearly in a dazed state as he rose from a purely passionate, yet lustfilled kiss; nothing like Ginny kissed him.
"Ofcourse my love. I am Ginny Weasely, your one love."
She said evily, endowering him with another passionate, yet falsly faithfull kiss again. Their tounges met and wound around each other as Harry thought his Ginny sat before him, his hands running through her fine and silky hair. He could feel her pelvis against his and he felt himself jump against her jeans, making her giggle like Ginny. Every sound she made sounded though Ginny was making them, even the moans in between the kisses. He could feel her hand travel down to his pants, tracing along his zipper and then slipping her hand in to touch his member. Ginny was never this bold and he found himself bumping his head sharply against the door, wondering what the hell was going on with her. He tried setting himself into focus as he could hear her give him words like: "It will be alright sweetheart," and "Calm down. I'm just going to give you alittle something." Harry wanted to come back to the moments were his Ginny was ravishing him with kisses and moans like purrs within his ears, pounding gently against his eardrums. He could feel Furula's cold hands run along the length of his happy place and in a moment, she was giving him what one would call a ''hand moment''. Ginny was deffinetly not that bold and after a moment, he could feel himself leak slightly into the palm of her hand.
"You're not my Ginny," he said, taking his member and shoving it back into his boxers as he rose swiftly to his feet,"I don't know what the hell you did to me, but I feel that I'm in love with you, but Ginny wouldn't be that bold. You're not her, you're not her."
He said, trying to comprehend what had been done to him. Just at that moment when he tried to reach the door with a trembling hand, he was thrown on top on a desk and pants were pulled down.
"If I can't have you as my lover, Ginny won't have you as a virgin!"
She screamed and was about to make fake love to him when someone entered the room. Quickly she stood in front of his member, but not before shoving a surenge into his side, filling him with more of the potion. Harry cringed in pain, eyes closing tightly, wondering if his life would ever be normal again.

[Graciela Garzón]

The Headmistress had been walking down the corridor past the trophy room humming a song when there was a female scream she could hear from outside the room. Startled slightly by the noise, she went to check and see what it was. Pushing the door opened, she stuck her head in the doorway, her hair flying her face. She quickly removed it and noticed that a girl moved quickly in front of another student. The girl looked somewhat insane.

The Headmistress stood in the doorway completely and looked at the girl, then looked past her at Harry. He was lying on a desk. Why? She thought to herself for a moment, somewhat scared to know what was going on and what was being done, but, as Headmistress, she had to keep a certain amount of discipline on the students in order for the school to be successful. She sighed to herself, seemingly disappointed that two students, male and female, were in the same room and one was lying on the desk.

She stepped into the room completely and stood in front of the girl, her arms crossed and her face kindly, but it had a stern expression. She finally spoke in her Spanish accent, but formed each English word perfectly and in a way that could be understood.

"What, may I ask, is going on here?" She had directed the question to both Harry and the girl, but it was more towards the girl since that is who she was standing next to. "As I understand it, Harry Potter has detention for Madam Hooch, but I am unsure about you. What is your name?" She asked in a slightly suspicious voice. She had a feeling she knew what was going on, but she did not want to believe what she thought. If all else failed and they both lied about whatever it was, she could always read their minds, but that was only as a last resort.

As she waited for an answer, she switched the leg on which she had been standing. She kept her arms crossed and her face stern. For some reason, she could not stay like this for long periods of time, so they needed to give their answer quick before she went kind on them and said that she did not care. She raised an eyebrow when no one answered quickly enough. "Well...?"

[Harry Potter]

Harry found himself making contact with the floor just as the Headmistress entered, the last place Furula wanted in their prescense. He quickly stood up, inching away from the insane girl, but to his dismay she had grabbed him by the robe pocket on his chest, causing the already torn pocket to rip even further down the side.
"Hey, watch it!"
He yelled at her. He took to sitting in a chair that was next to the table where he had been forced to lay just a few minutes ago. The Headmistress had a look of 'you two are so busted' plastered on her highly official form. She wasn't one he wanted to run into when walking down a dark alley, no, that would just be too creepy for words. Of course the headmistress would think it was rather strange, even unexpected, that two students, one on top of the other, to be in the same room together. Harry tried desperately to put Graciela into focus, but with no luck what so ever. He hoped she could be able to tell why he looked rather dazed because teachers, especially headmasters were supposed to have some sort of training in those sort of things. Right now he could see the look of obvious dissappointment that two students would be so bold and stupid to derate the school by making love in a clearly respected room. He already had double detentions, but before he was able to speak, Furula, being wise and clearly the one in charge, opened her big mouth first. So, when she said his name, he merely nodded, mouth ajar as he looked at her, almost as if he was going to say something.

"I am Furula Saunters, third daughter of Elenore and Rutheford Saunters. And his girlfriend."
She said in a clearly official tone with her parent's names, seeing as how they were known throughout the wizarding world as two of the richest witch and wizard, both highly proper. Harry clearly had a look of agreement on his face, but he didn't know why for the name Ginny kept surrounding his thoughts. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder as she sat on his lap. Wake up man! This is Furula Saunters, the woman that just gave you a love potion!! His thoughts told him and it was apparrent that even the additional amount of potion was beginning to wear off. He threw Furula onto the floor, causing an ear splitting scream as she made to grab him again. Harry wrenched out of her grasp and stood behind the teacher of Charms and happened to be the Headmistress. He stood beside her, pointing wildly at Furula.
"She did something to me Headmistress. I don't know what exactly, but I think it was a love potion or something."
When he saw the look on her face, he then added hastily.
"And she'd not my girlfriend! Ginny Weasely is and that is not her!"
He said, maybe abit louder than he meant to, but could you really blame the guy for yelling? If you had a potion put on you so you didn't have any will power, you'd be alittle over reacting as well.
"Harry, yo..you're making a mistake. I am your girlfriend. You told me you were going to dump Ginny and with me b.."
"No Furula. I would never dump her for the likes of you. You're ugly, mean and nothing Ginny Weasely is. All the love potion in the wizarding world won't make me fall in love with you."
Harry spat, literally, as he watched her sink to the floor, tears flying wildly from her eyes.
"I never loved you anyway Harry Potter! You're mean, egotistical and someone who is highly over rated! I'd rather go out with the squid than be with the like of you too!!!!"
She shouted back at him, fire and water blazing in her eyes. She kicked him straight where the sun don't shine and walked straight out the door, slamming it behind her. Harry had let out a yelp in suprise and pain as he sank to the floor, holding onto to his happy place and cursing her under his breath. He didn't care if the headmistress was standing there.

[Graciela Garzón]

Harry was thrown immediately into the floor. The headmistress watched as he fell to the foor. She said nothing, but went to offer a hand when he stood and walked behind her. She turned slightly and the moved so that she was not standing in front of Harry. She wanted to be able to make eye contact with him, but she also wanted them to be able to speak, since the next thing that happened was a yelled conversation between two people that were only a few feet away from one another.

The headmistress listened the the argument that was going on between Harry and Furula. They did not seem very harmonious, but how could they be. The headmistress just listened and said nothing for several minutes. Finally, Harry spoke about a love potion. The headmistress seemed appalled that a student would give another a love potion. Wasn't that forbidden anyway? If it wasn't, it should have been.

The headmistress finally spoke. "Love potion, Mister Potter?" She asked and then turned and looked at Furula with an eyebrow up. She gave her a look, awaiting an explanation. "Miss Saunters, a love potion?" She asked once again. "Why?"

Awaiting an answer, there was another arguement that seemed to take place rather quickly. It all ended in Furula kicked Harry in an unpleasant place and then the young lady walking from the room. Harry was seen falling to the floor by the headmistress and then he cursed to himself.

"I see that you are somewhat careless, Mister Potter. You don't give a damn about getting in trouble as I stand in front of you. Don't worry about it though. I don't blame you." She said in a somewhat humorous voice. "Excuse me, I need to get Miss Saunters. You stay here, and then we can get things straightened out." She said and strutted from the room after the girl. She walked in a stride, being sure to catch up as quick as possible. She was not going to get away with it, especially not a love potion.

[Harry Potter]

((ooc: I wonder if anyone would be willing to play this love sick gal Furula. hehe. She's a rather interesting character I think.))

Harry flushed a violent shade of fuschia as he watched her eyes fall onto him as he fell onto the floor. He hated making himself such a castastrophie, especially since she was a teacher, the nurse and the headmistress all in one Veela gal. Harry stood up directly, eyes watching as she suddenly left him to watch in awe of her.
"Yes Headmistress it was a love potion. 'yes mistress madam, it was a love potion I slipped harry."
He mocked Furula wildly as he sat on top of the desk, hid mind fairly confused as he watched the door. It remained motionless and he sighed deeply, eyes taking to boring large holes in the floor, or so to speak atleast. He shook his head, trying to rid it of the love potion, though it was rather difficult. Some where inside him he was told that he wanted to go find Ginny and have him slap the crap out of him. She might have anyway if she walked in on him and Furula. He didn't want that love crazed hippie as much as he wanted Buckbeak to bite him hard where the sun didn't shine.
He then gave a slow, steady breath of a sigh, happy that the door didn't open.

Furula ran flat out, tears streaming from her eyes as she rounded the bend, unaware she ran around in circles. She soon collided with the Charms professor, a look of pure embarresment on her face as she rose up, eyes flaming with fury and ready to have a battle with the Headmistress.
"Yeah I used a love potion on him. So what? Slughorn had a book, I stole it from his cubboards, took two months to brew the potion, but I succeeded in making it. It was highly advanced, but my family loves helping me and needed to pay back the favors I did for them."
She said in an official tone, her eyes and face free of any signs that she had been crying. It was apparrent that she was an ungreatfull little student who was snobby to the very last drop.
"Besides, all of Harry's fanclub is doing it. I was the one who suggested it at our last meeting this passed Thursday."
She said, not making eye contact as she made several important hand motions. She was actually a fairly bright student, but wanted boys and not brains to suit her needs.

[Graciela Garzón]

((ooc: I was going to offer, but I cannot play a character like Furula. As you may be able to tell, my charatcers are Hufflepuffy-Ravenclawish peoples))

The Headmistress was about to round the corner, when she noticed that she had collided with something, or someone. She stumbled backwards a bit, but did not loose balance and fall over. She looked at the person with whom she had collided and crossed her arms.

"Miss Saunters...." just as she spoke, Furula had taken to speaking out of turn and as the headmistress had been speaking.

The Headmistress listened to what the young lady had to say. As she mentioned stealing a book out of a previous professor's cubboard and then having a whole fan club making the potion and working together and having meetings, the headmistress' face showed q rather large amount of diapproval. She shook her head, her golden waves of hair brushed against her face. "Miss Saunters, that does not matter." She said quickly, her voice slurred and made what she had said somewhat inarticulate and hard to decipher.

"Miss Saunters, it does not matter whether or not there is a whole fan club doing it, what matters is that you are stirring up trouble!" She said, pointing one of her soft and delicate fingers at the girl, the other hand on her hip. "I don't care where you got the book from or who else is doing what you are doing. What I care about it you staying out of trouble and you not stirring any up!"

Graciela held a firm and somewhat stern look on her face, a McGonagall expression perhaps, but she said nothing for several moments and looked at the girl that seemed almost scared to make any sort of eye contect with her, like her eyes would mystify and put her into a daze.

"Now..." She said after a few moments of silence. "I was you to walk back to the trophy room so that the three of us can talk, Mister Potter, you, and I. Now go, and don't you try yo run off because I will get you and find you." Her voiec was somewhat shakiy at first, but then it seemed almost threatening. That was not her usual tone of voice, but she supposed that she would have to toughen up.

She strode a few steps past Furula and paused, waiting for the love-crazed girl to follow. She though to herself for a mere moment and said: "I think that your problem, Miss Furula Saunters, is that you are a bit love crazed and cannont find anything better to do than to meddle with someone else's boyfriend and brew love potions to start trouble. Now let's go. Vamos!"

[Harry Potter]

((OOC: Actually, she is a Ravenclaw. If you look at the post 'Staring into her Reflection', I think that's what it's called, you'll see her being introduced. You could play her or you could make up your own insane fangirl. I'm changing it to where we can have three characters each so you're welcome to her or another fangirl. ))

Furula grimaced silently, though it was written all over her fairly pretty face. She hadn't meant to cause trouble. Hell, yes she did! She meant every bit of it! She wanted to be with Harry so much she'd get twenty detentions in order to have her way, but it seemed Harry didn't want that as much as she. Ever since he first came here as a first year she had been head over heels for the boy and would not give up. She herself was a sixth year and wanted to go out this year with a bang. She scowled slightly from under fuzzy black bangs and her eyes narrowed in disapproval as the Charms Professor acted like Minerva. She wanted to gag. It wasn't the fact that she didn't like McGonagal, but it was the fact there was another teacher that wanted to be like her. This was very upsetting to Miss Saunters or so it seemed. She hated when teachers did that, call her Miss. Yes she was an unmarried girl, but that would soon change when she forced Harry to marry him when he was graduated. Oh she could dream, but to no real avail. She took to tapping a foot lightly, something she often did when she was loosing her patience with teachers. She also nibbled slightly on her lower lip, also something she found herself doing nowadays, which was sad because the shade of light pink lipstick was rather attractive on her features and made her stand out from her other Ravenclaw counterparts. She had guts and often she thought to herself, always wondering why she had been sorted into Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor. Still, she stayed true to her house and position. Well, atleast when teachers didn't see the prefect badge pinned to her robes. It was lucky she forgot it this morning on the dresser and knew no one but the former Headmaster knew her rank. She could be wrong since this nebie was now Headmistress. She smirked pleasantly, crossing her arms slightly as the headmistress called her love crazed. Her arms darted back to her sides, hands curled into fists as she stomped a mary jane shoe to the floor like a shild with a temper tantrum problem.
"I do not meddle in love!!"
She shouted, face reddening in embarressment and anger. The scowl grew on her face and she crossed her arms in her tantrum practice, trying to calm herself with afew deep healing breaths as her mother often made her do when her temper was exploding.

Meanwhile, Harry waited patiently in the Trophy Room, wondering what the two women might be talking about.Well, duh Harry, you half-witted nitwit. They're discusing you now are'nt they?? He thought to himself. He was sitting on the table in which he had been forced to sit abruptly, hands curled over the sides and head inclined to the floor as he watched a random mouse scurrying along the oak surface, Crookshanks hot on its tail. The cat pounced several times, but did not succeed. The cat's mere prescense made him wonder where Hermione was. She wasn't on the train, nor in the Prefect carriage. Infact, he hadn't seen them since last year. They all agreed to write each other last term, but he had not received even a forget-me-not note, nor hint of any bird in the sky. His thoughts of his friends were disturbed when the door open again and a red faced Furula came striding into the room, eyes cast downward as she strode passed him and sat on a wood chair. She pulled afew strands of hair from her face, though it was still red with blush and...tears? He had made her cry..Harry's heart sank into the pit of his stomach and he could not look at her any longer. He shifted his position in the seat, feeling lower than the now caught mouse that laid between Crookshanks extending paws. He actually felt sorry for her. His eyes watched as the door remained open, a sign another would enter the room soon. It was abnormally quiet, save for the satisfied purrs emitting from the ginger haired cat and the soft sniffling coming from Furula.