Vote cos Fred and Hermione get in trouble together! :o
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Dumbledore had been gone a few days now, and Umbridge, the hag, had been skipping joyfully around Hogwarts ever since his departure.
"The HAG!" Harry shouted, bursting in.
"What she done now, Harry?" I asked. Ron looked up, eating something.
"She's been using them Unforgivable Curses, that's what!" he snapped.
"Oh, are you OK?" I whimperd.
"I am now I'm away from her pink-ness." Harry snapped, evidently calming down. "Well, our detention is tonight, guys." he added, adressing the whole common room. Their was a collective groan.
At half-past nine, we all marched towards the Great Hall. My blood boiled as she greeted us.
"Well, my rule breakers, here we are! Punishment time, I believe!" She smiled sickeningly. Fred and George mimed being sick. I smiled. Umbridge simpered. "Are you two Weasley's sick?" she simpered harshly. "Because, I will make you do the lines anyway." I heard her whisper, as we marched inside.
"That old cow!" I whisperd under my breath.
"Yes. She is, Granger!" Fred messed up my hair. I groaned, sorting it out. We all took a seat. I was next to Fred, who's hand was still red from his previous punishments.
"You may begin!" Umbridge smiled. She sat down in her chair, blissfully, clearly ejoying the scratching of our quills, and the gasps of pain.
Two-hundred and twnety lines later, Umbridge took our pieces of parchemnt.
"Thanks, Granger. That was fun!" Zacharias Smith moaned.
"You didn't have to sign up!" I hissed.
"Aah, so Granger is the whole reason? She made you all sign up?" I hated the way Umbridge was smiling at me. "Ah, Granger! Not so fast! Your writng is far too large to cover the same amount of parchment as everyone else's! You have clearly used that to an advantage. Stay! Another fifty lines should make it fair." she smiled menacingley.
"Leave her writng out of it, hag!" I heard someone defend me as I took a seat.
"Mr Weasley, clearly you would like to spend extra time in here, with me?" Umbridge challenged.
"Detention is my second home!" Fred retorted.
"SIT! You shall write one hundred lines! Fifty lines of; "I will respect my teacher.' and fifty of; 'I will not postpone mud-blood's punishment.'. You may begin!" Umbridge sounded hysterical.
"No way in hell, am I writing Mud-Blood on my parchemnt, or my skin!" Fred shouted. "What have you gt against Hermione, anyway?" he retorted.
"Her blood status. Now take a SEAT!" Umbridge was on the verge of throwing something. I heard her mutter something under her breath, and Fred's hand was scribbling furiosly, against his own will. He was clearly trying to stop this. I wrote my fifty lines, and handed the parchment over calmly.
"Very well, Granger. Weasley! You may stop." on the last wrod Umbridge flicked her wand. Fred threw his parchment, and snapped the quill and stormed out.
"Fred?" I said, seeing him standing against a wall.
"Oh, hi, Hermione."
"You... You didn't have to stick up for me, you know."
"Yeah, I know. I wanted to though." he replied, smiling slightly. I gasped as I noticed his hand. It read; I love Mudbloods.
"Fred!" I squeaked. He noticed me looking at his hand, and grinned.
"How did she know?" he said, smiling. It was a small smile, almost... Shy.
"Know what?"
"That I love a certain Muggle-Born witch." Fred replied calmly, looking at me. He then turned and walked off, leaving me to think about that.
