Heyyy, so...i guess this took me a while aha. I'm sorry, i have it all planned out but i'm writing books at the moment and trying to edit through them. My count at the moment is three completed and 4 wip's. Anyway, that's kind off been taking precedence. So i am very very very very very sorry. But not to long now i promise. I'll update next week, or earlier depending on my mood.

George didn't sulk about the sort of rejection or his upcoming detention. Instead he slipped into Charms, falling down next to Fred with a fake smile.

"You alright?" Fred asked leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms out above his head.

"Fine" George said calmly.

"Where'd you go" Fred inquired. George mumbled bathroom before Flitwick started his teaching, the two falling mostly quiet apart from the occasional rumble of a joke slipping through their lips.

"Where you going?" Lee asked as George turned to go the opposite direction from him, angelina and Fred.

"Detention" George grumbled.

"Whatcha do this time?" Angelina asked.

"Indecency in the corridor, that umbridge woman is crazy"

"Indecency. What were you doing?" Fred inquired. George shrugged.

"Walking next to Granger." George said "Told you that woman is crazy" George huffed. "See ya after lunch" George said with a small wave before wandering off towards the defence agains the dark arts room.

He didn't bother knocking on the womans door. He wasn't about to pay someone who gave him an unjust detention any respect. Especially not after he heard that she'd given a weeks worth of detentions to Harry for telling the truth. She glared at him through her squinted eyes when he walked in.

"Go back out and knock or i'll give you another detention" She hummed. George rolled his eyes knocking on the door next to him. "close the door" George did so. Walking in and seating himself at the a small table Umbridge waved at. "You'll be doing lines"

doesn't sound too bad George thought.

He realised he was wrong a minute later. Half way through the second line of writing 'I must not step with in 6 inches of a girl' He'd been in some ridiculous detentions, mainly with snape. The man forcing him to clean goo off of the celling, Hagrid had him exercise flobberworms, dragging them round on small leads. He realised this wasn't just ridiculously stupid with a burning pain in the back of his hand. His eyes slid down to the back of his hand. Watching horrified as writing begun to scratch itself into the skin.

"Something wrong Mr Weasley " Umbridge asked politely.

"I'm not writing any more lines" George said placing down the quill and staring at the toad like woman.

"Yes you are."

"No" George growled.

"Mr Weasley, I do believe your family is already troubled for money. It wonder what you would do were your father to lose his job" She said calmly.

"What?"

"I have a lot of influence at the ministry"

"Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"It seems you're not as dumb as you look." Umbridge said offhand before smiling at him. "Now Mr Weasley you have two options. You continue to write your lines as instructed or you stop and your father will be fired."

"I'll write to-"

"the minister of magic?. My dear boy he put me here to sort out this institution by any means necessary. I assure you he knows of what I am doing here. So, why not save your fathers job. I believe it's hanging on by a thread as it is. Even the slightest slip could cause him to loose it" George glared at the smiling woman for a minute. Before his fingers slowly reached towards the quill she had provided. "That's a good boy"

The rest of the detention past in silence, no matter how much George wanted to groan in pain he kept it in. Eyes staring blankly at the parchment in front of his as his quill rushed across it.

When George was finally let out blood was dripping down his fingers, he hid the bloody hand in his cloak as he stormed through the halls back to the gryffindor common room. He didn't feel like going to potions. Not today.

He bathed his hand in essence of murlap before quickly healing the bloodied writing into thin pink lines. Before he was curling up in his four poster, hand held out infront of him as he examined the lines.

I should tell someone He thought. But what if dad gets fired?

"Georgie!" Fred bellowed an hour later as he burst into the room. George tucked his hand underneath the covers.

"Hey" George said.

"How was detention?" The boy asked, flopping onto the end of George's bed.. George didn't hesitate in the lie. A quick 'fine' slipping through his lips.

His next Detention came a few days later, umbridge had found him in the courtyard demonstrating some of the products they had made. Simple things like canary creams. He didn't go into the skyving snackboxes. If a professor saw then the game could be over for the students using them to escape lessons.

That night he was forced to write 'I must not make stupid products' at least a hundred times over. The mark came out below the fading lines from his earlier detention. This time George was prepared for the scratching of the skin as his hand was sliced open. Umbridge cleaned up the quill and told him to leave once she was satisfied with the blood running across the table.

In the next few weeks he had the detention again and again. Same writing slicing into his hand deeped each time. He no longer bothered to heal it. On the first week he'd spotted Harry walking into the class room as he was leaving. The two shared a short nod but that was it. He took Freds detentions for him. Using the excuse of letting his brother spend more time of his last year with angelina. Fred thanked him each time and didn't question it.

"Let me see your hand" Hermione ordered running up behind him a few days after 11th detention with umbridge. George turned round to look at the book worm before holding up his non marked hand. He watched her look it over for a second with furrowed brows.

"It is a very gorgeous hand. But why do you want to look at it?" George said starting up walking. She followed him falling into step next to him.

"Let me see the other one" She said. George faltered for a second.

"I've got to get to class."

"It's Dinnertime George" Hermione huffed.

"Well then i'm starving. Later granger" George said quickly turning to walk off only for the girl to grab the back of his rob and drag him back. "Why are you so bloody interested in my hand?" George snapped. Wrenching his cloak from her grip.

"Because i've heard you've had detentions with that evil cow as well" Hermione spat. George turned then. Looking at her puzzled for a second before he was jumping to reach for both her hands. Pushing up the sleeves of her cloak to look at them.

"If she hurt you i'll-" George growled stopping when he looked over the unmarked flesh.

"Harry. Not me" Hermione said hand twisting in his grip to hold his own. Finger gently prying around the scarred hand. "She did it to you too" The girl breathed. "George why didn't you tell me?"

"It's nothing Granger."

"It is not nothing this is brutality!" The girl snapped.

"It's fine. Just. Try not to get a detention with the wench" George mumbled.

"This is worse than Harry's" Hermione mumbled. Finger dragging over the tender wound making George wince.

"Well I don't know if you've noticed but I happen to be a bit of trouble maker. We generally get a few more detentions than most people" George said with a weak smile.

"Has she done this to fred?"

"No."

"Does fred know?"

"No he doesn't and it's going to stay that way"

"Why?"

"Because. He'd just worry" George said calmly. Slowly slipping his hands out of hers only to regret it a second later. Missing the contact.

"He has reason to worry" The girl said seriously before sighing sadly "You should have told me"

"Well. Last time I got hurt in front of you you got all shaky remember" George joked.

"I had to put my fingers inside of you. That would make anyone a bit ill" Hermione huffed.

"Don't let umbridge here you say that. She'd get the wrong idea. I really am hungry by the way so can we save whatever heartfelt moment you want to have for later" George said, Hermione moving to slap the back of his head.

"I'm sorry. I won't worry about you in the future" She grumbled. Storming ahead of him. George quickly caught up with her.

"I promise you i'm fine Granger. It's nothing I can't handle" He mumbled, scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck.

Umbridge always makes him write the same line. She'd caught him blowing up a toilet and arguing with a slytherin among other things but still she made him write the same line

I must not make stupid products

She must have realised that writing that again and again was the line that would get to the Weasley twin. George took more of Fred's detentions. His twin had stopped asking why, Umbridge didn't seem to care. As long as she was punishing one of them.

Hermione ended up approaching the twins and Lee in a deserted corridor, Dragging them behind a tapestry.

"Meet me, Harry and Ron in the Hogs Head this Hogsmeade trip. We've got something to discuss with you" She breathed.

"What's happening?" George asked.

"We're fighting back." Hermione said, flashing them a smile before diving out of the tapestry.

That Hogsmeade weekend the twins and Lee headed to the Hogshead and soon found themselves scribbling down their names to join the umbridge revolution. Each group tapered off slowly. Seamus and Dean wondering to spend more time in Hogsmeade. Cho and her friends going god knows where. Lee left to meet Katie and soon enough the weasleys, Harry, Hermione and Neville where heading back to the castle together. Speaking of places to meet.

"It's sort of exciting isn't it, breaking the rules" Hermione said with a cheeky grin. Turning to look at the group. Fred clapped a hand on his twins shoulder, his other clutching at his chest.

"Girl after my own heart" Fred swooned.

"Get your own Granger" George scoffed.

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