You sighed and walked with Harry towards Umbridges office.

'Well... we're screwed.' You sighed.

'Yeah... you didn't have to stand up for me.' Harry spoke.

'I'm your friend. Of course I had to.'

Harry passed you a small smile. You stopped in front of the office and swallowed.

'I'll go first.' You spoke. 

'Are you sure?' He asked.

You nodded. You knocked on the door.

'Come in.' You heard a highly annoying voice speak.

You opened the door walked in. Her totally pink office was awful. The walls were pink, the floor was pink... on one wall besides the door were plates with moving cats on them. You looked at them and then back at Umbridge.

'Good evening miss Y/L.' She spoke. 'Sit.'

You closed the door and slowly walked forwards. You sat down and looked at the desk. E

'You're going to be doing some lines for me today.'

You opened your bag to grab your quill.

'No, not with your quill. You're going to use a rather special one mine.'

She got up and grabbed a quill. Umbridge placed the quill in front of you. You grabbed it and looked at the piece of paper.

'Now... I want you to write: I must not tell lies.'

You didn't tell any lies. Cedric didn't die because of some accident!

'How many times?' You just asked.

'Let's say as long as it takes for the message to sink in.'

'You haven't given me any ink.' You stated.

'Oh, you won't be needing any ink.'

You shrugged and started writing. You thought this was absolutely useless. I must not tell lies... why did she, and the ministry, not believe him?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a sharp pain in your other hand. You gasped and looked at your hand. It had red marks all over the top. Your fingers twitched and you saw letters form in your hand.

I must not t

Was carved in already. You looked at your paper. That was exactly what you had written... no way. You continued writing and the sharp pain came back and grew worse. When it was completely covered in your skin you dropped the quill and grabbed your painful hand. You looked at her.

'Yes?' She asked.

You could kill her. You really could. You could just smash her head into her desk or something. But all you did was nod.

'Good... then get out and sent mister Potter in.'

You got up and grabbed your bag. You left the office while looking at the floor. You didn't even look at Harry. It was late and almost everyone was at dinner. You looked at your hand that was starting to hurt more.

'Y/N, there you are.'

You looked up and saw Draco. You looked at him.

'Are you okay?' He asked. 

You walked over to him and hugged him. He hugged you back.

'What happened?'

You showed him your hand. He looked at it in shock and then at you.

'Did Umbridge do this to you?' He asked.

You nodded shortly. Draco pulled you back in his arms and hugged you.

'I'm fine Draco... the pain will go away... you better go, Harry can be here any minute.'

'Are you sure? Promise me that I'll see you soon.'

'You will.' You spoke with a small weak smile.

You gave him one last kiss and Draco ran off. You sighed and sat down against the wall. A few inured later your heard footsteps in the corridor. You looked up and saw Harry. He was holding his hand and walking slowly.

'Harry... are you alright?' You asked.

You got up and walked over to him. You grabbed his hand with yours.

'I must not tell lies... you too I see.' He sighed. 

'I believe you, Harry. I know they weren't lies.'

'I wish more people would believe that.' He sighed.

'Yeah... I get that.'

It was quiet for a while.

'So, dinner?' You asked.

He nodded and you walked with him towards the great hall. You opened the door and you immediatly smelled the delicious food. A smile crossed your face as you headed towards the Gryffindor table with Harry.

'There you guys are!' Hermione exclaimed when you sat down.

Ron immediatly grabbed your hand and looked at it. You tried to pull it back.

'I must not tell lies?' He asked. 'Did that bloody Umbridge do this?'

You pulled your hand back and nodded.

'Bloody hell. That woman is metal!'

'You have to tell Dumbledore.' Hermione spoke.

'No... I'm okay.'

'So am I.' Harry spoke.

You grabbed some food and started eating in the small time that was left. When you were done you walked up stairs with your friends. Harry seemed distant, a if he didn't want to talk to you.  You hurried over to him and started walking besides him.

'Are you sure that you're alright?' You asked.
 
'Yes, I'm perfect.' He spoke with a fake smile.

You sighed and decided not to ask. You arrived at the common room. You decided to do some studying before going to bed.

'Shall I join you?' Hermione asked.

'Your call girl.' You smiled while sitting down with your DADA book.

Hermione sat down besides you.

'It's horrible that we aren't learning spells! I can't believe that she's doing this to us.' Hermione sighed while looking through the book.

'I know. It's terrible. We need those spells more then ever with... you-know-who on the lose.'

'I was thinking the exact same thing... we have to do something about this.'

'We can't do anything. She has the Ministry and Hogwarts under her command!' You sighed.

'And if that isn't enough she starts doing unforgivable things... just look at your hand.' Hermione sighed.

You put the book away and sat back with a sigh.

'I want to do magic.' You whined.

'Same here.' Hermione sighed while putting her book on the table. 'It's so unfair. We have to do something about this.'

Ron and Harry came downstairs and sat down with the two of you.

'So, what were you talking about?' Harry asked.

'Umbridge...' Hermione sighed. 

'Or Umbitch.'

You, Harry and Hermione started laughing. Ron looked at you.

'I don't get it.'

'Bitch is a curse word in the muggle word. Umbridge, Umbitch... get it?' You asked.

'You're such a scatterbrain.' Hermione grinned. 

'We have to do something about the fact that we're aren't learning how to defend ourselves.' You spoke.

'True.' Harry and Ron spoke.

It was quiet for a moment. Hermione then looked at Harry.

'I mean... Harry could teach us...'

'What?! No way! You're insane Hermione.'

'That's not such a bad idea... you fought with you-know-who! A lot of people would love to learn for you!' You spoke

'No! I'm not doing it! We could get into serious trouble.'

'Mate.. maybe you should at least think about it.' Ron spoke.

Harry looked at all three of you and sighed.

'Alright... I'll consider it.'