𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 (𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃.)

~Chapter 33: Blood Lines~

Detention with Umbridge went on for the rest of the week, each time Harry was dismissed before me. Leaving me with the larger wound afterward. Harry and I both agreed not to say anything to the others, that they shouldn't have to worry. 

We have all been swamped with homework lately. With O.W.L.s. approaching, each professor ensured we were swamped. However, between detention and wishing for a lick of sleep, mine and Harry's homework has been pushed onto the back burner. 

"Perhaps if you had completed homework prior to it being due, it wouldn't be an issue, would it?" Hermione scolds, and I simply nod, feeling the twinging pain of my robes rubbing against the scar on the back of my hand. 

"Think you ought to try out for keeper?" Harry looks up at Ron from his parchment. Ron laughs for a moment, "Yeah, right. What a good laugh that would be." 

Harry shakes his head, "I'm not laughing. I think you'd be great," Ron has always played keeper during our own Quidditch games. He truly is great at it, from what I've seen at least. 

"Tryouts are Friday, I can see about tipping in a good word." Harry nudges his mate, facing back down to his paper. Hermione chimes in, "You won't be there?" I sigh, "we've got detention again."

Angelina Johnson must have heard that and shakes her head with a sigh, "How do you expect to stay on a team if you're never there?"

"It's with Umbridge." I state, hoping Fred has told her what occurs during detention. I'm sure him and George have had to write lines by now. Her mouth forms an O shape, in understanding, and returns back to her own meal. 

I finish my homework just in time to be released from the Great Hall for the night, Hermione talks about some guy that has been talking to her. I try to act like I'm interested, but I've got loads of things on my mind. Thats got nothing to do with O.W.L.s. or bloody homework.

 "Come on, Y/n." Hermione grabs my hand, and runs up the stairs wishing to get to our dorms quicker. I hiss in pain and pull my hand away from her. She stops where she stands and looks back at me. "Y/n?"

Harry stops where he is and watches the two of us for a moment. To try and avoid it I hold Hermione's hand with my better one. "Sorry, just frightened me is all." As I turn forward, she grabs me by my scarred hand and pulls up the sleeve. "What the hell is this!?" The people around us freeze where they are, turning towards us. 

Hermione inspects my hand and snaps a glance over to Harry, "You two!?" 

"'Mione... We'll explain in a little bit; can we please just get to the common room and not create a larger scene?" She crosses her arms under her chest for a moment and sighs, "I suppose. But you're both going to tell me everything." She pokes his chest before walking past us up the stairs and into the common room. 

Ron was the most surprised when we told him, "You said they were just lines!" His face pales slightly, "Fred and George have spent time with her as well." 

"That's what I thought... There's not much we can do about it, Ronald." I admit, gently rubbing a gel against the raw skin that Hermione had conducted. "Sure, there is, we can tell McGonagall-"

"She's already aware," Harry says, doing the same for his skin. I turn my gaze in his direction, "she is?" He nods, "I hadn't gotten the chance to tell you yet. She invited me for biscuits and warned me this was just the beginning. As Umbridge is from the ministry, we were right on."

"So, then we take it to Dumbledore. Surely, he can do something," Ron says, going to stand up as if we were marching to his office now. I pull him by the sleeve and force him to sit down, "and what will he do? The ministry is involved, Ron. It's out of the headmaster's hands, too, although it's not like he would have done much anyway." I roll my eyes.