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Her eyes had trailed to both of Harry's hands. [b "They both look bad.. you should have gone and gotten taken care of. I would have found you eventually."] Her words were soft as she spoke them. [b "And you are a bit..but one of the many things that make you so very you.."] The girl had not meant the words to be spoken but they had been.
When he gently began to wipe the oozing liquid from her hand and the deeply cut words, Hermione couldn't help nearly flinching back. She had to bite her lip to not let out any whines or whimpers either. [b "Don't worry about me.. I knew what I was getting into and should have known to keep my mouth shut.. But just the words she says and the way she says it.. It really gets under my skin as I know it does for you too.."] Again her words were spoken before she could fully think them out and pick which to put under filter and which to let slip out.
As soon as Harry picked up his own bag, Hermione shifted hers to her other shoulder and looked once more at his hands and her own. This time she would probably need something more than the slave. [b "You're right..best be getting to Madam Pomfrey and then I've got to meet Malfoy.."] She said with a roll of her eyes as the two began towards the hospital wing.
[i "What happned to the pair of you?"] Madam Pomfrey gave both Harry and Hermione a pointed look when the two came in and her eyes were drawn to their hands. The woman was quick to mend Harry's broken knuckle and to start cleaning both their cuts. She was waiting for one of the two teens to speak and explain it to her.
Harry's head snapped up at the sound of footsteps. Hurrying to his feet, he felt a wave of relief when he saw it was her. [b "I wasn't about to leave you to go by yourself,"] he scoffed at the idea.
Feeling her take his hand, the pain of what he'd done came back. Now both hands felt like hell. [b "You know me,"] he spoke quietly. [b "Always a hot head,"] he tried to brush it off.
He took the opportunity to exam her own hand, raw and oozing blood from the deep wounds. [b "She did a number on you tonight,"] his tone was low and sad, reaching in his pocket to grab the handkerchief he'd stored, knowing what they would be dealing with.
As delicately as he could, he placed the cloth on top of the bleeding words, trying to soak up some of the dripping liquid. [b "I'm sorry I wasn't in there with you,"] he couldn't quite meet her eye.
With the pain in both of his hands, and her own wound needing tending to, Harry reached down to grab his bag. [b "We'd better get to Madam Pomfrey. You might need a bit more than just salve for that."]
As soon as she heard Harry start to speak, more like argue with the woman her eyes snapped up. She was about to try and stop him and tell the boy she had gotten herself into it. But Umbridge had already engaged Harry and he was no longer going to take it. And that was when the woman fell silent and looked between the two of them. It was the look that visibly had Hermione flinch as a gleam filled the woman's eyes. The pink devil then proceeded to tell the pair that she would punish them separately because she did not want them to feed off the other.
Brown eyes locked with green when the boy looked at desparetly. The look was one that said she would be fine and find him after. She did not want him to get into anymore trouble. Especially not because of her.
[i "If you want to make your rounds you best get started. Or rather start your lines again. There isn't much time left and the clock is ticking, Miss Granger."] The woman said as her cool look came back to the girl.
Hermione gave the woman a cool look of her own. It was VERY tempting to open her mouth again. But she had gotten the hint that if she did Harry would be suffering in the morning. So she snapped her eyes back to the parchment and wrote the lines. She was again thinking on how to do the Defense class they had in mind and the futures she and Harry had talked about. She NEEDED to distract her mind because the sheering pain in her hand was starting to really get to her.
About half an hour later, the girl packed her bag and turned the lines into the crazy devil woman. She could no longer feel her hand and had her sleeve wrapped around it. As soon as she could, the bushy haired brunette left the class room and began to roam the hall. But it had not taken long for her to turn the corner that Harry was waiting around. [b "Harry? I thought you would have gone to Madame Pomfrey to get your hand..."] Before she finished, the girl saw the swelling of his knuckles and slowly lifted his hand. [b "What did you do?"] She asked, brown eyes looking up at him as she bit on her lip.
Harry's teeth ground together as he listened to the exchange. Umbridge seemed the thrive on getting responses from them, eager to dish out more punishment. The woman was certifiably insane. [b "We may be children, but we have more experience fighting the dark arts than you could possibly imagine, sitting behind your cozy desk at the Ministry,"] Harry spat out, infuriated that she was making Hermione suffer for speaking the truth.
The piercing eyes turned on him. [i "I suggest, boy, that you think twice before questioning the Ministry's resolve to fight enemies of our world. We fight real threats, not fairy tales made up by fame-seeking little boys and girls who delve into threats of the past in hopes to get another article in the newspapers."]
[b "I suppose Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord then,"] he argued.
[i "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragedy, but could easily have been caused by an underlying medical issue that he was not aware of. The stress of the Tournament could have put too much strain on his body, and he succumbed to it. There is absolutely no evidence whatsoever that the Dark Lord returned and murdered the boy,"] she clicked her tongue as if to say the argument was over.
[b "There's plenty of evidence if you got off your high horse to see it,"] he growled.
Umbridge went silent and gave a slight tilt of her head. [i "You know something, I think the two of you feed off of each other. I think the only solution is to punish you separately. That way, I'll have none of this talking back to defend each other. Miss Granger, you are to remain here to finish your lines. Mr Potter, you are dismissed, and I will see you first thing in the morning to discuss your next punishment. I'm not sure the lines are working to silence your lies."]
[b "I'm not leaving Herm-"] he began, only to be silenced with a wave of Umbridge's wand.
She'd actually used a spell on a student, he thought, trying to force words and only finding silence. [i "I said, you are dismissed Mr Potter,"] she repeated looking all too pleased with herself. [i "Any more attempts to fight with me will only result in Miss Granger writing additional lines. I don't think you want to add to that."]
Harry looked desperately at Hermione. He didn't want to leave her here, but he also didn't want to be the cause of more pain for her. In a fury, he gathered his bag and stormed towards the door into the hallway. He strode just around the corner before dropping his bag. He turned and punched the wall without thinking, feeling a knuckle break. [b "Fuck!"] he snapped, his voice having returned after leaving the room.
He may not have been permitted to stay with Hermione, but he was going to be damned if he didn't wait right there for her to be finished.
Snape was harsh but even he was not this harsh. The man was constantly saying all sorts of things to Harry to make him feel like nothing. And to her, Snape was always reminding her what an "insufferable know-it-all" she was. But even the man though as cold as he was seemed to understand the things that they did. Or he did after though she was sure he still hated them for their freeing of Sirius from the Astronomy Tower two years ago.
[b "But I'm also sure that in seeing those reports that things could have gone a lot worse... Second year for example.. Had Harry and Ron not gone into the Chamber Ginny would be d--"] But before the girl could finish, Unbridge's gaze shot to her. And it was one of hate. Clearly Hermione had gotten under the woman's skin with her retort even if she had only been stating a well known fact.
[i "Regardless you and the other two acted insubordinately. You did as you saw fit and put yourselves into a place to be idolized. And since again you spoke out of turn and dared to disregard me you can write a hundred and fifty more lines. I will make the message sink in. You. Are. Just. Children."] It was obvioius the woman was starting to more than lose her patience.
Brown eyes stared at the pink devil cooly. She had spoken and she knew she should not have. With a quick apologetic glance over to Harry, Hermione again picked up the "special" quill. Her hand was more than tender and quite easily began to bleed with the new set of lines. But this time she did not whimper or flinch. After what the woman said to both her and Harry, the girl would not give the satisfaction. Though that did not stop her from wishing their detention would end soon.
Harry could hardly imagine what other torturous punishments she could come up with that would still be legal. Then again, he was entirely convinced that the current method of writing lines into their skin wasn't exactly listed under 'acceptable school punishments'. He bit his lip to keep from replying sarcastically.
Umbridge, however, seemed eager to poke at them to get a reaction. [i "If you ask me, your little trio - or is it just a duo now - has gotten away with far too much at Hogwarts. I've read previous reports of insubordination, and blatantly ignoring authority figures to do what you think is best."]
She came to a stop in front of their desks. [i "But you see, students, you are not experienced enough in adult matters to handle things as you see fit. You are nothing more than children who want to play make-belief. It's probably why you are so desperate for attention. If you play hero to a fake threat, then you have everyone hanging on your every word. I'm here to put a stop to that. By spreading false information, you are putting yourself in an idolized role to glorify yourselves."]
Her smug smile returned. [i "As such, I will keep you in detention as long as it takes to drive home the message that you are no one, and your disobedience will no longer be tolerated."]
Harry stared back defiantly, ignoring the throbbing in his hand. He'd had five years of Snape making similar comments in hopes to get a rise out of him. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut for another seventy-five lines. Let her look for an edge. He wasn't going to break under her pressure.
A faint smile graced Hermione's lips as she caught Harry's last glance her way. The girl knew what it was telling her and honestly she didn't plan on it. She and Harry had both been through worse but having an invisible knife cutting into your skin again and again in the same place and fashion did hurt. It almost had her sick. If it was not for Harry and him being there with her, Hermione might have broken as she began to write 'I will not question what I am being taught'. And because her hand was still tender from the last round it was like pouring salt into a healing wound.
Her gaze came up, daggers being shot at the pink devil who had a smile on her face and was beginning to hum. The Gryffindor prefect refused to let her tears fall or to even whimper as she so wanted to. Instead, the girl's eyes fell back to the parchment before her as she continued to write. The only way to get through this was thinking on ANYTHING but the sheering pain of her hand that was beginning to bleed.
It was when she had ten or so lines done did the girl set down her quill and wipe the back of her hand against her robe. Brown eyes found their way to meet green for a moment, telling him 'I'm fine...worry about you..' before she picked the quill up again and began to write yet again.
[i "I do hope the two of you are learning your lessont and that the message is sinking in."] The woman said when the two teens finally gave her the pieces of parchment. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes. [i "If this doesn't work I may have to find something else."]
Harry gave Hermione one last glance and brushed his hand along her back as he moved behind her to his own desk. [i Don't let her have satisfaction], it said. They'd both experienced physical pain on a worse scale, but feeling their flesh being dug into by an invisible knife was nauseating after the first five minutes. It felt rather similar to his scar burning.
[b "What will we be writing today, Professor?"] Harry kept his tone neutral.
Umbridge pretended to think, tapping a finger against her chin. [i "You know, I don't quite feel that you two got the message last time. As far as I can tell, you're going to need another hundred lines of the same message to let it sink in properly. Get started."]
Her smile was wicked, and one that he could only compare to the slimy grin of Peter Pettigrew. Both convinced that they cannot be touched by the morals of decent society. Harry maintained eye contact with her as he wrote 'I must not tell lies' across the first line. It stung terribly, but he forced himself to keep from flinching.
It was almost necessary to push his thoughts as far from the situation as possible. So, he thought of the future plans he'd spoken about with Hermione. Being far away from psychotic individuals hell-bent on ruining their lives in any manner possible. As much as he loved the magical world, the idea of settling in a muggle life was just as appealing; especially if he managed to survive the coming war against Voldemort.
He glanced to his best friend, hoping that she was holding up alright under the barbaric punishment.
As nice as the idea of having Dobby bring something to them later was, Hermione almost was sure that neither she not Harry would really feel like eating. After the last detention, neither of them had been in great spirits and their hands had hurt badly. Of this was anything like the last one, the girl was sure it would be much the same thing. Though she was not going to voice her thoughts as she knew that Harry was trying to make lighter of the situation they had found themselves in.
[b "We can always see how we feel after. I know that devil woman will have me join Malfoy as soon as we're done. The first watch is on us and until midnight..And IF it is her lines again...remember what both Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall had said...tell them immediately."] She reminded the boy as her motherly instincts seemed to be kicking in and she shifted her bag from one shoulder to the other.
[i "Oh there the two of you are. I had thought you would try and get out of your detentions. The quills and your parchments are waiting for you."] Professor Umbridge said as both Harry and Hermione came in. Her smile never faltered as she motioned the two teens to the desks in front of her.
[b "What a good little puppet you are, Draco,"] Harry sneered. [b "Always doing exactly what you're ordered to. I wonder if your dad taught you that, since he does whatever Voldemort tells him to do."]
Malfoy's fist clenched. [i "I'd watch your mouth, Potter,"] he spat in return. [i "You're public enemy number one around here these days. Won't take much more to push you off that golden throne everyone has placed you on."]
He stormed back off in the direction he'd come from with his robes billowing behind him like a movie villain. He'd certainly gotten the dramatic flair from the senior Malfoy, all bleached blonde hair and brooding.
[b "So much for getting a hot meal before our torture session,"] he tried to make light of their schedule interruption. [b "I can get Dobby to deliver something to us in the common room later tonight, so we don't go to bed hungry."]
Their footsteps echoed in the stone hallways until they reached the classroom that had quickly become the most hated room in the castle for them. [b "Alright, we can do this. Just put a smile on our faces, and get through the next hour. We still have more salve if we have to write lines again."]
[b "Well that's why we probably didn't realize it.. Neville is one of the quietest of the house and tends to go under the radar. It's no wonder he said it would be better to have him help us find a place. So yes Harry I do think that he did outdmart us on this one."] The girl said with a faint smile. Even the Gryffindor prefect could admit to being impressed with the usually shy boy.
A sigh slipped her lips when a familiar platinum blonde came up to them with his usual lazy smirk. "Professor Umbridge told me to give this to the pair of you. She's decided to move up ypur detentions to before dinner." Malfoy said with a smirk as he gave both Gryffindors the parchments he held. It was only too clear he was enjoying this.
Hermione rolled her eyes and snatched the parchment from Malfoy's hand. [b "You can go, Malfoy. We're percectly capable of finding our way to her office. Dun't need a babysitter as you so often seem to."] She muttered, gripping Harry's arm and pulling the boy with her before the "Slytherin Prince" could come back at them and start something.
[b "Sorry...just..."] The girl sighed and shook her head, leaning against the wall when they were far enough away. Still everything, ESPECIALLY Umbridge was weighing on her.
[b "I think we now hold the record for most times two Gryffindor students have served detentions within the first week of school,"] Harry tried to make light of the situation.
[i "Do you think it'll be as bad as last time?"] Neville asked, catching sight of the backs of their hands, where the words still flashed boldly against their skin.
Unfortunately, it was almost guaranteed to be even worse than before. Harry and Hermione both have consistently pissed off the new professor every time they've encountered her so far. She seemed to be the only teacher to actually have it out for the Gryffindor House, aside from Snape. It even made Harry miss the insanity that was fake Mad-Eye Moody teaching them Unforgivable Curses.
[b "I'd honestly be surprised if it was anything less than digging our own graves,"] Harry answered, gathering his books to put back in his bag.
[i "You can try using your map to find somewhere for us all to practice,"] Neville spoke quietly on their way out of the classroom.
Harry froze. [b "What map?"] How the hell did Neville know about the Maurader's Map?
The boy in question raised a sarcastic eyebrow. [i "I'm not dense, Harry, and you're certainly not as stealthy as you think you are. You should be more quiet when telling the other two your plans."]
With that, Harry was left standing in the corridor with Hermione. [b "Did we just get outsmarted by Neville Longbottom? The kid who forgot his robes for the first month of school in first year?"]
Half the class voiced their displeasure at having the quiz, which was normal as she was sure many had decided they wanted to ENJOY the summer and not have to worry about school until they had to. She of course had stayed on top of the reading. One reason was she honestly found it fascinating and relaxing. The other reason she had done it was to keep oit of arguments with Ron and to keep herself busy while they had been cooped up in Grimmauld Place. However that did not stop her feeling bad for her two best friends who both looked miserable. She did wish that she would have gotten the chance to go over some of ot with them and slumped in her chair. Instead of helping Ron and Harry with classes she had gotten them into this new project and she felt guilty for it.
The questions were EXACTLY wht the reading had been and also the lecture they had just gone over. So it really was not hard for her. Brown eyes went to Neville who seemed fairly confident this time and then to Harry who seemed as if he was just putting things down just to get some points. Under the desk she had her wand out and had been muttering spells that did change some of both Harry's and Ron's answers to beinflg correct. Only did she stop JUST before Binns came to their section and signed her own name to her quiz. God she prayed neither of the boys found out what she had done. Or their professors for that matter. But she HAD to help them.
Hermione leanes her head on her hand and rolled her eyes. [b "You know more than first years do so that would be hardly fair. Besides..."] But she cut herself off. [b "I found it rather easy...most of what we went over last lecture and our reading."] She said instead of what she had been about to say. One look from Neville and she knew the timid boy knew what she had done. She gave him a sharp look and shake of her head.
[b "I'm still dreading after dinner.."] The girl said and then put her head on the desk, hiding. She and Harry still had the pink devil to face for "smarting off" in class. She hated the woman.
Harry inwardly groaned, barely containing his disappointment. He was awful at tests he studied for, let alone surprise quizzes on textbook chapters he hadn't bothered to read over the summer in preparation for classes. [b "I could use the invisibility cloak right about now,"] he muttered.
[i "I'm sure you'll do your readings next time, Harry,"] Neville teased, patting him on the shoulder.
[b "Can I cause a minor explosion and escape while they're distracted?"] he looked to Hermione with a playful pout.
[i "Now, quills at the ready, and silence please,"] Professor Binns began.
As expected, Harry stared at his parchment with a glazed over gaze. The questions were probably straight-forward for students like Hermione, who came prepared to every class without exception. Others, like Ron and himself, were floundering under their teacher's dull droning.
Even Neville seemed to have a decent idea about the correct answers, scrawling answers diligently. Harry found himself wishing the Chamber of Secrets would suddenly open a new doorway beneath him to swallow him whole. He'd rather sit with the Basilisk corpse instead of take the quiz.
He wrote random answers that sounded like they could be mildly correct. As the quiz wrapped up, he signed his name at the bottom and passed it along to the edge of the row for Binns to collect. [b "Well, that just made me feel like I should be back in first year,"] he let his head fall back in faux shame. [b "How did you do, Madam Prefect?"] he lolled his head to the side to look at her.
Hermione's eyes also had glanced to Ton as she and Harry had passed the boy. There had been the quickest of nods but it could have been mistaken for him trying to get hair out of his face or something. It seemed that their friend was just as desparate to keep up the appearances as they were to make sure that they had the upperhand for at least a little longer.
Her notebook was out and so was her History of Magic book. The girl couldn't help a faint smirk as the heard the words between Neville and Harry. Both of them were right
Professor Binns was the only ghost teacher at Hogwarts, yet the man was so horribly boting. That monotone made the class hard for even her to bear. Though she still did a better job at paying attention than half their class did.
[b "The only way I do pay attention is I've already read it. I don't trust him not to say a few extra things that he may put on a quiz or an exam."] She admitted as she gave both boys a faint smile.
It was after her words did their professor stop to look at them. [i "Since I am sure over half the lot of you were tuning me out we will be having a quiz. Parchment and quills out. You will have ten minutes to answer the questions I ask you."]
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