Hey guys, sorry for the delay in updating, but I've finally got this chapter up.

Harry Potter still isn't mine, sadly.

Hermione and Fred were walking to the Great Hall together, arms wrapped around each other's waists, when their private bubble was broken by their favourite teacher's voice echoing around the corridor.

"No magic is to be used in the corridors between classes. Proper dress is to be maintained at all times. All Weasley products are banned. Pets are only allowed in the common rooms. All students are to submit to questioning about suspected illicit activities. Boys and girls are to retain at least eight inches between each other at all times."

Hermione glanced up at Fred in disbelief. "Did I really just hear that right?" she asked.

He nodded. "I think so. But, luckily for you, you've got a boyfriend who has no problem in disobeying rules, in fact, he positively thrives on it."

Hermione grinned coyly. "I should consider myself lucky then, shouldn't I?" she asked, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, not caring who saw them.

Walking into the Great Hall, they settled themselves down at a table, sitting as close as they normally did, chatting and laughing, with Fred stealing the occasional bite of food off Hermione's plate.

A short while later, George and Lee arrived, both talking.

"She's really getting carried away, it's ridiculous," Lee complained as they sat down.

"Are these the announcements?" Hermione asked.

George nodded. "No magic, proper dress, and the most entertaining one, boys must keep their hands out of their robes at all times!"

Fred choked on his drink. "We missed that one!" he exclaimed. "We heard the boys and girls must retain at least eight inches from each other at all times, though."

"I see you two are paying attention to that one," teased George.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course we are. After all, we'd do anything to keep our favourite teacher happy."

"It's hardly Hogwarts anymore," commented Lee.

Hermione nodded. "Oh, guys, tomorrow there's another DA meeting," she said quietly.

They all nodded.

The next evening, the DA filed into the Room of Requirement. One everyone was ready and had quietened down, Harry started to speak.

"Right, this evening we're going to learn how to conjure a Patronus. Now, a Patronus is a positive force that will repel Dementors. To conjure it you must think of your happiest memory, and say, Expecto Patronum. When your Patronus appears, you must remember to stay focussed on your happy memory. Now, this is very advanced magic, so don't be too upset if you can't produce a Patronus right away. Just keep practising. Those who are advanced enough can produce a corporal Patronus – a Patronus in the shape of an animal, like this," he waved his wand and a stag erupted from it and ran about the room, shaking its head.

"Now, if everyone wants to practise, and I'll come round and help."

Everyone turned away and pulled out their wands, settling down to practise.

"What's your memory?" murmured Fred in Hermione's ear.

"When you kissed me after I told you I liked you," she told him. "I was convinced you didn't feel the same way, so when you kissed me, and said you did, it was a dream come true. I was on cloud nine. Yours?"

"When you told me you loved me for the first time. It was amazing – the whole thing." He smiled at her as they both raised their wands and cried, "Expecto Patronum."

Immediately two foxes sprang from their wands – slowly circling each other, before nuzzling up, affectionately nipping and tumbling. Fred and Hermione grinned at each other, their grips on their wands loosening as they turned to each other and wrapped their arms around the other body, kissing as if their lives depended on it.

As they pulled away, and became refocused on their surroundings, they were stuck by just how quiet it had become. This wasn't the normal quiet though, that often occurred after a particularly heated kiss in front of those who weren't used to them, but more of a panicked silence. Hermione could practically feel the tension radiating off everyone in the room.

Glancing over to Harry, she drew a sharp breath at the sight of Dobby trying to hit his head on the floor.

Harry looked up at everyone, his eyes wild with panic. "Run!"

They all did, pushing and shoving to get out of the door. In the crowd, Hermione lost sight of Fred as she was buffeted along, heading towards the Gryffindor common room. She couldn't see him in front of her, and she didn't have time to turn around and check behind her. All she could do was run, as far away from the Room of Requirement as possible, and hope that everyone got out. Reaching the common room, she bent over to catch her breath as Neville panted out the password, and watched as the portrait swung open and all Gryffindor DA members piled through. As the last person entered the safety of the common room she looked around at the assembled faces. Three were missing – Harry, Fred and George. A lump of worry settled in her stomach. If they'd been caught, there was no telling what Umbridge may do to them – she hated the three boys with a passion. Standing up, she dashed up to the Fifth Year boys dormitory, and, finding Harry's trunk, rummaged through it, searching for a piece of parchment.

A few minutes later she gave up with a growl, slowly heading back downstairs.

"Ron, does Harry have the map with him?" she asked quietly, frowning when she received a nod in response.

Sighing, she settled down on the sofa, knowing that there was nothing she could do but wait. Fifteen minutes later the portrait hole swung open again, revealing two figures.

Hermione looked up and cried out. "Fred!" She launched herself from the sofa and grabbed hold of him. He chuckled as he prised her arms from where they'd wrapped around his torso.

"Whoa, 'Mione, what's the matter?"

She looked up at him. "I thought Umbridge had got you. I thought she was torturing you!"

"She didn't, sweetheart. She didn't. George and I, well, there were so many people trying to get back to the common room, and I got separated from you, we thought it would be safer, and easier, to hide out in the secret passages for a bit."

"I was so worried," she murmured, laying her head on his chest.

"I'm sorry, 'Mione."

"It's fine, you're here now," she said weakly. As a thought struck her, she leaned away from Fred slightly. "Was Harry with you?"

Fred shook his head. "No. Haven't seen him since the Room of Requirement. Why, isn't he here?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, 'Mione," Fred reassured her. "He's got the Marauder's Map, he should be able to get away without being caught."

She nodded, not fully convinced, and settled down to wait again. It wasn't much later that the portrait hole swung open and a pale Harry came in.

"She knows everything. We left the list behind."

"What?! How could we forget that?" Hermione groaned.

"It didn't matter," Harry said despondently. "It was Marietta Edgecombe. She told them every member. Fudge was furious."

"Wait!" interrupted Ron. "Fudge was there?"

Harry nodded. "Umbridge had called him in. He was horrified that we called it Dumbledore's Army. Wanted to arrest Dumbledore, but he escaped. No idea where to. Umbridge will be headmistress by tomorrow morning."

Hermione shook her head. "No."

"Hermione, there's nothing we can do. It's over," said Harry.

"We can't let her think she's won," Hermione said determinedly.

Fred and George nodded. "'Mione's right," said Fred.

"It's time to show Umbridge hell," added George.

"Weasley style!" finished the two together.

Ginny grinned. "She won't know what hit her!"

"The toad deserves it," added Neville.

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