Today was a snow day, so I got a bit of writing in. I hope you all enjoy the story, it is certainly a lot of fun to write. Leave a review to tell me what you think, be it positive or negative I appreciate the feedback J Umbridge comes into this chapter, and I have a few ideas swimming around in my head, but still need suggestions!

Chapter 2

Hermione woke up with a smile on her face. Heaving a satisfied sigh, she stretched, realizing that she was still wearing her clothes from the day before. As she pulled off her sweater, she caught a whiff of a crisp, salty, green scent that reminded her of the ocean. Fred's smell. She touched the back of her hand where he had kissed her, and breathed in his scent deeply.

Fred groaned and rolled over as he heard his alarm.

"Rise and shine, mate!" George flicked his wand carelessly and the curtains flew open.

"Urgh."

"Come on, we've got things to do, places to go, and people to prank!"

Fred sat up and cast a murderous look at his twin.

"Oi, Lee, Fred seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, come and give me a hand!"

"Jus' a minute!" Lee replied through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Don't touch me, I'm fine," Fred straightened up suddenly—he was all too familiar with Lee's methods for waking a person up.

"There's a good chap," George slapped his brother on the back, "Couldn't sleep, eh?"

"Probably too busy dreaming about a certain fifth year," Lee raised an eyebrow knowingly.

"Shut up," Fred yawned as he gave Lee a push.

"A bit of a weak defense, freckled one!" Lee yelled after Fred.

"I'm sure you broke plenty of rules last night, why can't I have a little fun?" Ron said sulkily as he handed over a confiscated Fanged Frisbee to Hermione.

"Ron, you are a prefect, you can't just confiscate things to play with them yourself."

Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, who simply shrugged his shoulders and settled into a seat at the Gryffindor table. Piling his plate high with blueberry pancakes and drenching then in syrup, Ron shot unfriendly glances towards Hermione, who sat on Harry's other side. Unperturbed, Hermione took the opportunity to finish Snape's essay, pausing every few minutes to take a drink of pumpkin juice.

"Ah-ah Granger, what did Fred tell you about that essay?" George shook his finger at Hermione.

"I, er—I don't want it to bring my grades down or anything."

"Blimey Hermione, you couldn't bring your grades down if you tried," Fred stated, taking a seat opposite his twin.

"I'm almost done, so I might as well finish it," Hermione sighed, knowing that Snape would find an excuse to give her bad marks anyway.

"If it makes you happy," Fred shrugged.

"Done," Hermione rolled up the parchment and helped herself to a large serving of eggs and bacon.

"Damn, I just remembered! Fred, we have detention with Umbridge tonight," George groaned.

Harry's left hand jerked off of the table, noticed only by a contemplative Ginny on the opposite side of the table.

"We can still do it afterwards," Fred assured George.

"I suppose. But really, I don't see what we did to earn detention—after all, it was in self-defense."

"I'm not sure it can be accurately labeled as self defense when you created the attacker," Hermione laughed.

"Blimey, it's not like I wanted to be attacked by a flock of demented birds," George reasoned.

"No, you are right—next time you should try to aim better."

The twins and Lee laughed heartily at this, and the whole group set off for class in good spirits.

"Umbridge isn't exactly someone I like to see first thing in the morning," Ron complained as he dropped his books onto a desk.

"Join the club," Harry growled.

"It's so irritating, not having a proper lesson. We really must do something about it," Hermione shook her head angrily at the thought of copying yet another passage from Defense Against the Dark Arts: Year Five.

"Quiet, class," a toad-like woman dressed in shockingly pink robes bustled into the buzzing classroom, looking important. "Open your books to page forty-nine—now, who can tell me the name the most useful defensive spell a wizard may use?"

Hermione's hand shot up like a bullet.

"Yes, Granger?"

"The Disarming Charm, Expelliarmus,"

"You are correct," Umbridge looked rather disappointed.

"Will we be learning how to cast it?" Hermione questioned.

"Cast it? What a ridiculous notion! Why ever would you need to use such a spell?"

Harry gritted his teeth and Ron put a restraining hand on his friend's shoulder.

"For Defense Against the Dark Arts, of course," Hermione narrowed her eyes at the pink monstrosity.

"What absolute nonsense! Where would you encounter Dark Arts? I believe we have already addressed this issue," Umbridge cast a disapproving glance at Harry. "The Ministry sees no reason for our children to learn dangerous spells, and I fully support—"

"Leaving us defenseless?" Hermione demanded icily.

Umbridge glared at Hermione, "Ten points from Gryffindor, and detention, Granger!"

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