{Half A Hero} Hufflepuff!Reader

Chapter 5: Umbridge

*A/N: Thanks for the comments and votes, mah duuudes. They really do help me continue.*

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You wanted to cry. With anger, that is.

Only ten minutes into the Defense against the Dark Arts class with all the houses, and you've managed to get the house points to below zero.

Umbridge didn't approve that you used a fountain pen instead of a quill and ink, not returning the points when you switched. Then deducted more because you switched back to the pen. Didn't approve that you told off Pansy for belittling someone's knowledge on the subject at hand. And now-

"Miss L/N," She howled. "Minus Ten points."

"But I don't understand. Why would centaurs do that a straggling person?"

"Because they are horrid, fowl creatures that pray on weaklings."

"Then build on that." You continued with the same ferocity as her. "Why ask if we have questions, only to sarcastically return it? You're our teacher. Teach us."

"Young Lady-!"

"She has a point." Hermione spoke. "I read that Centaurs are-"

"Minus Fifty points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!"

The houses let out disgruntled noises. You quieted down under the glares of your fellow members. Umbridge continued the misinformed class on Centaur behaviour. She casually brought up that they were too stupid a race, that He Who Must Not Be Named could even use them in the war.

"They aren't stupid!" Someone yelled from the back.

"How would you know, Young Potter?" She slowly walked up to his desk, a sickly sweet smile on her toadish face.

"I've met them." You intervened. "They were nice."

She slowly turned to you. The wand in her grasp should have snapped under the pressure. You knew you were in the gallows.

"You... met Centaurs?"

You nodded, admitting you were quite young at the time.

"When you're young you tend to look at things through an idiotic light." She dismissed.

The drive to defend yourself was too strong. You could feel Starfire's nails dig into your thigh under the desk, silently pleading for you to stop.

"Draco was with me."

You locked eyes with the frozen blonde. He was mentally hexing you from across the room.

"I find that hard to believe." Umbridge murmured.

"I can't tell you the whole story," You added hastily, fluffing up the statement. "What I did at the time was illegal then, so we could be jailed. But I do have photographic evidence that we were with Centaurs. They are intelligent-"

"Photographic?"

"Aren't Ministry workers meant to be up to date with Muggle terms?"

A few of the muggleborns and half-bloods giggled at Hermione's retort. This embarrassed the Woman.

"Detention." She said, flaring her nostrils. "Miss L/N, Miss Granger, Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy."

"What!?" He almost jumped out of his seat. "What did I do!?"

"Playing along with this foreigner's lies."

"What did you call me?" You growled.

"I'm only stating facts." She said coolly. "It would be wise for you to hold your tongue, Miss L/N. Wouldn't want to make your Time at Hogwarts an unpleasant one."

The bell rang in unison with your comeback, allowing only the horrified Starfire to hear. With a wave of Raven's wand, she packed everyone's bags. The students' almost trampled each other in the haste to leave.

You lagged behind your class, as they stomped through the halls. You metaphorical tail tucked between your legs, listening to the main Hufflepuffs of your year complain about you.

Starfire tried to catch your eye during Herbology, but you didn't dare look her in the eye.

Through out the week, the other students had been quietly avoiding her due to your friendship. What if you being with her after the whole Umbridge debacle... ruins her school life?

This house was suppose to be the most accepting one. Every nice person has a breaking point, and you getting them into negative points definitely wasn't working in your favour.

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"Ah, A Ravenclaw." You said dryly. "How fitting."

Jason Todd shot you a lopsided grin. His hands were in his pockets, he leaned against wall. The others of your detention gang arrived, from different directions.

"Why are you here?" Hermione asked. "Umbridge didn't call you out."

"I'm staring to think she wanted a set." Harry muttered.

"What can I say?" He purred toward you. "I'm a bad boy~"

"I'm telling my father about this." Draco fumed, turning on you. "This is the second week of the semester, and you got me in trouble. This shows up on my permanent record!"

"Sorry. I didn't think she'd be this unreasonable." You told him honestly. "But you remember the Centuaurs, right?"

"They almost killed me, L/N."

"Pity they failed." Harry deadpanned.

Hermione slapped his arm, scolding him. You, however, openly laughed.

"Oi, you delinquents." Filch called from the end of the hall. "This way."

The group grumbled in unison, moving to the scary old man. Filch sneered at you all, leading you out of the castle. The Slytherin stood still in the grand doorway. He stared at the sprawling forest below.

"Oh, please, no." Draco whimpered. "Not there. Not again."

"Had fun without me?" You snickered.

"Oh god." He continued. "Now you and Potter are here, in the same place. I'm definitely going to die in that forest."

"That was years ago. Honestly, it wasn't that bad." Herimone rolled her eyes, pushing pass.

"Of course you'd say that!" He yelled after her. "You weren't almost killed by a Unicorn murderer!"

"You really did have fun without me."

"Stop teasing me, woman."

You held up your palms in defeat, moving through the door with Harry and Jason. You three complained about the new defense classes, ignoring the sound of Draco stumbling behind.

You found out Jason's reason for being here.

"You were reading?" You snorted.

"It was the text book." He pointed out. "The information that we were suppose to learn."

"You really are a bad boy~"

"You're a very mean Hufflepuff."

"Alright, you gnats." Filch stood beside a Pumpkin patch, gesturing to the ground's keeper hut. "Hagrid has you. Unfortunately, I couldn't get ya to un-spider the trophy cabinets..."

You watched him walk off, still mumbling under his breath about the various ways he could have tortured you all.

"So," Jason said to you. "Still having fun at Hogwarts?"

Bang!

The hut's door was thrown open. A tall, burly man with a bushy beard stepped out; a mastiff close behind.

"Hello, you lot." He said cheerfully. "Fang, no."

The dog went straight to you for a sniff. You didn't miss Draco's harsh grimace at the pooch. Fang licked your cheek, then moved to the eager Harry and Hermione. You looked at Jason,

"Hell yeah."