A/N: So this took two days for me to write. And I had to write it three times, each time it was different. It was so frustrating, my computer hates me and deleted everything I had 2.5 times. and now its done, so I really hope that the wait was worth it. Much Love- Bookworm

Detention that night was the worst thing that Hermione could have expected to happen in a detention. She and Fred had walked down to Umbridge's office together, and when they knocked they heard a small voice call for them to enter. Hermione had given Fred a smile as she opened the door and they entered her office. There were two desks on opposite sides of the room, and Hermione sat down heavily in the closest one to her. Sitting on each desk there was a single piece of parchment and one quill. Hermione stared at the parchment, puzzled.

"Professor, I'm sorry, but we don't have any ink." Hermione said. Umbridge smiled her sickly smile at her and made a little hem hem cough.

"Miss Granger, you will not be needing any ink, these are some special quills of mine. Now Miss Granger, you will be writing... 'I must not act like an idiot'. Mister Weasley, if you could please write 'I will not cause mischief'." She said, nodding once to each of them in turn. Hermione slowly picked up her quill and put it to the paper. She glanced over to Fred, who was staring at her with his mouth open. She shrugged and started to write on the parchment, the sooner this night was done with, the better.

The first few lines, Hermione didn't think anything of the fact that the back of her hand had stung a couple times and was a little itchy. By the tenth line, a pain shot through her hand to her wrist, making her look down. Her mouth fell open, on the back of her hand were cuts forming the words that she was now writing for her detention. She slowly lifted her head and looked at her professor, who was writing on a paper in front of her. She then turned her attention to Fred, who was glaring at their professor. She slowly began to write her lines again, hoping that this detention would pass by quickly. By the time she had filled the parchment, there was small trails of blood running down her hand. She had given up trying to keep her hand clean, the magic from the quill was just too much. Thankfully, Umbridge decided around that time to walk between their desks once more. She reached out to touch Fred's hand, and Hermione watched him yank his hand away and glare at Umbridge. She turned to Hermione and she immediately dropped her hand to her lap so that Umbridge would be unable to touch her.

"Well, I'd say it has sunk in enough. Hopefully this has taught each of you something. You may leave." She said, and immediately Hermione and Fred were both out of their seats and out the door. When they got far enough away, they began to walk slower than they had been, and Hermione grabbed his good hand with her bad one. He stopped walking and pulled her hand close to his face and sighed.

"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up." He said.

"Wait... Fred, are you okay?" Hermione asked, and he glanced at her and nodded.

"Yes love, I'm fine." He said, and they continued to make their way to the common room. They walked in silence, Hermione was too shocked by the events of their detention to say anything, and she was fairly certain that Fred was angry. Hermione had just thought of something, Harry had detention a while ago with Umbridge.

When they got into the dormitory, Hermione gave Fred a kiss and told him that she wanted to go ask Harry about something. He nodded and handed her a bottle labeled 'Dittany' With instructions to put it on the cuts. She did so quickly then made her way to where she had seen Harry and Ron sitting.

"Harry, let me see your hand." She said, sitting down next to him on the couch he was on. He placed a hand, palm down on his book that he had in his lap and she rolled her eyes. "The other one." She said, grabbing his arm and pulling his hand into her lap so she could see it. And right there, was an angry red scar forming the words 'I must not tell lies'. She sighed and placed her own hand on her lap, where he grabbed it and stared at the lines she had been forced to carve into her skin.

"You too." He stated simply, and she nodded.

"Harry, Why didn't you say anything? We could have told someone. We could have gone to Dumbledore." She said, and Harry sighed and turned back to his book after shaking his head. "Well why not?" She asked, and Harry glared at her.

"This is something I need to take care of myself Hermione." He said, and she stared at him.

"Harry it's not just you anymore. Tonight it was Fred and I, who else might she have done this to?" Hermione asked him. He sighed and shook his head.

"We're stuck with her Hermione. She's our professor." Harry said. Hermione looked across the room to her group of boys. Fred, George, and Lee were all sitting at a small table speaking. Hermione noticed that Fred and George looked very serious, and Lee looked worried. In the moment that she was watching them, she saw Lee glance at her and turn quickly back to Fred and George. Ron interrupted her staring when he spoke.

"I just wish that we had a proper teacher instead of that hag. Would've been nice to have someone like Lupin back." Ron stated wistfully, and Hermione brightened.

"A proper teacher. Like Harry." She stated.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, and she smiled at him.

"Harry I have an idea."

The Next Day:

"Sorry, you want us to meet you where?" Fred asked.

"The Hog's Head. Yes." Hermione said.

"And you really won't tell us why?" George asked her carefully.

"I'll just say we all would like a proper teacher. And I think you would too." She said. Fred and George faced each other and had a silent private conversation without actually talking. George sighed after a moment and nodded, Hermione grinned and looked back and forth between them.

"Okay Love." Fred said, and she nodded happily. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning and giving George a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you." She said softly before turning and walking to meet up with Harry and Ron.

"You know what this means, don't you?" George asked, turning to his twin.

"I know Georgie, and I'm sorry... We'll just have to postpone." Fred said, and George nodded.

"I just wanted to leave, we got the papers for the store all sorted, I'm just ready." He said, and Fred patted him on the shoulder.

"I know... I just..." Fred trailed off and George looked at him.

"You really love her, don't you Freddie?" George asked, and Fred smiled sadly at him.

"So much I can't just leave her to deal with all this on her own." He said, and George stared at him before letting out a breath.

"Well just don't mess it up. I don't want to have stayed for nothing." George said in a half-joking tone of voice. Fred smiled at him and nudged him in the ribs.

"Don't you go worrying about that now." He said as the bell rang for class.