Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

34 - Detention And- AAHHHH!

TW - Blood, Umbridge's detention, if ya know what I mean

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"How was detention with Umbridge, Harry?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged. "Not terrible, really. Just made me write lines."

"What lines?" 

"Uh... 'I must not tell lies." 

A whole group of us were all gathered in the Gyrffindor common room, just chatting about random things like school. 

"Which is bullocks, if you ask me," George chided, earning a fist bump from Fred. I was currently sandwiched between the two, stuck in the middle because George shoved me here. I was just trying to distract myself from the fact that Fred's leg was touching my own. I could feel his body heat through his robes for crying out loud. The boy is a furnace!

"Yessss, brother." Fred grinned. "Really, she's a terrible dark arts defense teacher. Not good at all-"

He was cut off by none other than Umbridge's voice over the invisible intercoms laced throughout the school. 

Proclamation... Educational decree number 23. Dolores Jane Umbridge has been appointed to the post of Hogwarts High Inquisitor.

We all sat there for a moment, really confused. I arched a brow. "High inquisitor?" 

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Charms was even more stressful than last week because now Umbridge was sitting in on the class, watching everything poor Professor Flitwick teach. Bits of his hair stuck to his face with sweat from the pressure of the pink covered woman. Every now and then, I would catch her eyes flickering over to me, no doubt about what I had pulled last week in Defense Against the Dark Arts last week as well. Oh well. She can judge me all she wants because I'm not listening to her. Ever. 

"Ahem." Umbridge cleared her throat with that high pitched squeaking sound.

"And then- oh! Uh..." Flitwick turned to her. "Yes, Umbridge?"

A creepy smile - the one she's been using constantly - creeped onto her face. "Are you sure this is the proper spell you should be teaching among these students?" 

Ah-" He looked around at all of us. "Yes. This is how we've gone through the curriculum for years now."

"I believe the Ministry would not be very proud of the work you have done for these students, Mister Flitwick. I suggest you fix that or there may be consequences." 

Fred leaned over to talk to me. "Consequences, eh? She'll probably just turn him into a cat to add to the collection in her office."

"Ahem... Mister Weasley. We do not whisper or gossip in this class. I am sure you would have learned that by now." She clutched her clipboard tighter, wrinkly knuckles turning white.

He mumbled a very annoyed sounding sorry, dipping his quill into the ink pot and dabbing on the paper hard enough to accidentally put a hole through it. I snorted, which in turn made him let out a huff through his nose. 

"What?" He elbowed me, but it was almost soft. Softer than that one time her did it and I was bruised in fifth year. I still haven't forgiven him for that. But this... this was different.

I looked anywhere but at him. "Nothing, nothing." 

"Sure~" He smirked.

Stop smirking. Stop smirking! I covered my cheeks. Please don't be red, please don't be red. Ugh! I admit to myself that I have feelings and suddenly they control my life?! Honestly, how dare I. And don't think that I haven't noticed George trying to force proximity between me and Fred. Ron still looks kind of freaked out when he sees Fred and I close, Harry is blissfully oblivious, and Hermione gives awfully suggestive looks...

"Oh, buzz off, Fred." I shove him, but that made his chair squeal like nails on a chalkboard, which, in turn, drew Umbridge's attention.

"Miss l/n... Defying educational protocol again, hm?" 

"Ah- uh- no, Professor Umbridge..." 

"Hm-Hm! I believe your... spitfire attitude must come to a stop. You're disrupting the learning of precious students." She stood and approached me with slow steps, each heel clicking against the stone floor like a time bomb just waiting to blow. "Detention, Miss l/n." 

I looked up, shocked. Seriously?! "But- Professor! That's unfair! It wasn't my fault-" 

"Three days detention. Meet me in my office. 5 p.m sharp."

I opened my mouth to protest, absolutely ready to chew her right out. Honestly, the audacity! But Fred's fingers snaked around my wrist, gently pulling me back into my seat. 

"Don't bother with it, y/n... There's no use in fighting her." 

Even after I had long sat down, his hand over mine didn't light up until I moved my hand away. 

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"You'll be filling each page, front and back, until the hour is up. If you fail to finish the assigned number of pages, I shall lengthen your time in detention. And, frankly, I don;t think any of us want that to happen. Hm-hm!" She pushed three pieces of parchment toward me. Okay. Three isn't that awful. 

I went for a quill that's in my satchel, but she stopped me by obnoxiously clearing her throat. Did she need a cough drop? 

"You won't be needing one of your own quills. You can use one of my... special ones." She rummaged through a drawer on the other side before pulling out a very fancy quill that looks like it writes amazingly. "And, you won't be needing ink."

Magic refilling ink already in the quill? Sounds almost too good to be true.

"What do I write?" 

"'I must stay silent.'"

Right...

I put my pen to the paper and write the first line, but pain erupts on my left hand. I stare at it. My skin... something was writing into my skin! I look back at the paper. Merlin... No wonder I don't need any ink... The ink is my own damn blood...

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A/N - WEEEEEEEE!

Until next time, Darlings! Xxx