Harry Potter One Shots

James Sirius x Pink

(Co-written: @Regeneraterra)

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(Co-written: @Regeneraterra)

Dedicated to @reader_meter

"So what you, landed yourself in detention? You'll still be playing in the Quidditch match tomorrow, right?" Katie tried to reassure me, but only made me more stressed out about the whole situation. I sighed.

"It depends on how badly I get punished. I don't even remember what they've caught me for this time! It could've been for that bathroom incident. Oh, or maybe it was the desk-on-fire issue. Either way, they may could ban me from either." I sighed again, thinking back to everything I could've done that would've ended me up in this position.

Then, just to top it all off, Potter came strutting down the hall, saying high to all his friends along the way. He saw me and grinned.

"Well, my pretty pink princess, why're you here?" He sat next to me and wrapped his arm around me. I shoved him off and glared at him.

"Go find a pot to piss in," I snapped, turning away from him. Katie, embarrassed, muttered her apologies about my situation and left before the next class started.

"Feisty, this one," he exclaimed teasingly. Sometimes, I wished he would just give up.

Then the door to the headmaster's office creaked open and we were ushered in.

"Let's start with you first, Pink, shall we?" McGonagall sighed, sitting down tiredly at her headmaster's desk. She then looked at me like she was deep in thought. "Wi-Fi? Wot n technologation is that?"

Shoot. I completely forgot about the Wi-Fi incident. About a few months ago, I installed Wi-Fi around the entire campus. It took me a few nights to manage and even then I had to get a few of my friends to help me. Since the administration didn't have anything that used Wi-Fi, I didn't think they would ever find it. I hid the actual routers pretty well and the word wasn't spread around about it too much.

"It's like Internet access. The muggle-borns know what it is. It helps you keep up with news and social media and to look things up instantly," I reasoned, trying to explain it the best I could.

"Sounds like the Dark Arts. For that, you're kicked off the Qudditch team and you have a month of cleaning duty. On top of that, you have to go and take all those-those things down. Hufflepuff will lose all of their points for this offense. Now go. Find Filch and start your cleaning and taking down those Dark Arts devices," McGonagall said, flipping her hand at me. I stood in shock.

Potter was laughing his head off, rolling around in his seat and shaking uncontrollably. I glared at him.

"Madam, it's not Dark Arts devices! It's just a muggle thing that helps us complete day-to-day tasks and stuff! Tell him James!" I pleaded with him.

"No, madam, it definitely is evil. Dark Arts, truly," he said, sounding "grim" when he finally managed to stop laughing long enough to get words out.

"What?! No, he's lying - seriously James? Why?" I said angrily.

"You're dismissed now," she cut me off. She clearly wanted me to leave. I stormed out the door and heard McGonagall turn to Potter.

"Now, what is so funny about the word 'what'? And why do you say it like it starts with 'v'? Do you need extra language classes? Patel said it was racism towards the Indian culture! Is Potter not teaching you right?" Her voice trailed off as I walked further down the hall.