Detention

"Psst, Harry, what's the answer to question two?" Fred tapped his shoulder lightly. Giggling softly as he glanced at Mr. Binns. McGonagal had to meet with Dumbledore, so Mr. Binns took over. The ghost was snoring away, if it was even possible for a ghost to sleep that is. Harry rolled his eyes with a grin.

He looked at Fred's parchment, quickly reading it over.

1. Why did you get detention

2. Are you ashamed?

2b. Care to bust out and look at the stars?

3. What is your name?

4. Who are you in detention with?

"I am not ashamed anymore." Harry answered cheekily. Fred gawked at him and flicked him with his quill. "2B, my dear!" Fred whisper shouted as Harry blushed at the name of endearment.

"Hmm, well for my "2b" I put Godric yes." Harry said sassily, Fred grinning as if he had pulled off an amazing prank for the hundredth time in his life. "Come with me then, we'll have to sneak past Filch, but it'll be worth it." Fred grabbed Harry's hand and they slipped out the room.