When the magic of Hermione's prank had worn off Umbridge had been livid, casting her beady eyes around the room, her face a vibrant red.
"WHO DID THIS," the toadlike woman yelled. "STEP FORWARD NOW," she demanded. Nobody within the room moved, Fred refused to cast his eyes to Hermione, unwilling to draw attention to the girl who had caused such a ruckus with her first prank on the school.
"Delores, this was a simple prank, nothing to get so worked up about," the headmaster spoke, his blue eyes alight with amusement.
"YOU DARE CONDONE SUCH DISOBEDIENCE," she shouted at Dumbledore.
"You will not speak to me in that tone while I am headmaster of this school Dolores," Professor Dumbledore spoke, his voice was calm yet firm.
"YOUR TIME HERE WILL BE OVER SOON OLD MAN," She shouted angrily.
"Students please make your way to your morning classes," the old professor spoke. Fred hurried to his feet, grabbing a muffin from the table, he followed the crowed of students out of the Great Hall, his eye's fixed on Hermione.
Hurrying after the girl, he watched as she paused, speaking quietly to his younger brother and Harry before turning down a different corridor. Fred followed at a distance as the girl quickly made her way through the school, heading towards a disused corridor near the library. Hermione paused at a door along the corridor, casting her eyes over her shoulder, a smirk on her face as her eyes met his. He felt his own mouth respond with a smile of his own as she opened the door to the classroom, leaving the door open for him to follow her.
"That prank was amazing," he told her as he stepped through the door.
"I thought you'd like it, I liked your distraction Freddie," she told him as she approached him, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the base of his skull.
"How did you pull it off," He asked her, wrapping his own arms around her waist.
"Magic," she breathed against his lips before kissing him. Fred pulled her closer, one hand against her hip the other rising into her soft curls as he opened his mouth to her searching tongue. Fred felt his heart racing as he kissed her, a warmth rising in his sternum as he kissed the girl, he'd fancied for over a year.
So distracted by the girl kissing him they didn't hear the classroom door reopening, or the heavy click of the pink Mary jane shoes their most hated professor wore as the toadlike woman entered the room.
"Hem-hem," the woman coughed annoyingly, and Fred froze in horror.
"You are breaking the rules," the woman's horrible voice spoke, as he and Hermione separated.
"Do you need a Cough Drop," Hermione asked, pulling out a box of lemon flavoured sweets from her pocket.
"DETENTION," the woman screamed, gesturing for them to follow her, with great reluctance he stepped away from Hermione and they both followed the toadlike woman to her obnoxiously pink, kitten plated office.
"Take a seat," the professor spoke, he and Hermione did, both sitting down at a small table in the corner of the office, the same table, Harry had been forced to sit at many times since the school year had started.
"Miss Granger you will write, I will not be a shameless slut, while you Mr Weasley will write, I will not lay with Mudblood's."
"You cannot be fucking serious," Hermione hissed, her fists clenching in anger.
"Oh I am serious Miss Granger, write your lines," the woman spoke.
"I won't write that," Fred shook his head angrily, glaring at the ministry hag.
"Yes, you will, or your father might find himself without a job, while your siblings might find themselves in detention too," the woman laughed.
"Fred write the sentence," Hermione spoke, her eye's dark and angry as she picked up one of the two blood quills on the table.
"Mione I can't," he whispered.
"Do it," she replied, her eyes meeting his, in them he could see the promise for vengeance against the horrible woman who sat glaring at them from her desk across the room.
"Listen to the Mudblood Mr Weasley," the toadlike woman spoke," Fred clenched his fists, never had he wanted to hit someone more than the horrible woman who had taken over Hogwarts with all her degrees and stupid rules. They'd have their vengeance, when Hermione and the Weasley twins were finished with her she'd wish she'd never set foot in Hogwarts. That was his promise to both himself and the girl beside him as he reached for the quill, refusing to let on the pain it caused him as he wrote the horrible sentence.