Disclaimer: Hey, don't own Harry Potter and other J.K.R. characters. But, now I own HP4 on DVD!

A/N: Chapter 4. This fanfic is coming along nicely. I'm really pleased with the outcome so far. I'm not sure if I got any reviews on this one but I would like to hear what I'm doing wrong and get suggestions from all of you. Also I like to hear what I do right so you can tell me that too. broad smile

Chapter 4

Fred walked along the dark hallways of the school towards Umbridge's office. He fiddled with the folded parchment in his hands as he passed the familiar door that belonged to Filch. Fred winced as his arm gave a jolt of pain. He had burned his arm in potions that day and had to see Madam Pomfrey after it had swelled doubling in size. He sighed as he thought about his soon awaiting detention. True he loved ravishing disaster in his classes but he was getting tired of detention. As he turned the corner he ran into Hermione who was walking the opposite way.

"Oh my gosh Fred! Are you alright?" she asked holding out a hand from where she was still standing. He looked up into her chocolate brown eyes and nodded.

"I'm so sorry 'Mione," he apologized, "I shouldn't have turned so fast."

"No that's alright Fred, really." She added looking to his doubtful face. She smiled showing her newly straight teeth. She had magically straightened them for the Yule Ball last year.

"OW!" Fred gasped as Hermione helped him up. He grabbed his arm as he stood and winced in pain.

"OH my gosh, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you Fred?" she asked. She looked so cute when she was paranoid like that, though he would never admit that to anyone.

"No, I burned my arm in potions and this was all Madam Pomfrey could do for me," Fred explained calmly still holding his arm.

"Well let me see it. Maybe I can do something for you," she said softly as she pulled his sleeve up looking at the burn underneath. She muttered a spell and the burn was covered by a thin, transparent bandage. "Well, that's all that I could think to do."

"Thanks so much 'Mione." He said kissing her on the check, "I gotta get going. I've landed myself detention for some reason. Not that I did anything wrong of course." He joked flashing his award winning smile that made anyone happy. Hermione laughed while blushing furiously as he turned and left.

Fred pushed open the door to Umbridge's office and looked at the clock. It read ten to nine, so he was only about fifty minutes late. He handed Umbridge the note and went to sit down at a desk.

"Here," Umbridge barked handing him a quill, "you will be writing lines. I need you to write, 'I am a self-centered little prat'," she said smirking. Fred looked at the desk for some ink but didn't see any. "You won't need ink my dear child," she said in her most innocent voice, which was also her most horrible one too.

Fred set to work but as soon as his quill touched the parchment he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down to see blood trickling down his hand. He ignored it and kept on writing. Each time he wrote it felt like a thousand pins being shot into his hand. His wound began to bleed more and more as the night went on. When he finally realized that it must be past midnight Umbridge walked over to George and looked at his hand.

"That should be enough for tonight dear." She walked over to Lee and said the same. Fred held his hand out as she walked towards him but as she got nearer she said, "You still need a little more time to let the message, sink in."

Fred swore to himself as he felt the pain come rushing back about an hour and a half later. He looked up at the clock just as Umbridge waltzed over to check his hand. She released him in the same way as she did Lee and George. He gave a little friendly wave as he walked out trying to hold a smile on. As soon as he got past the corridor he headed into the bathroom and slid down on the floor. His hand hurt like hell and he felt terrible. His night had gone from so well down to now. He realized it was well into the morning and decided to walk back the common room.

"Buttermonkey." He said wearily to the fat lady.

"Sorry that's not the password."

"What the hell do you mean that's not the password!"

"I mean the password was changed a few hours ago."

"Ah, hell! Now what am I sup—"

"Good your back. The password is Fish fries." Hermione gleamed at him. She walked into the common room with him closely behind.

"Thanks for that," Fred said falling on a chair.

"Yeah I figured I'd wait up for you after George and Lee said you were still with Umbridge. But why'd she keep you so late, it's nearly two in th—What happened to your hand?" She asked alarmed. He looked down to see that his hand was bleeding even more profusely than before.

"Oh, I just cut it. I think that I'll turn in and don't worry I will fix this up," Fred forced a smile as she reluctantly walked up to her dormitory. Fred looked down at the bloody mess that was now his hand and groaned. Using his wand he conjured a concoction for his hand. After an hour of soaking he pulled his hand out. It was still bleeding but not as badly. He just got the bandage wrapped tightly around as he heard someone walk down towards him. He silently hid behind a couch and saw Hermione come out from the stairs. He was about to get up as she fell to the couch in tears.

Fred watched silently as Hermione screamed for something that wasn't there to go away. After carefully listening he heard the words 'No…he's not dead…It's just a Boggart…Ahhhh".

He figured she must be dreaming about fighting the boggart in Professor Lupin's class two years ago. A boggart was a strange creature that stayed locked up in dark places until released. It would then change forms into the person's biggest fears. Hermione must have a near fear considering she was afraid of failing when she last saw one. He knew his mother saw her whole family dead. Lupin himself saw the full moon, considering he was a werewolf. Harry saw a dementor, while Ron saw a giant spider. Ginny he was unsure about though. But, George saw Fred dead. Fred on the other hand saw himself being disowned from the family just like Percy had been. The thought of being alone without even his family by his side frightened him more than anything.

Hermione woke to find Fred standing over her with a look of terror on his pale face. She sat up quickly blushing and stared at him. Why is he still up? He should be sleeping after the hard night he's been though.

"Hey 'Mione!" Fred shouted a grin forming on his face. Hermione laughed and stood up. She must have been walking in her sleep again. She seemed to do that a lot lately.

Fred woke the next day tired as he had been the night before. He glanced at the clock in worry only to find it was five in the morning. He walked do to the common room in deep thought about the previous night. Hermione had seemed troubled by something when he showed up. Fred sat in wonder as he heard a cough behind him.

"Excuse me?" Fred turned to see one of the girls from Ron's year. He wasn't sure of the name until, "Hi, I'm Lavender Brown. I was wondering if…if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me on Saturday,"

"I'm sorry but I have Quidditch practice all day." Thank God, I do, Fred thought as he walked away leaving a very confused Lavender.

Poor Lavender huh? Sorry but I had to use someone. But just out of curiosity does anyone think he should have said yes, or invite her to practice. Maybe he could have made Hermione jealous? And if so say why. I've always learned to have a reason for what I say…heehee