A/N: Another day, another chapter. Woop-di-do. Nah I'm just kidding...I'm totally psyched about the upcoming events. But obviously I can't tell you guys about my genius ideas. They're too awesome for you (laughter of an evil genius). Again, just kidding. You'll find out soon enough. Thank you muentiger and im-the-doctor for reviewing. Also to summer, my new reviewer! Yay, you get virtual hugs! R&R!

"Two more days," I told myself, "Just two more days in the pink hell-hole."

I kept reassuring myself that I would be fine as I walked to yet another 'session' with Umbridge. She was really getting on my nerves. I couldn't stand that foul gargoyle. Not only was she going to end up permanently scarring my hand, but she wasn't teaching us anything in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. How was I supposed to pass my O.W.L.s if she wasn't going to teach the right way? But then again I wouldn't pass them anyway since I wasn't a wizard.

I knocked on the door, waiting for her sugar-coated devil voice to beckon me.

"Come in," she said.

I opened the door, once again greeted by the torturous color that was splashed on the walls.

"Take a seat," Umbridge ordered.

I sat down at one of the desks and pulled out a piece of parchment.

"No, no," she said, "You won't be doing lines today."

"I won't?" I asked confused.

"Today you'll be answering a few questions for me," she said.

Well at least I don't have to damage my hand anymore.

"I've noticed that you are quite...different from the other students," Umbridge said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I shrugged.

"How should I explain this..." she paused, placing a stubby, pink fingernail on her chin. "You tend not to use your wand when needed to."

Uh-oh.

"I still don't know what you're talking about," I lied.

Umbridge leaned down closer to me, I could clearly see the wrinkles spreading from the corners of her eyes. A small smile was on her thin lips.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to," she said.

I swallowed the lump that suddenly clogged my throat. She couldn't have known about the..real me. Right?

I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh of relief. What the hell was with that interrogating? There was no way she could have known about my powers. Why would she care anyway?

I shrugged it off and continued to walk to the common room. On the way I saw George and Fred alone in one of the hallways. They were huddled together, talking about something. I quietly made my way behind them, listening quietly.

"When do you think we'll have all the money?" Fred whispered.

"Probably by the end of the month," George whispered back.

"What do you need money for?" I asked.

They both jumped back three feet, Fred even shrieked. George had his hand clutched to his chest and breathed deeply.

"Blimey, Aaralyn," Fred said.

"You scared the hell out of us," George panted.

I rolled my eyes at their dramatic performance.

"What were you talking about?" I asked curiously.

They both stiffened up and glanced at each other.

"Uh..nothing," Fred said.

"Just guy stuff," George shrugged.

"Huh," I said, "First you said it was nothing, but then you said it was 'guy stuff.' That doesn't sound like 'nothing' to me."

"It's nothing that you need to know," Fred rolled his eyes.

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. Fred slowly stepped back, making sure he was far enough from being attacked. George stood in front of me and kissed me on the forehead, giving me a gentle smile as he pulled away.

"You don't need to worry about anything," he said, "Trust me, it's nothing."

I hesitated, confused about believing him or not. But then I sighed and gave him a sweet, short kiss.

"Okay," I smiled, "I'll see you later."
I then continued to walk to the Ravenclaw common room. Every now and then I would look back at them, wondering if I should have believed them or not. Once I made it to the common room, I went straight to my dormitory. I collapsed onto my bed and sighed.

Suddenly images started to flicker in front of me. A small, piercing headache swarmed through my head, making me press my hand against my forehead. A full image of two redheaded boys on brooms appeared. They were throwing fireworks in a classroom. Then another image appeared of them flying away from Hogwarts, forever.

I quickly sketched down every image that I saw; the fireworks, the classroom, even the fiery red of the boys' hair. I already knew they were Weasleys, but which ones I wasn't sure yet. I finished the picture and I knew immediately it was Fred and George. But why would they leave the school?

George's POV

I watched as Aaralyn walked away, slowly disappearing around the corner. I heard Fred sigh in relief as she finally left.

"That was a close one, mate," he said.

"I don't understand," I said, "Why can't we tell her?"

"We haven't even told Mum yet," Fred said, "And you know that won't be a pretty sight."

"I know," I sighed, "I just don't want to hurt her."

"I know, I know," Fred complained, "She's a great girlfriend and you care about her...blah blah blah...I've heard it a thousand times."

"I don't just care about Aaralyn," I said.

Fred raised his eyebrow curiously.

"Oh," Fred said slowly, "You don't just like her...You love her, don't you?"

"...Yeah," I finally said, "I do love her. I love her a lot."

"Isn't this a shocker," Fred said in mock amazement, "George is in love."

Fred had a huge smirk plastered on his face as he chuckled deeply.

"Shut up," I muttered.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, mate," Fred said, "Aaralyn's a nice girl. And if you love her, you should tell her. Because I wouldn't be surprised if she said she loved you, too."

"You know what, Fred," I said, "I will."

Aaralyn's POV

I pushed around the food that was left over on my plate. I was still stuck on what I over heard from Fred and George. And I got a vision of them leaving Hogwarts. What were they going to do?

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a commotion outside of the Great Hall. I walked out with a group of students, to see Professors Umbridge and McGonagall in the middle of an argument.

"Pardon me, Professor," Umbridge said, "But what exactly it is that you are insinuating?"

"I am merely suggesting that when it comes to my students," McGonagall said, "You conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices."

"So silly of me," Umbridge sarcastically giggled, "But it sounds as if you're questioning my authority in my own classroom, Minerva."

"Not at all, Dolores," McGonagall snapped, "Merely your medieval methods!"

"I'm sorry dear," Umbridge said, "But to question my practices is to question the ministry, and by extension; the minister himself. I am a tolerant woman - but the one thing I will not stand for; is disloyalty."

"Disloyalty?" McGonagall repeated.

"Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared," Umbridge said, "Cornelius will want to take immediate action."

What kind of action was she talking about?

We were in the middle of Potions class, when Umbridge decided to stroll in, uninvited.

"Oh don't mind me," she giggled, "I just wanted to observe your teaching."

"That is...quite alright," Snape said.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment and then slowly continued our classwork.

"Turn to page 89-" Snape said.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Umbridge said, "But I thought I could ask a few questions. Now, you applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct?"

"...Yes," Snape said dully.

He obviously didn't like talking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts job he had been dying to get.

"But you were unsuccessful?" she asked.

"...Obviously," Snape said, the smallest hint of annoyance in his voice.

Umbridge nodded and wrote down something on her clipboard. I could hear Ron snicker as she left. As soon as she was gone, Snape smacked Ron upside his head with a textbook, which made me snicker. I quickly lowered my head, making sure I didn't get hit in the head with Snape's swinging book. Luckily he didn't notice my laughter.

"Hey," I whispered to Ron, "Did you see the new rule that Umbridge put up?"

"Of course I did," he whispered back, "She's such a neat-freak."

"No shit," I said, "I'll never be able to follow her strict dress code rules. I already hate the fact that I have to wear a skirt. Now that idiotic, pink garden gnome is making us have tucked in shirts, no loose ties and no rolled up sleeves."

"She's taking things to far," Ron agreed.

But that wasn't the end of it. She then started questioning Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher. That poor stuttering woman was so unsure of almost everything she said. And Umbridge kept writing things down with a small smile on her face. She was really getting on my nerves with all of this nonsense.

I was sitting on one of the benches in the hall, when I felt a pair of arms sneak around my waist.

"Hey there, trouble," George whispered in my ear.

I smiled and turned to face him. I kissed him on the lips, with sweetness and passion. I pulled away and gave him a big smile.

"What have you been up to?" he asked.

"Just catching up on Potions work," I sighed, "Snape doubled our classes homework."

I rolled my eyes as I turned the page of my Potions book.

"Hogwarts is changing this year," I said, "Ever since Voldemort returned-"

George shivered at the sound of his name. I rolled my eyes and lightly smacked his arm.

"Man up," I complained, "It's just a name. It won't kill you."

"I'd just feel better if you didn't say it though," he said.

"Fine," I sighed, "Ever since You-Know-Who returned, this just started to change."

"I know," George said.

He pulled me closer to him, now letting me tuck my head underneath his. I could feel his lips softly kissing my hair and his hand slowly running down my back. He lifted my chin up with one finger and kissed me again. This time there was so much hunger and passion in the kiss, leaving me thirsty for more. I quickly wrapped my thin arms around his neck as he pulled me closer to him, tightly holding onto my waist.

Suddenly I felt myself being pulled away by a powerful tug. I ended up at the end of the bench as George ended up on the other end. He looked as confused as I did. I heard a terribly bubbly cough grasp my attention. I looked up to see Umbridge walk by us with a faint smile on her bold pink lips.

"No public displays of affection," she said.

Bitch.