Detention

By Fidelius Charm

Summary: "Granger, I hope you're proud of yourself. You've just earned yourself a week of detention!" The words shocked the entire student population. Hermione Granger had Detention? And she had Fred Weasely to thank.

Note: This takes place in OotP, as much as I liked HBP I am still unable to accept what happened. I'm in a denial almost. I won't spoil what happened exactly if you haven't finished it yet, but trust me you'll be in denial too.

MONDAY

It was a normal day at Hogwarts, as normal of a day you could imagine to have at a magical school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The random attacks on first years by Peeves, and Owls swooping through the halls was everything but abnormal to the students. Hermione Granger, and her two best friends were walking down the main corridor to their DADA class. It had been three weeks since term has started and the Golden Trio has already grown to dislike their new teacher, Dolores Umbridge.

They had been planning on playing a harmless prank on the rather obtuse woman who gave the three of them nothing but grief. She particularly enjoyed picking on Harry, who she continually called a liar and a fake. Many of the student snickered each time she made a comment, silently agreeing with her. But Hermione knew differently, Harry was a hero. And she couldn't believe that no one even tried to hear Harry's side of the story.

"Students, please settle down. I want you all to hand in your essay on the effect of the Silencing Spell on spell casting." Umbridge began tapping her foot when no one seemed to be moving to hand in his or her parchment, "Well did anyone do the assignment?"

At this point two Ravenclaw girls 1 walked up to Umbridge's desk and handed in the assignment.

"Thank you girls for being responsible witches. 20 points to Ravenclaw!" The two girls exchanged proud glances and returned to their seats.

"Anyone else?"

Hermione sighed she had the assignment completed. It was sitting in her back right now, but the Gryffindors wanted to boycott Umbridge's class and assignments because of her treatment of Harry, who they now for the most part believed. She wanted so badly to hand in the assignment, but she didn't want to disappoint her two best friends who had been the masterminds behind it. Plus she thought it was quite funny, the look on Umbridge's face had been priceless.

"This is preposterous! Are you telling me not a single one of you did the assignment? I believe there is at least one of you holding out on me…" Umbridge glared right at Hermione who cringed under her stare, "As I thought. Accio Assignment!"

Suddenly Hermione's bag opened and the parchment flew through the air into Umbridge's fat hand. She smirked at the Gryffindor group who all gave Hermione an unpleasant look. Umbridge read through the parchment, and before anyone could say anything the parchment began growing. Everyone looked in shock as the paper began to consume the rather large Professor Umbridge until she was mummified in Hermione's assignment.

Everyone began to laugh, even Hermione who was fighting off the feeling of terror that was forming in her stomach. Umbridge struggled for several minutes with the paper, until see summoned a reducing spell which shrunk the paper back to it's normal size.

The look on Umbridge's face caused the entire room to be silenced; her glare was focused on Hermione who felt like disappearing. If only she could Apparate…that would make things so much easier.

"Granger, I hope you're proud of yourself! You've just earned yourself a week of detention!" Umbridge screamed.

"But Professor—"

"No buts, I'll see you in my office tonight and every night for the rest of the week!" Umbridge was red in the face now, her chubby cheeks like bright red apples, "Class dismissed!"

The entire class rushed for the door, not wanting to become an innocent victim of Umbridge's fury. Once everyone had left, including Professor Umbridge Hermione sulked over to Umbridge's desk and picked up the parchment, which contained her homework. But to her surprise it no longer had Hermione's words neatly written, but a new handwriting.

"I'm going to murder that boy," Hermione stated with anger apparent in her tone, "My perfect record RUINED!"

Hermione stormed off, leaving the parchment on the floor. Ron and Harry looked at one another and picked up the parchment and read it:

Mummification Parchment Courtesy of Fred Weasely

"We've got to find Fred, and fast!" Ron said worried about the welfare of his older brother, "Do you have to Marauder's Map?"

Hermione stormed down the corridor, her mind set on one thing. Finding Fred Weasely and hexing him until he learns the error of his ways, and Hermione knew that would take a lot of hexing. She turned towards the Gryffindor tower and walked up to the Fat Lady, who was sleeping.

"Butterbeer," Hermione whispered under her breath, causing the portrait to swing open leading to the common room.

The only person there was Neville who was reading his potion textbook. He noticed Hermione's state, and he grew concerned.

"Is everything alright Hermione?" He asked sweetly.

"Everything will be the minute I find Fred Weasely and make him pay for getting me detention!" Hermione never knew when she had been this angry with anyone.

"Hermione maybe it would be better if you calmed down a bit before you decide to go after Fred, I don't think what happened in DADA was on purpose…how about we go to the library and see if they finally got the NEWT potion book you've been waiting to read."

"Neville, I don't know what I would do without you." She gave him a huge smile; she took a deep breath and let the tension cool if only a bit. "Fred owes you his life."

"I hope he knows that." Neville said rather loudly before following Hermione through the portrait.

After a few minutes a certain Weasely twin crept out from behind one of the huge armchairs and sighed.

"That was too close." He said with a grin on his face.

Hermione trudged into Umbridge's office a look of shame clearly etched on her face.

"Miss. Granger, so glad you could arrive!" Umbridge said in a sugary sweet voice, covering the venom that usually coated her words, "I think I will have you do lines…"

Hermione sighed with relief; at least she wasn't going to have to do anything terribly stressful. She reached into her bag and pulled out parchment and a quill.

"No, no dear, use my quill instead." Umbridge handed Hermione a plain white quill, there was nothing to unusual about it…

"What will you have me write Professor…?"

"That is a very good question Miss. Granger, a very good question indeed." Umbridge smirked impishly, "I think that…"

It was one in the morning and Hermione still hadn't returned, the red headed boy sat on the red sofa uncomfortably hoping nothing had happened to her on her journey back. He began biting his finger nails unable to sit still for more then two seconds, fidgeting in hopes of finding a comfortable spot.

The only illumination was a few candles and the moonlight that shone through the tower filling it with a pale white light. Fred sighed, he had no idea why he was waiting up for Hermione…even George had abandoned him around eleven thirty saying that Hermione would get over it eventually. But Fred needed to set things right, he may be a joker but he never wanted people's feelings to get hurt because of his jokes. They were meant to make people laugh, not hurt them.

A loud yawn escaped from Fred's lips as he stretched out on the couch. He was now looking at the ceiling of the tower, thinking about a lot of things…but specifically what he was going to say to Hermione when she got back to the Tower.

"Where the heck is she?" He mumbled to the air.

As if on cue, the portrait swung open and a small figure walked slowly towards the common room. When she came into the light Fred noticed it was Hermione, but not the normal Hermione. A worn out, disheveled, furious Hermione…she was such a mess, but Fred couldn't help but smile at her.

"What are you smirking at?" She said harshly.

"'Mione, I wanted to…"

"Well you can shove your apologize where the sun doesn't shine." Hermione cradling her right hand against her chest, "Just leave me alone Fred."

She turned to the right and began walking up the stairs to her dorm room; she didn't say anything else to Fred. The minute she walked into her dorm she slammed the door behind her as if to elaborate on her feelings of anger towards him. Fred sighed; he needed for Hermione to forgive him. Not only because she was his baby brother's best friend but because he felt horrible about what he had done…it was an accident, but he still had caused it.

1 I know that in book Five the trio didn't take DADA with Ravenclaw, but I have an explaination for it in another chapter.

I'm trying my luck on using unusual couples, and my first is going to be a Fred/Hermione. Yeah, if you haven't pick it up yet that's the pairing. I'll have the next chapter up ASAP.

--FC

PS: If you see spelling mistakes let me know…I'm a horrible speller and spell check isn't always the smartest program. Thanks!