Disclaimer: Don't own HP. Never will. But I do own all my brilliant ideas.

A/N: Chapter 3 up! These keep getting shorter and shorter. So now I haven't posted in over a week is because I was gone all weekend and I've been really busy with the play and homework. I still update my profile like every other day and such, so if you want to know if I'm still posting just read that.

Chapter 3

"Fred!" George sang as Fred felt a pillow smash into his head.

"Hmmm…" Fred moaned, "What is it?"

"Fred wakey, wakey. Your gonna be late for class," George said walking out the door. Fred jumped up and pulled on his robes and took a quick glance at the clock as he pulled his shoes on. It read 8:36, he had a little less than half an hour to get ready. He sighed as he lay back down on his bed. 'Damn George, what was he thinking getting me worked up like that.'

Fred sat up in his bed and looked once again at his clock; 8:40. He groaned, 'Might as well get some breakfast.' He thought as Angelina Johnson, the new Quidditch captain, barged into his room.

"Weasley where were you this morning for practice!" he demanded. Fred looked at Angelina as he shot a piercing glace at George who stood behind him.

"There was no practice this morning was there George?" he asked glancing back at Angelina. Wood let of a chuckle as he walked down to the common room. George looked up at Fred with a guilty look.

"Sorry, I thought you were still asleep," Fred laughed as he walked passing George into the common room.

"When do we have Quidditch by the way," Fred asked as they met up with Lee and walked towards their first class.

"Not 'til Saturday morning, which means that we have all week to do homework!" George said throwing his fist in the air. Fred and Lee laughed as the golden trio made their way into the Transfiguration room.

"I say McGonagall's class keeps getting harder and harder," Lee groaned as Fred, George, and he walked out of the classroom.

"Well, can't be as bad as that toad lady gonna be can it?" Fred asked turning around as they walked up the steps towards the common room.

"I wouldn't say so; she seemed kinda off last night. Buttermonkey," George gave the fat lady the password and they walked into the portrait hole. Upon turning the corner Fred found himself face-to-face with Angelina.

"Quidditch try-outs will be on Friday so don't get yourselves detention for that time. I want the whole team there so we can see how the new person fits in," Angelina said storming out of the portrait hole.

"So what do you suspect we do now that we have break?" Lee asked as they sat down in their dormitory.

Fred and George looked at each other before saying, "Puking Pastilles!"

"We've just invented them. Eat the purple end and you barf suddenly then take the orange end and you have an hour of free time on your hands. But we just need a way to see if they work the same on everybody," Fred explained.

They sat up there for another hour thinking of clever ideas to get people to try their product. Finally they decided to pay students to eat them. They constructed a flyer to put of on the common room bulletin board and left for lunch stopping just long enough to ruffle the fur of Filch's cat on the way there.

"I wish Fred and George would hurry up with their Puking Pastilles already," they heard Ron's voice say.

"What's this I hear? A prefect actually asking for an excuse to skip class," George asked walking up to the fifth years.

"You would too with what we have today. Worst Monday I've ever seen," Ron said shoving his schedule under Fred's noise.

"Fair point little bro," Fred said grabbing a roll and beckoning George and Lee out of the room.

"Hello class." Came the high pitched voice from the night before.

"Good afternoon Professor!" Fred shouted. The class let out a chuckle as Umbridge smiled sweetly at him.

"Thank-you Mr…."

"Weasley ma'am,"

"Yes, this boy shows a good devotion to class. The rest of you should follow suit. When I say 'good afternoon class' you will say," she stated in more of a commanding voice.

"Good afternoon Professor Umbridge," the class chorused.

"Good, now wands away! I want you all to turn to your note and write down these three objectives," she said pointing her wand to the board where three sentences appeared. For a moment the class was silent until Lee came to writing the third point.

"Wait, Professor Umbridge what does the third point mean?" Lee asked confirming the thoughts of many other students who nodded in agreement.

"I think that is perfectly clear Mr…."

"Jordan. But does that really mean that we will not be doing magic in this class?" he asked.

"What! No magic," cried a boy by the name of Jeremy Bottin. "We aren't allowed to do anything. How do you expect us to learn?"

"As long as you know the principals you will do fine with everything," Umbridge concluded.

"But this year i-" Angelina started.

"Hands in the air if you have a question," she said calmly. Angelina's fist shot in the air. "Yes, Miss…"

"Johnson. This year is N.E.W.T. year. How can you expect us to do well on the tests if you don't show us how to do the spells?" Angelina asked causing the class to nod in agreement.

"As I said before as long as you learn the principals you will do fine in managing the spells."

Fred and George's fists slammed into the air, "What good are principles in the real world?" they both asked in unison.

"Now who could possibly want to harm sweet innocent children like yourselves?" Umbridge asked in her high girly voice.

"Well let's see," started Lee, "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,"

"My mum," George added.

"Professor Snape," continued Fred gaining laughs from the class.

"That is enough!" shouted Umbridge. "I can tell that you three will be trouble makers in my class. And second He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is not alive. He was killed off years ago so you will not need to worry about him."

"But what do we do about our mum?" George asked gaining his own share of laughs.

"And Professor Snape," Fred added gaining more laughs.

"Oh, and what about the Slytherin bloke, Malfoy I believe." Lee added.

"Why are you scared of that prat?" Fred asked shocked.

"It's not that I'm scared of him. My mum works for his father so I have to be at least a little nice to him or my mum could lose her job," Lee explained causing more laughter to break out.

"That is it!" Umbridge called out causing the class to be silent. "You three come and get this note and bring it to Professor McGonagall please," she said sweetly like nothing had happened. Fred bounded up to the desk and grabbed the note after Umbridge had finished it and walked out linking arms with George and Lee on the way out.

"Is this true." McGonagall stated her mouth as thin as ever.

"Define this," George said.

"This would be your disturbing Umbridge."

"Yes then that would be true." Lee stated broadly.

"Well it says here she has given you detention starting tonight and going though Thursday." McGonagall said. "Lee you may go, I have to talk to Fred and George about the Quidditch team."

Lee saluted the twins and marched out of the room. Fred turned to see the look on McGonagall's face. He knew that this was not about Quidditch.

"Listen you two. You know where this lady comes from and if she finds out that you support 'him' being back it could put your father out of work. Remember that and try to get Mr. Jordan in line too. You may go."

Chapter three done. Now I'm thinking of setting Hermione up with someone for the time being but I'm not sure who so if anyone had any ideas just review me. I will try to make it work but if I don't get any suggestions I will make my own decision.