Safe With Me ~ Fred Weasley

Detention

"Detention?" Fred's eyes were bright, a grin overtaking his face as he shook me by my shoulders. "Who are you?"

I rolled my eyes at his theatrics, flopping onto the bench between the twins before dinner would start.

"I think you must be a bad influence on her, Freddie." George smirked, checking off some lines on a worn looking piece of parchment. "Going to get her kicked from Prefect duty after two days!"

"Wouldn't that be a shame. What would you spend all your time on, then?" He looped his arm around my neck and pulled me in for a short kiss.

"I just hope she'll let us work on our homework, or let us off early... I'm so behind already, I don't know how."

"Fifth year's the worst, Cass." George finally looked up from his sheet, his eyes boring into mine seriously. "Mark my words. Maybe it's good you're blowing off a bit of steam, shouting at teachers."

"I've half a mind to write home to Mum," Fred shook his head, as if deeply disappointed. "She should know the sort of girl we've taken into our home."

"Fred!" I finally laughed, half out of amusement and half exhaustion. Everyone knew fifth year was difficult, but I had severely underestimated the workload, especially given that it was only the third day of class. Between my friends, my boyfriend, Prefect duties, classes and homework, I didn't have time for any more detention.

After we had all eaten, Harry and I both checking our watches every few minutes, the two of us stood from our spots and waved goodbyes to our friends, Fred shooting me an amused wink as we started back to Umbridge's classroom.

"I have so much homework." I said, hoping to strike up a conversation before our hours of silence ahead. Harry had seemed, even from afar, agitated since our return to school, and I doubted the heavy workload on top of this detention wasn't helping.

"Tell me about it." He grumbled back. "I'm sorry about this, you shouldn't have detention."

"Neither should you." I frowned, glancing at him. "I... Have people been okay? Since-"

"Not in the slightest." He bit back before hearing the end of my question.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I know it doesn't seem like it, but you've got people on your side. Everyone else will see, we just have to hope it's not too late..." I trailed off as we turned towards the familiar doorway into the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.

"I'd give anything to be headed here for Dementor lessons with Lupin again." He muttered, pausing and checking his watch again.

"Anything." I agreed, looking towards him, waiting for him to take the lead and head through first.

He pushed the door open with no hesitation, a low creaking echoed through the empty classroom, the only light wafting out from Umbridge's office up a short flight of steps. I followed Harry closely through the dim room and climbed the steps quickly, my heart beating so loud in my chest I was sure she could hear it from here. I had never had detention before, I didn't even know what to expect, much less from someone who had half the school terrified.

Harry raised his hand to knock twice on the office door, waiting for her call to enter before leading us inside. I lingered behind him, taking a single step to the side so she knew I was there. Harry, however, did not appear nervous in the slightest, although I doubted this was his first detention.

"Ah, welcome you two. Have a seat please." She gestured to a small table where two chairs had been pulled up neatly, two long pieces of parchment laying before either spot. "You're going to be writing lines for me today."