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Detention

Rip was still lying awake in her bed. She hadn't been able to get sleep for the second time and it was driving her crazy! Every time she closed her eyes, she envisioned herself and Professor Hellsing in that awkward position at the hospital. She didn't know why she kept replying that in her mind or why it sent a wave of warmth rush through her that made her stomach do backflips. She tried driving her thoughts in a different direction, but somehow they always ended up having to do something with Professor Hellsing. Why? Was it because that in the morning she was going to have her first detention with her? Or maybe...

Rip kicked the covers off of her, shaking the thought away, frustrated. She needed to take her mind off of the Professor. She didn't know why she was thinking this way or when and how it started. Was it when she first met the woman? Or at the hospital? Looking at the digital clock with it's beaming red numbers, Rip saw that it was three in the morning. She had five hours until school started.

"Alright, Rip?" Ginny asked, half asleep that her words were slurred like she was drunk.

"Yeah," Rip whispered, and the redhead nodded and quickly fell back to sleep.

Turning over to her stomach and burying her face in her pillows, Rip squeezed her eyes shut, willing sleep to come and chasing a certain woman out of her head. Gradually her thoughts started drifting, becoming unusual things that soon became signs of a dream.

She was walking down the hall which was oddly empty. Her footsteps echoed at each step, but she didn't know where she was going. All she knew was that she was in a hurry for some reason. She had to reach wherever it was she was supposed to get to or something would happen. She looked back and was stunned to see that the walls were being consumed in bright flames of fire. She started running down the hall to where she saw a door at the other end, but it seemed like the hallway kept on stretching longer and longer, preventing her from getting any closer to the door. She needed to reach that door! If only she could run faster...

"Rippy! Up and at 'em!"

Rip groaned, refusing to get up. It felt like she had only gotten to sleep. She felt Ginny peel open her eyes and fell victim to the light.

Wincing, Rip pulled away and buried her fac in her pillow, groaning even louder. "Leave me alone..."

"Come on Rip, or you're gonna be late for class!"

Rip ignored her for a moment, her thoughts swarming around her dream. It was weird, but at the same time, intriguing. It made her wonder what was behind that door and why it as so important for her to reach it...

"Rippy!"

"Alright!" Rip exclaimed, exhaustedly rolling out of bed looking disheveled.

Rip mumbled and yawned all the way to the lunch room for breakfast with Hermione and Ginny. They gave the girl concerned looks whenever she dozed off just when she managed to pierce her fork into something, but something that wasn't her food like the pack of ketchup.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Hermione asked, putting down her book.

"Hmm?" Rip hummed, opening her eyes only half way before shaking her head. It took her a while to process people's words now.

"What kept you up at night?" Ginny asked, she smirked mysteriously. "Professor Hellsing?"

Just when Rip was about to slide off her hand that was supporting her head, she jumped up from her seat, eyes wide and bloodshot. "No!"

Students and teachers stopped eating, looking in her direction. She looked about, nervously sitting back down. Ginny was trying hard to suppress her laughter while Rip muttered curses at her.

"So it is about her!"

Rip was now wide awake, stabbing violently at her food. "No."

"Then what was it?"

"Just leave her alone Gin," Hermione said, drinking from her water bottle as she read from her book. "She's tired and doesn't want to be bothered."

"She's fine now. She's wide awake now that we're talking about Professor Hellsing. Aren't I right Rip?" she looked at Rip but found that the girl was passed out sleeping on the table. "Rip?"

Ginny and Hermione weren't surprised to find that Rip was dozing off in History class. Everyone dozed off there anyways, aside from Hermione that is. Gym on the other hand...

WHAM!

The dodgeball collided with Rip's face that it made her take several steps backwards and rub her nose, confused. Some students were snickering while others just stood there like it was something normal. Which it kind of was with a P.E instructor like Shego.

The green skinned woman was standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at Rip. "Pay attention, Winkle! I want ten laps from you under three minutes! Maybe that'll wake you up."

Rip sighed, but did as she was told. She started running around the gym while the rest of the class played a very violent dodgeball game. The gym instructor always put emphasis on Rip's last name because she found it funny. She reminded her of the bullies back at the orphanage, and so did Professor Blitz who was even worse. The Powers teacher seemed to hate Rip's guts so much it looked like she literally wanted to tear them out of her by the way she looked at her. She didn't know why, and she wasn't even sure if she wanted to asked that.

Rip took her time at lunch to catch up on some sleep, but it hardly proved any help. During Control Class, Rip did her best to stay awake, knowing Professor McGonagall. However, sometimes she would doze off unintentionally, but luckily either Ginny or Hermione would drive the teacher's attention away from her to get her some time to get herself together. It wasn't so easy since they were taking the same classes as Larxene Elenar and Danielle Banks who tried to tell the teacher that, "Rip found her classes boring and so she thinks she could use it as a nap time."

Finally, the dreaded subject of the day: Humanology. Rip was surprised to see that she was wide awake for this subject. She knew that there was something odd going on with her whenever it came to the Professor. She found herself shyly looking away when they met eye contact, pretending to be taking notes. What was even worse was that instead of retiring for the day like they usually do after Humanology, Rip had to stay after class for her detention. She bade Ginny and Hermione goodbye, unsure what time her detention would end.

"We'll be going out for detention," Professor Hellsing said, shuffling some papers she had before standing.

"Ex-excuse me?"

"Outdoors. We'll be going outside for detention," she said slowly and pointer to the window that provided a view of where Rip's Powers class took place.

"Oh..." Rip shook her head clear. She thought that the woman was saying that they were going out on a date for detention! Her thoughts just kept weirder and weirder whenever she was thinking about or was around her.

"Are you all right?" the Professor asked.

"Fine, fine," Rip said, smiling nervously.

Rip was given the task of cleaning the whole field of it's trash. The work was backbreaking and she was at it for what felt like an eternity. She tried her best to not to glared at the Professor who was sitting all relaxed on the bench. It was her detention anyway, so why should the teacher be working?

"What time is it?" Rip asked, wiping the sweat from her brow,

"Why? You have a date?" Professor Hellsing asked, and Rip dropped the soda can, spilling it's leftover contents on her shoes.

"Crap..."

She heard the woman chuckle, surprised at the action, she turned to face her. She had never heard he Professor laugh before and so it was like a new sound or song that played in her ears for the first time. It made a rush of warmth run through her, and she couldn't help but smile back. However, remembering the Professor's comment, she tried her best to frown.

"So you do have a date!" the woman teased, catching the smile before it disappeared.

"No I don't!" Rip exclaimed, pushing her glasses up.

"Mmhmm," the woman hummed, the smirk still there as she raised an eyebrow. "Sure you don't."

"But I don't!"

"Relax, I was only teasing you."

Letting out a sigh, Rip resumed to her job. It was long a tiring, but at least she wasn't bored or stuck inside all day for detention. She wondered if this was what her detentions were going to be like from now on. Maybe Rip could even get the chance to know the woman better and have a conversation with Professor Hellsing. She snorted at her thoughts. Why would she be trying to do that? The teacher practically frightens anyone in here way!

Cigar fumes invaded her thoughts, making her uncomfortable. She turned around and saw the woman with a cigar hanging loosely between her lips with her eyes closed. She looked peaceful sitting like that with the setting sun glowing softly on her tanned features and bouncing off of her rimless round glasses. Then Professor Hellsing suddenly opened her eyes, the peacefulness gone forever as her icy eyes revealed themselves, piercing into Rip's softer ones.

"What are you staring at?"

Rip pushed her glasses up her nose, even though they were on them firmly, and nervously averted her eyes. "N...nothing..."

Professor Hellsing raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So I'm nothing then?" she stood, dropping her cigar to the ground before crushing it and walking away. "Very well."

Rip blinked and quickly gathered the trash bags, running after the Professor. "Wait! No you're someone! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you!"

The woman suddenly whipped around at her, almost causing Rip to bump into her. "You really think that I would be that offended so easily?"

"Eh?"

The woman only shook her head with a faint smirk on her lips. She turned around and resumed walking with her student trailing behind her like a puppy. "So gullible..."