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Fred and George Weasley were legends, to put it simply. Every corridor you turned down, their epic departure was being retold. Some would even say that they would even go as far as to pull a Weasley with how things were going. Emily and Alicia were enjoying the pranks that everyone decided to pull. Filch and the Inquisitorial had no idea what to do with themselves, not knowing which student to go after. Emily didn’t participate in the pranks themselves, but she did try to get out of every class she had with Umbridge.

“Professor?” Emily asked hoarsely, her cheeks flushed and her forehead sweaty. They had just started class and were supposed to be reading their books, but Emily wasn’t in the mood to sit around.

Umbridge immediately turned to her, narrowing her eyes into slits. “Yes, Miss Black?” Umbridge answered sweetly.

“I don’t feel too well… I think I need to see Madame Pomfrey,” Emily coughed.

“And what exactly is wrong with you?” Umbridge asked as her eyes narrowed even more.

“Well, that’s the thing, I looked it up this morning, trying to figure out what it was, and I came across this illness.” Emily smirked slightly as she continued. “Umbridge-itis, I think it was called,” Emily said with a grin.

“Detention again, Miss Black! Tonight!” she shrieked. Emily laughed lightly as the class around her chuckled.

Your father would be so proud, Alicia said in Emily’s head. Emily smirked before frowning momentarily.

You haven’t happened to glimpse anything new, have you? Emily asked. She heard Alicia’s silent “no” and sighed. Figured as much.

You know she’s not going easy on you tonight, Alicia whispered in her head.

I know, Emily grinned.

Emily met Draco at the Great Hall doors and he surveyed her tiny grin. “What happened?” he asked immediately with a roll of his eyes.

“Whatever do you mean, love?” she asked innocently. She kissed his cheek and then started for the door but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“What did you do?” he asked seriously.

She caressed his cheek with the back of her hand as she took in his worry. He sighed as he let his eyes slip shut. “I have detention tonight, but it’s no big deal. Everything’s fine,” Emily whispered.

“You have got to stop this, Ems. One day she’s going to snap and you’re not going to be here anymore,” he whispered seriously. She held his eyes as she smiled slightly.

“I promise everything will be fine, Drake,” she whispered. She kissed his lips tenderly before pulling away and leading him to the table, where Alicia and Jamie were already sitting.

As soon as they sat down, Umbridge was upon them, leering over them. Emily concentrated on her food, smiling largely.

“What do you think you are doing, Mr. Malfoy?” she sneered. Emily choked on her bread, clearly not expecting the foul woman to go after Draco.

“He’s eating, professor, what does it look like?” Emily said sarcastically. Draco stared at her wide-eyed, but she didn’t meet his gaze.

Umbridge narrowed her eyes at Emily as she continued eating, offering Draco some butter. “Yes, Miss Black, I can clearly see that. But he is doing it at the wrong table. Now, Mr. Malfoy, I suggest you make your way to your own table unless you’d like to join your girlfriend in detention,” Umbridge replied rudely before turning to leave.

Draco sighed and twisted to see Emily’s frown. “I told you not to do it,” he murmured as he kissed her cheek and left for his own table. Emily slumped over on the table, resting against her fist as she played with her mashed potatoes.

You’re giving her what she wants by looking miserable, Alicia warned.

“Fine,” Emily sighed as she straightened up and smiled. She caught Draco’s eye as he sat down near the end of the table, far away from Blaise and Pansy as they shot him glares.

“He looks lonely,” Emily said miserably with a fake smile as Draco ate his food with his eyes trained on his plate.

Jamie rolled his eyes and Alicia sighed. “I have no idea why he would look lonely. I mean his entire house thinks him a traitor and they hate his girlfriend is all. That’s no reason to be lonely,” Jamie said sarcastically. Emily glared at him while Alicia chuckled.

“Now I want to pull a Weasley,” she stated miserably.

“Suck it up; you have detention with Umbridge in ten minutes,” Alicia told her. Emily sighed as she downed her juice in one sip and then headed for the Slytherin table. Draco met her half way, immediately intertwining her fingers with his as he walked her to her personal hell.

“I think we’re going to have to skip the Great Hall and go straight to the kitchens if we want to eat together again,” Emily sighed.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Draco murmured. “Do me a favor,” he said suddenly. She nodded quickly as she gave him a curious smirk. “Don’t do anything to get further detentions.” She chuckled lightly before kissing his cheek. He flashed her his crooked grin as she leaned into his side. They finally made it to the dreaded classroom and Draco pulled her into a hug.

“Be good,” he reminded her.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered sarcastically. He kissed her forehead before she entered the room.


Emily plopped down on the sofa in the Common Room, rubbing the back of her hand. Hermione handed her the Murtlap Essence and she took it with a grateful smile.

“Between you and Harry,” she said, shaking her head.

“Thanks, ‘Mione,” Emily murmured as she soaked her hand in the liquid, wincing momentarily.

“Did you get detention again?” Jamie asked with a laugh. Emily sent him a look that made him laugh harder.

“No, I promised Draco that I wouldn’t get into any more trouble,” she replied coldly.

Jamie rolled his eyes. “Uh huh, like that will hold up,” he replied with a grin.

“Oh shut it, will you?”

“You’re coming to the game tomorrow, right?” Alicia asked from the armchair closest to the fire.

“Yep,” Emily replied with a nod.

Hagrid has a surprise, Alicia’s voice sounded in her head. Emily narrowed her eyes in confusion.

Care to elaborate?

You’ll see, she replied with a smile and Emily sighed.

TAAGGG!