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Umbridge's Plan Backfires

Damn her. Damn Umbridge. She will pay. She may expect the full and complete wrath of both me and George. George and I …whatever. Anyway, after yesterday, she cannot be forgiven. I swear it! But, first we had better get to the Great Hall and eat. Being mad is making me hungry.

I finally haul George up and force him to change and go down to breakfast. (Honestly! How can you be that tired after what happened?) There we meet up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. And Ginny. Even though I'm still fuming, I force a smile on my face and dig into the sausages. If Hermione knew, she would probably try to get us to apologize or something, so George and I hide our anger.

I'm about to ask Harry to pass the kippers but then I notice Harry seems a bit out of it. Being the kind-hearted person I am, I ask him what's wrong. He looks up at me and with a serious face asks, "Do you think you'll be done with the puking pastilles by 5:00 tonight? I'd like to puke all over Umbridge at about that time."

"Well mate," George answers, although he's smiling, "We're just a bit busy today. We've got a detention with Umbridge at 4:00 today and we don't even know when it ends."

Harry looks up at us with an incredulous look on his face. "Not you too! My detention with her starts at 5:00 today! That bloody hag." Harry slams his knife down through his eggs and starts cutting them rather forcefully.

"She's really getting on everyone's nerves." Says Hermione with a sympathetic look towards Harry. "It really is awful; I don't see how we'll be able to learn anything."

"Out of all the teachers we've had, including the ones who tried to kill us, she's the one who will probably teach us the least!" Ron declares. George and I glance at each other and realize he's probably right. That's really sad.

"Agh! Why do we have to have her first thing in the morning!" I add. I mean, it's like the whole day is ruined right after we eat!

We just sit there and eat for awhile thinking about what a problem Umbridge is going to be, when all too soon, it's time for class.

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We take our seats beside Lee. He tries to cheer us up by insulting Umbridge but it's not really working. He sighs and pulls out his book, knowing it's inevitable that we read today. This isn't working. We can't pass anything 'learning' like this. Although, that's never really concerned us before. But it's no fun when you're forced to not learn. Then, the door opens, revealing Umbridge.

The class goes totally silent. Umbridge strides slowly to the front of the class room. She slowly sits down in the chair and as though trying to drive us insane with her painstakingly slow movements, she shuffles her papers. Then she looks up at us.

"Good morning class!" She says in that fake, girly voice, never taking her eyes off us. "Good…morning…Professor…" the class answers back half-heartedly.

"Now, before we begin the lesson, I believe Mr. Weasley and his brother have an apology for the class today." 'Mr. Weasley and his brother.' I mock, thinking to myself. I would really like to drive something long and sharp through her head.

"Yes! Fellow students, may my brother and I have your attention for a moment? As our dear teacher Professor Umbridge said before, we owe you all an apology. First and foremost, I should like to apologize for interrupting the last class."

I look over at Umbridge. She's smiling to herself, probably pleased with the 'result'. Stupid toad. Like she can scare us into something like that.

"As it seems that in this class it is already hard enough to learn anything in from the dull books we are forced to read that ramble on and on about inconsistent topics. We apologize for taking away from the time you try to figure out exactly what the writer is talking about while still not mentioning how to cast the spell."

My turn. I stand up beside George. I may not be able to talk as fancy as George can, but I can say my piece.

"We would also like to apologize for stating earlier that we were in danger of being killed by Death Eaters and frightening you poor students for no reason." I smile down at them all and I can see a few suppressing laughter. "That is to say, as long as Dumbledore is our headmaster, you really have nothing to fear. I don't believe any of You-Know-Who's followers will stroll right up to the gate, asking for children to kill. I'm very sorry if I led you to believe such frightful visions." More people trying not to laugh, of course, Umbridge is not among them.

"Also, entertaining you with stories with what really happened and what will happen, while not being able to explain them in detail must be exasperating. We also apologize for that."

"And we apologize to everyone in this room, just because you're forced to come here." I finish. The Slytherines all look expectantly towards Umbridge, but she just sits there in shock. Except for that one girl. I've got to learn her name, That-Weird-Slytherin-Girl is too long. Everyone in Gryffindor is looking at us but not sure whether they should laugh, or feel sorry for us. We are, after all, going to pay hell for this. Though I must say it was worth it.

But when I look back over at Umbridge, I see she's standing there smiling too, but not the smile the other Gryffindors have. George and I stand there waiting for a while to see what she does. She's probably trying to think of something to do, but is trying to hide it behind her fake smile.

"Would you boys mind taking a seat? It's time we started class. I'm afraid your little silly games are inexcusable in my classroom, and although you will be punished, I can't have you taking up anymore of the students' time."

"Of course we will, Fred, after you." My brother says after Umbridge stops talking.

"Thank you, George." I say as I take my seat. We're really pushing our luck, but it was rather amusing if I may say so myself. Unfortunately, it's too quiet to do our 'random words and wand movements' game. Umbridge busies herself with some drawers and George and I smirk at each other. She's really trying not to blow up at us in front of the class. After an hour, class is over. Again, we sit there while all the lucky people leave, getting smirks from Slytherines and praise from Gryffindors. And That- Weird-Slytherin-Girl smiled at us. Odd.

"Now it appears we still have some misunderstandings, how can we fix this? I have all ready given you a detention you have yet to attend and you refuse to apologize. Hmm…" Umbridge starts after a while. "How do you think this can be changed?"

"Well, I personally don't think that anything is going to change for a while." George says without even looking up. "We have yet to lie, disturb this excuse of a class, since reading a book can't possibly count as a lesson, and since our detention isn't until 4:00 today we haven't missed any detentions."

Umbridge stares intently at us, as if willing George to look up, but then says, "Oh, I don't believe that is true, Mr. Weasley. You have lied multiple times in my class, today, you have disturbed my class, today, and as for detentions, we shall wait and see won't we?"

"Of course we shall graciously attend our detention, have no worries over that." I say casually. Umbridge stops talking for a minuet as if trying to figure out what to say that will actually affect us. She stands up, (though I think she was taller in the chair) and places her hands on the desk. Then she stands up right and looks directly at us while we refuse to acknowledge her presence.

"I will see you later at detention then. You may go for now." Umbridge finishes.

"Right, see you then." I say before leaving. George and I get up and walk out of the class room.

"Right, see you then?" George asks me when he closes the door.

"That's all I could think of ok?" I answer.

"Alright." He says. "Ok, let's see. We have, Charms next. Not bad, better than Potions anyway."

"Ok, let's go then and catch up with Lee." I say and we sprint off. We're almost late but make it just in time. We sit next to Lee and wait for Flitwick to start. This is really isn't turning out to be a good day, but it is loud enough to say random incantations. At least there's that.

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Four o'clock. Time for detention.

Once George and I arrive at Umbridge's room, we see she's standing at her desk, waiting for us. Honestly though, what kind of punishment could she give to us? It's not like we're easily fazed.

Umbridge finally breaks the silence. "Please you two, take a seat. By now, I'm sure you know what to do."

We take our seats, rather far from Umbridge, and await the horrible punishment she's been talking about.

"Unfortunately, I'm rather pressed for time today. Your ringleader, Mr. Potter, will be serving detention with me so I will have to send you to another teacher. I hear that your least favorite teacher is Professor Snape. I decided that you should spend your detention with him, so you can learn some respect from your teachers. Off with you now. Professor Snape has already been informed."

She has to be kidding? This is the horrible punishment she was talking about? Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. "Well, off we go then!" I say to George once I stand up. Once we're out of her class, we start laughing. Of course, if Snape's there, it will prove very hard to smuggle stuff out of his room but otherwise, we couldn't have done better ourselves!

Upon arriving to Snape's class room, we see him sulking in the corner, with a sour look on his face. He directs us to a desk with two wet rags and says we can't use magic to clean it up. Then he leaves the room. As if it couldn't get better, I look up and see the type of potion the class had been attempting to make. With the ingredients. "The Frog Throat Potion, a potion that, if swallowed, will cause the drinker's throat to swell and their voice become hoarse while small frogs jump up through the drinker's throat. This potion is the cause of the muggle expression, 'Frog in your throat'." George and I look at each other, our plan already near completion.

We spend the next two hours cleaning the class room, while gathering the ingredients from the floor and in desks. We found everything we need and memorized the instructions from the board. Snape hasn't come in once yet, and it's past 6:00. George and I make sure we've cleaned everything, and even find some old pixie wings we can use for our Puking Pastilles. Still Snape hasn't returned. We sit around for a while, then George finally speaks.

"Ok, we'll wait for 10 more minuets, then we're out of here. We've cleaned the whole class room, so Snape can't do anything to us if we leave early. It's not like he told us to wait until he returns."

"Indeed, I had not." Snape suddenly emerges out of the shadows, scaring both George and I more than we're willing to admit. "You may go, but if I see one little spill or stain or stray ingredient, you shall be very sorry."

I stand up and say, "Right, goodnight Professor." And follow George out. Well, we have everything we need, and I personally can't wait for tomorrow. And, believe it or not, Umbridge's class. We'll show every one just what a frog she is.

Oh my gosh! What do you think they'll do? (hahaha!) Yep, it's about time Umbridge gets it! If I get lots of reviews and C.C. I'll update faster! Unless of course, I get tons of "You suck, your story sucks, your grammar sucks, die." Or "I hate you, your story burns my eyes and I hope Yuki runs you over with his Mercedes while Shuichi beats you with his microphone and Ryuichi uses Kumagoro Beam on you…" (If you don't read the manga Gravitation, you won't understand that.) and stuff like that, I will go be emo and sit in a corner and hate myself. So, no Flames please! Fire's nice, but not when it's Flames!