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.

TUESDAY

Hermione woke up groggy; she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a few minutes, trying to regain full consciousness. After rubbing her eyes a couple of times she walked slowly to the girl's bathroom, she took a nice long shower. It was the only advantage of always waking up at five o'clock…the bathroom was completely abandoned. Any girl would appreciate a completely empty bathroom, no giggling over boys, or the aroma of twenty different shampoos. There was just silence, and Hermione soaked it up.

Once she got out of the shower she wrapped herself in a white towel, and made her way back to the dormitory. She glanced at the common room to see if anyone was awake, but to her surprise there was someone there. It was a Weasely, she was sure of that, the bright red hair gave it away…but which one was it? She turned around and slowly crept down the staircase getting closer and closer to the burgundy sofa. When she finally was right behind of it she noticed it was Fred…and the only reason she could tell it was Fred and not George was because he had a freckle the shape of a heart on the side of his neck.

How did she know this, you're probably wondering. Back in 3rd year when Hermione had stayed at the Burrow for the summer, her and Fred had a contest to see who had the coolest freckle. How they ended up doing that Hermione wasn't sure but she did remember the contest quite well.

"Right here," Hermione said pointing to her shoulder blade, "I have a freckle that looks like a broomstick."

Fred glanced at it for a second and nodded in agreement. Then he grinned his signature Weasely grin,

"On my neck right here," He said pointing to a freckle on the left side of his neck, "I have a freckle the shape of a heart, it's a very romantic thing I've been told."

Hermione giggled, it was very cute…not something she thought Fred would have admitted to having. But then again Hermione didn't really know Fred that well.

Then she remembered how furious she was at him for getting her detention. She had to think about it more, she dashed up the dormitory staircase and into her room…what was she going to do about Fred?

Fred sat at the Gryffindor table with George and Lee. He didn't say much except the occasional, "Sure." or "No, thanks." This earned him a weird look from his twin, who could sense his unusual mood.

"Are you okay Fred, you look like you've been attacked by a dementor or something!" George stated with concern for his counterpart.

"No, I'm just not feeling well…I just need to eat something." Fred said grabbing a muffin from the basket in front of him.

"If you say so mate…if you say so." George said eating the pancakes Dobby had brought from him.

Fred glanced over to where Harry, Hermione, and his little brother were sitting. They were talking to each other laughing about a joke Harry had just told, but once Hermione stopped laughing her eyes glazed over and she began staring into space. Then he noticed her right hand, it was bandaged…how did that happen? And why did he care? It's because she's like a little sister to him, that's why. He told himself, that's why. You don't want her to be hurt…

Fred stood up and walked out of the Great Hall without a word. Maybe if he told the truth about the Parchment he could get Hermione off the hook…it seemed like a good idea. And what was the worst that could happen? Detention? Unlike Hermione Fred and his brother were Veteran's of Detention. Now, since Umbridge wasn't at breakfast where the heck could she be?

Fred finally found the Professor in the Library, the last place he had expected to find her. She was sitting drinking a cup of tea while reading a book. If looks could kill the look Madam Pince was giving her could've killed her three times over. Everyone knew how protective the old librarian was of her books; the only person she trusted around the library was Hermione.

Fred took a deep breath and walked over towards the Professor. He had been thinking of what to say to her.

"Professor, could I speak with you for a moment?" Fred said, trying to be a nice as possible. He needed to butter her up, make her want to listen to him.

Umbridge looked up from her reading and glared a Fred giving him a questionable look, as if trying to say 'What the hell are you doing here?' She took a sip of her tea and bookmarked the page she was on.

"Aren't you that Weasely boy…Fred, or is it George. You can your troublemaking brother look to much a like for me to tell the difference." Umbridge said blandly.

"I'm Fred ma'am." He said, wanting badly to comment on the trouble making part but keeping his want silent.

"Now what would you want from me, hm?" She said taking off her glasses and giving him yet another glare.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened with Hermione Granger's homework yesterday…"

This obviously wasn't the way to start the conversation, but Fred didn't have Time Turner to fix that now.

"What are you trying to do? Weasel her way out of her punishment? The pompous girl finally got what she deserved!"

Fred was furious, Hermione was intelligent, witty, and at times a bit proud, but pompous was certainly not the word to describe Hermione. He could feel his ears burning up, and praying that his Weasely temper wouldn't burst.

"What's the matter, does the truth hurt boy?" She sneered.

"Ma'am that paper was mine, I by accident gave Hermione that parchment…she had no idea—" Fred began but was cut off by Umbridge.

"A likely story Mr. Weasely, you're just using your reputation to get your little girlfriend out of detention. But that will not be happening, she will serve out her punishment and if I hear another peep out of you about it you can join her."

Finally Fred had confessed to pulling a prank that was rightfully his and no one believed him. Oh the irony of it all. Wait; did Umbridge just call Hermione his girlfriend?

"Ma'am she certainly is not my girlfriend." Fred said.

"It doesn't matter, now if you don't mind I have some reading to catch up on."

Fred stormed out of the Library, and it was the first time ever but only because Fred had never visited the Library before.

Hermione dreaded having to return to DADA, she didn't want to have to face Umbridge again. Not only because she could not stand the woman but also because everyone was expecting her to pull off another prank. She hated hearing the snickering of the Ravenclaw's and she hated being the idol of the entire Gryffindor house. She sighed as she turned down the East corridor.

"So I hear everyone's favorite Mudblood finally grew a sense of humor!" She heard a deep voice call.

She looked up and saw Draco Malfoy standing in the hallway with an idiotic grin plastered across his face. She hated when he called her a Mudblood, she couldn't stand it.

"Oh shut up Malfoy." She said trying to walk passed him, but he walked right in front of her.

"You can't run away that quickly! Come on, who was really behind that little joke in DADA?" Malfoy questioned, still smirking at her.

"It's none of your business, now please just go away!" She pushed him aside and tried walking away, but was stopped again by Malfoy who had grabbed her wrist.

"You filthy Mudblood, how dare you touch me!" He roared.

"Well it seems you're the one touching me now, so I wouldn't be so hypocritical." She said, pulling her arm away and rushing into the classroom.

DADA wasn't as bad as Hermione had though, everything went smoothly. And the only reason that had happened was because Hermione didn't open her mouth to speak, once; even when Umbridge was describing the properties of the Impedimenta spell incorrectly. Everyone was shocked at Hermione's behavior, but no one dared to bother her about it in fear of being the target of one of Hermione's "pranks".

Hermione plopped herself on her bed, and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that one little piece of parchment could cause so much trouble. She turned to her clock and noticed that it read, Detention Time. Hermione grumbled, she hated Detention, and couldn't believe how the Weasely Twins could find any enjoyment in it.

Once she arrived she saw Umbridge sitting at her desk reading the Daily Prophet. She didn't notice that Hermione was there until she went to grab her teacup.

"Ah Miss. Granger, we will be doing lines again tonight. The same thing, here take my quill." She said handing Hermione the quill from last night.

"And take that silly bandage off your hand Miss. Granger, we'll have none of that here." She said evilly.

Hermione did as she was told and tossed the old bandage into the wastebasket, sat down and began writing. She held back tears as she dotted her i's and crossed her t's.

He knew that waiting for Hermione would be pointless. She obviously didn't want to talk to him, and if he had been in Hermione's shoes he wouldn't of wanted to talk to him either. He sat Indian style in one of the armchairs, writing in his Divination Dream Book. He really hated that class, it was so annoying.

"Fred you're being ridiculous!" He heard George call from the top of the stairs, "You need to just give up, she'll forgive you eventually."

Fred didn't respond, knowing that if he did he'd just be antagonizing the chatterbox that was his twin brother.

"Wanna know what I think." He heard his brother call, "You like Hermione, and you need her to forgive you or your life would end." George dramatically pretended to stab himself through the heart.

"Very funny George, now leave me alone. I unlike you want to do my homework." Fred said not looking up at his brother.

"You must really like her Fred, because you never do homework."

Fred didn't respond, he couldn't respond. Because secretly, he did really like Hermione.

Hope you liked it! I'll try to post another chapter soon.

--FC