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Detention. For three months. With Fred Weasley. For Draco, this just got worse and worse...

"The feelings mutual, mate." Fred muttered, narrowing his eyes. Why had he let the thought of money get the best of him? Now, he had to explain to his twin that he wouldn't be able to help with business, or do much with him as he'd have detention... With the Slytherin they both despised.

Draco winced slightly as he stratched the pen across the paper. When he was told he had to write lines, he didn't expect it to be out of his blood. Especially since he was always on Umbridge's team... Well, sorta.

"What are you looking at, Weasley?" Draco pratically spat out the words as he caught Fred looking at him, eyebrows raised. It was clear he'd heard the wince, but the scowl across Draco's face objected, putting doubt in the red-head's mind. He narrowed his eyes once more, ignoring the remark 'Malfoy' had just made. It was his fault after all. He'd been the one that had tried to corrupt him with a large amount of money. Soon, he'd take revenge. Pull a prank on the "fearless" slytherin, and he knew just what to do.

"Are you going to answer me then?" Draco said spitefully. What he would have wanted would have been an answer, or at least some cowering look from his older companion, but Fred merely smirked.

"What could be any worse than spending detention with a Weasley?" Draco complained, his face frowning with disgust when he managed to spit out that family name.

"Don't know." Crabbe muttered, but it was clear he wasn't paying attention; a stack of buns where sat in the middle of their common room.

"Ugh. I'm going to take a shower... Cool off." Draco muttered, hurrying out of the room. As he left, both Crabbe and Goyle dived for the buns, huge grins spread across their wide faces. Within seconds, half of the pile was either in their mouth, their hands or their stomachs, which the other Slytherins didn't seem too pleased with. The two were only greatful that these ones weren't jinxed, like the ones in second year... No, wait a minute. Crabbe spat whatever contents had been in his mouth, out, his face turning a shade of green. Without being able to control it, he began retching it, before fully showing everyone what he'd been eating all day. Quite frankly, that was a whole lot of food, making a good portion of the Slytherin's also vomit, including Goyle, whose buns were getting him too. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a note. You asked for puking pastilles, mate.

By the time everyone had finishing throwing up, which seemed to about half an hour after the buns had first been touched, the floor was literally covered with a variety of mushed up and mixed... foods? Nothing a quick charm could fix though. One of the elder Slytherin's, probably one of the cleverest too, waved her wand and the mess disappeared. Everything seemed fine again. Then a loud, slightly girlish, scream filled the air.

Draco ran into view, clutching a hat tightly over his head. "I look like a Weasley!" He cried, still spitting out the name with the same level of digust he always used. And slowly, he lifted the hat to show his hair was bright orange.

"Freddie!" George called, running cheerfully towards his twin. "I haven't seen you all day, where've you been?"

"Detention..." Fred mumbled. "Oh, and pulling a few pranks." Saying that cheered him up a little.

"We're used to that Freddie, now come on, we've got some business to do."

"George?" Fred said slowly; this was the first time he'd ever been nervous telling his twin anything. Normally, he couldn't help but tell him everything, especially if he'd been listening in on others conversations. Even when they'd got into trouble, he'd always spill immediately, but the words seemed to lump in his throat, choking him. No matter what, the lump just wouldn't budge. He swallowed dryly, hoping it would make a difference... But it didn't.

"Yeah?" George smiled, turning to face his twin. But the look that greeted him wiped the smile right from his face. "What is it?" He asked quickly, confusion and worry taking the place of his former smile.

"I can't..." Fred forced himself to say, struggling to speak even that short phrase. Still, he pushed himself on. "I have detention... For three months. All day... mostly. No free time... At all!"

"What?" George shouted, suddenly furious. Not at his twin though, and Fred knew this. He knew who he was really angry at, the one who had given the detention. "Where is that toad, Umbridge, I want to teach her a lesson?"

Fred shook his head slowly, not wanting to think of the consequences that would come with that action. He would definitely be expelled. Maybe even locked up for the dementors. That was something Fred really didn't want to think about, especially since he'd seen what had happened to Sirius.

George nodded, understanding the thought process that had crossed his mind. Since they were twins, they always understood one anothers emotions a lot easier, more than some might believe. They definitely knew that somewhere in their head though, they were both connected... Part of one.

That's it for now:L
Thoughts?:)