Never Is Our Always

Cuts Deep, huh? 5

(Minnie pov)

Detention with this bitch finally came around, I was walking down the hall, trying to prepare myself for the pain all over again.

"Babe," I heard Fred say, I turn around and he jogs up to me, I tilt my head as he pulls me forward.

"Hmm?" He leans down, presses a kiss to my forehead and then grinned as he let me go and jogged away.

"Bye beautiful!" He waves and I rose an eyebrow at his odd behaviour before shaking my head as I kept walking.

-

The cut on the back of my hand had barely healed and, by the minute I touched that quill, it was bleeding again. I did not complain during this evening's detention; I was determined not to give Umbridge the satisfaction; over and over again I wrote I must not tell lies and not a sound escaped my lips, though the cut deepened with every letter.

-

It was nearly midnight when I left Umbridge's office tonight, my hand now bleeding so severely that it was staining the scarf I had wrapped around it.

As soon as I was out of earshot, holding my hand in my scarf protectingly... I started to cry. I saw the blood seep through the yellow in my scarf.

I clamp a hand over my mouth, choking from my sobs as I rushed down the hall and up the stairs to the common room.

"What's the matter, dear?" The Fat Lady asked.

"I-" I was a mess, no words could form, "U-Umbridge!" I cried out to the woman, the fat lady looked down in concern.

"Go in," she told me as the portrait swung open, I raced in, shutting the door behind me.

"Minnie?" I heard someone call out as I kept running, dropping my scarf as blood ran down my hand.

"Hey," I was spun around at the landing of the stairs, I shake my head as I got out of their grasp. "Hey, hey, it's me, babe, it's me."

I was gasping for air as I rip my glasses off my face, "hey... Shh, Shh," He pulls me into his chest and I let arms fall as I sobbed loudly.

"B-Blood," was all I could manage out, he slowly lets me go as I sniffle, lifting my hand to show him.

"Baby holy-" he takes my wrist softly and examines my hand.

"It hurt so much," I whispered hoarsely.

"Come here," he softly tugs me and wrapped his arms around my head, "she's not going to get away with this."

I couldn't say anything as I started to cry all over again.

-

"Hey, are you okay?" I look at Katie as I sniffled again, "what's going on?"

"W-Well," I stammer, "U-Umbridge, actually."

Click!

"Umbridge?" Angelina asked bitterly.

"I had detention tonight," I told her, she glowers, "uh, she did this..." I shakily pulled my sleeve up and showed them my hand.

"Oh my god!" Katie shrieks and Angelina gasped.

"How?!" Angelina asks.

"It's called a blood quill," I say, "I think if Harry's in detention with her too..."

"He's getting the same punishment," Angelina sighs, "and I've been really hard on him lately too."

"You didn't know, it's okay," I assured her, "but this wasn't even healed and when I started writing again, it split open!"