𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

13: detention - fred weasley

You carefully knocked on the dark wooden door, fingers trembling slightly. You had gotten detention for talking out loud in class. You had never been in detention before, rather odd considering that your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, was a real pranker, but here you were, ready to take your punishment.

Professor Umbridge had started teaching at the school just last week, and you already despised her and her teaching methods. It was the reason you were standing where you were, sometimes you couldn't keep your mouth shut. A small 'come in' was herd and you slowly opened the door, greeted by her toad like face smiling at you.

"Ah, miss Y/L/N, come in." She said and you did what she told you, closing the door softly behind you. You gazed around the room, a hideous light pink colour decorating the walls, along with moving pictures of kittens who stared you down as you walked further into the room, some even hissing. She gestured towards a chair and a small desk that stood diagonally from hers and you sat down. "You'll be writing some lines for me today, 'I will not speak unless spoken to'.

"How many times?" You asked, looking at her annoyingly smiling face.

"As many times as it takes for it to sink in, and you'll be using one of my quills, no ink needed." She said, gesturing to the quill that laid on the desk. "Begin." She said and you grabbed the quill.

You started writing at the top of the parchment, a dark red colour coming out of the quill, forming the words you were writing.

You immediately felt pain on the hand you weren't writing with, looking at it you gasped. You saw the sentence that you just finished writing on the paper, being carved into your skin, crimson blood slowly running down from the letters. You felt her presence next to you, and you looked at her, not quite believing what she had done.

"Is anything wrong Miss Y/L/N?" She asked, wearing a fake concerned expression, looking down at you. No words came out of your mouth, this was a torturing method, this couldn't be legal. "Naughty girls like you will all get punished in the end, keep that in mind." She said, before turning towards her desk, sitting down she sipped on her teacup. "Oh do continue." She said as she noticed you sitting still.

You pressed the pen to the paper again, spelling out the same sentence, the pain increasing more with every word you wrote. After seven lines your blood was spilled on the desk and you looked up at her.

"The message has sunken in now professor." You said and she nodded, grabbing the paper from your desk. You left her office without another word, barely being able to look at her without being actually frightened. This was a sinister women, and something told you that she could go even further than this to just have order.

You quickly walked to Myrtles bathroom, washing away the blood from your hands, the water turning red. You muttered a spell to stop the bleeding, you tried a healing spell but it didn't work, you guessed that it wasn't supposed to work, that it would heal by itself eventually. You walked out of the bathroom, towards the gryffindor common room, you knew that you had some bandage in your dorm. It was rather late, just fifteen minutes until curfew, so you barely saw anyone on your way.

You were longing to crawl down under the warm cover of your bed and read a comforting book, all to keep your mind off the detention. It was something that you just wanted to forget. You muttered the password and snuck into the common room, but halfway up the stairs you herd your name being called out.

"Oi! Y/n! Come here!" Fred was smiling at you, but his smile dropped once he looked into your eyes, he could tell that something bad had happened. You put a smile on your face before answering him.

"I'll be down in a minute!" You said before turning around, not waiting for a response. Once in your dorm you wrapped your hand in a bandage, put your hair up and changed into Freds quidditch sweater before heading down again. You smiled at your boyfriend, his twin and the golden trio as you walked towards them, sitting down on the couch next to Fred who pulled you onto his lap.

"Hello lovely, are you alright?." He murmured into your ear before planting a kiss behind it, you leaned into his touch with a nod, his presence calming you.

"So, Y/n, how was detention with Umbridge, someone we have to look out for?" George teased, turning the attention towards you.

"It was, uh.." You didn't know if you should tell them what she did or not, you didn't want them to worry, yet again, it would be best to tell them, they would most definitely avoid her then. "She had a rather interesting method." You said, lifting your wounded hand up. Everyone gasped and Fred immediately sat up, Hermione grabbed your hand, looking at the bandage. You took it off and showed them the sentence that was carved into your skin.

"Bloody hell Y/n, she tortured you." Ron said, looking up from your wound.

"Come on George," Fred said, getting up from the couch.

"Fred, no-" You said but were immediately interrupted.

"Let's get the old hag." He said, as he and George walked towards the opening.

"Fred, no i don't want you-" You tried grabbing his arm but he moved away from your reach.

"Y/n, she has to pay, what she did to you, it's not acceptable, but don't worry love, well get her back." He said and turned again.

"Fred Weasley, you listen to me right now." You rose your voice, making him and a few other heads turn immediately. "I don't want the same thing to happen to you, or George, or anyone, that's why i told you, so you would keep away from her." You said, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt." You said, a small sob escaping your lips. He embraced you immediately, shushing you, whispering apologies and sweet words into your hair. You let a few tears fall before you looked up at him again.

"I'm sorry my sweet, but when someone hurts the person i love the most, i can't help wanting to hurt them back. But i wont, unless you ask me to, okey?" He smiled slightly as he wiped your tears away.

"I love you so much Fred." You leaned into his touch again.

"And i love you Y/n, more than you could ever imagine."