(A/N: Part of this chapter is based on the dialogue from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter 29, pages 674-675.)

(Continuing from last chapter)

Neville and Hermione walked down the Grand Staircase. "Harry will be glad to find out that he doesn't have detention anymore," chuckled the former as they reached the Entrance Hall.

Hermione grinned. "Yes. The punishment that she gives in detention is terrible. Harry told me that she gives you a pen, but no ink. When you write words on a paper, words are carved painfully into your skin, and the ink is blood."

"Damn! I'd be glad if I didn't have detention by her too," Neville shuddered, wincing.

Just as they were about to enter the Great Hall, they found Harry and Ron talking to Fred and George. They looked around as Hermione and Neville joined them.

"Harry, you don't have detention anymore!" announced Hermione.

Taken aback, Harry inquired, "Why?"

Hermione and Neville explained what happened after Professor Thomas took them upstairs. When they were finished, Harry, Ron and the twins exploded with laughter.

"Wow! Who would have thought that Professor Thomas would do that for you or us?" Ron sniggered.

"Yeah. I'll have to thank her for that. She really saved my neck," Harry whooshed in relief.

Fred beckoned Hermione and Neville into their huddle.

"As I was saying to them before you two came here, we have a plan to ruin Umbridge's regime here. We can't let her be our Headmistress, and we owe it to Dumbledore to stop her," he stated emphatically, pounding his fist on his hand.

Ron looked anxious. "You're not going to cause trouble, are you?" he queried.

"Umbridge deserves trouble. Besides, we don't care if we get in trouble anymore. So, stage one is about to be pulled off. It would be best if you go in the Great Hall. You don't want to look as if you had anything to do with what's going to happen," warned George. Then he and Fred turned and left.

Hermione gazed at the others. "He's right. It would be suspicious if we just hang around," she pointed out.

Then, Filch came up to them and told Harry that Umbridge wanted to see him in her office. Looking worried, Harry followed him. Neville, Hermione, and Ron walked into the Great Hall.

They sat down at the Gryffindor table and tried to eat, but none of them had a very good appetite. They kept shooting furtive glances towards the doors. There were halfway through their meal when they heard a BOOM several floors above them.

Neville and Hermione ran out of the Great Hall along with many other students and bolted up the stairs.

When they got to the fourth floor, they saw that the corridor was thick with fireworks.

There were dragons, cartwheels, and rockets. There was even a firecracker that wrote swearwords in the air.

As they watched, Umbridge and Filch appeared in the hallway.

"We have to stop them," the former yelled shrilly. "Stupefy!"

Instead of dying out, the rocket that she pointed at exploded. She tried Vanishing them, but every time she did, they multiplied by ten.

"Don't use magic on them Filch!" cried Umbridge.

"Yes, ma'am!" shouted Filch. He grabbed a broom and tried to smother the fireworks, but it caught on fire.

Neville and Hermione roared with laughter as Filch swung the broom to put out the blaze.

"This is excellent!" Neville cheered.

"Yes! I hope that Umbridge enjoys her first day as Headmistress," Hermione beamed.

Before Neville and Hermione could enjoy the scene much longer, the bell managed to make itself heard. With a sigh, they went off to their next class.

Throughout the day, the fireworks zipped all around the castle, causing plenty of disruptions. The professors tolerated them fairly well, but the students found them very distracting.

"Oh, man," Professor Thomas groaned as a rocket whizzed into her classroom. The students hid under the desks to escape the sparks. "Someone get Umbridge so that this firecracker can get out of here!"

A student ran out of the room gratefully. Minutes later, he and a disheveled Umbridge came back.

It took ten long minutes to get rid of the rocket, for it was difficult to lure out of the room.

"Thanks, Dolores," Professor Thomas declared, sarcasm underlying her relieved voice. "I will call on you again if I have need of your help."

Recognizing her tone, Umbridge glared at Professor Thomas before leaving the room.

Sometime later, the bell rang. As the students filed out of the classroom, Hermione and Neville heard Professor Thomas mutter, "I really have to thank Fred and George for this. I'm tired of Umbridge walking around likes she really owns this school.

Neville and Hermione chortled and went to Herbology.

(Later)

At dinner that evening, Neville turned to Hermione while they were eating. "Tomorrow's Saturday, you know. You want to spend some time together?"

"Sure, but where will we hang out at?" questioned Hermione.

"I was just thinking of that," whispered Neville. "And I believe that if we plan everything carefully, we can sneak into the Room of Requirement."

Hermione scowled a little. "The Room of Requirement? But what if we got caught? We'll get in so much trouble!"

Neville ran the back of his hand along Hermione's cheek. "Relax, sweetheart. I already have an idea. Remember the Disillusionment Charm I used the other day?"

Hermione nodded.

"We can use it to get inside the room. We just have to make sure that no one sees the door appear."

"That should be easy. Almost everyone goes outside on Saturdays, unless it's cold and rainy," remarked Hermione.

"Well, let's hope that tomorrow is warm and sunny then."

(Next day)

Neville and Hermione's hopes were fulfilled. Saturday morning dawned as warm and sunny as it was possible to be. Most of the students planned to spend their day on the grounds.

"This is good," murmured Neville. "It won't be hard to sneak into the Room of Requirement."

After breakfast, the both of them went to an empty unused classroom, and Neville put the Disillusionment Charm on the both of them.

"I can't believe you mastered that spell," Hermione stated in admiration. "It's a really tricky one."

Hermione heard Neville chuckle. "It is. You don't know how long it took me to make it work after learning of it."

Then, as carefully as they could, they snuck out of the classroom and slowly climbed the staircase to the seventh floor. Whenever a student walked in their direction, they would quickly move aside so they wouldn't be bumped into.

Once they reached the seventh floor corridor, Neville and Hermione stood outside the blank stretch of wall and checked to see if anyone was nearby. The coast was clear, so Neville paced before the wall three times.

The door appeared, and they quickly rushed into the room lest someone came. Neville removed the Disillusionment Charms from both of them and they sighed with relief. They had practically held their breaths the whole journey up to the room.

"Whew," Hermione said. "I'm glad that we didn't get caught."

"Yeah," coincided Neville. "How do you like the room? I changed it somewhat." He grinned crookedly and gestured around the room.

Hermione turned. There was the queen-sized bed, fireplace, and sensual mood music. However, the walls were lined with shelves. Some of them contained books and magazines. Others were filled with toys like dildos, vibrators, gags, handcuffs, ropes and paddles.

"Wow, Neville. I had no idea that you were this freaky," Hermione claimed in surprise.

Neville snorted. "Well, now you do, sweetheart."

Hermione chuckled as she looked at the book ad magazine titles. As she browsed through a Penthouse magazine, she inquired in feigned disinterest, "So, what are you going to use on me first?"

"Well...first I'm going to cuff you to the bed, and then I'll suck your pussy," proclaimed Neville, standing behind her.

Eyes widening, Hermione's head shot up. "Neville!" she shrieked.

"Yes?" Neville responded coyly.

"Nothing."

Smiling, Neville gently pulled her to the bed. "Take off your clothes and lay down."

Hermione did as she was told.

"Damn, you have a fabulous body," he breathed, gazing at her plump breasts, shaved crotch, and thick thighs and hips. He touched them for a moment. "Stay right here."

Neville walked over to a shelf and grabbed a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. Then he went back to the bed and cuffed Hermione's wrists to it. After that, he put his face between her legs. "Ready?" he queried.

"Yes," replied Hermione.

Neville put his lips on her pussy and licked her clit.

Hermione began to moan passionately. She had never experience this kind of pleasure. It felt too good to be stuck to the bed as this was happening to her. She squirmed, especially when Neville stuck her tongue into her opening, but Neville held her in place.

"Neville," she gasped, breathing heavily. "I'm so close."

"Oh really? I'll help you reach it then," murmured Neville before he started again.

This time, he nibbled her clit while working a finger inside her soaking hole, causing Hermione to let out a breathless scream. Pleased with her reaction, he inserted two fingers.

"FUCK!" yelled Hermione, her back arching. Neville took his fingers out and placed his mouth on her pussy to suck out her flowing juices.

As Hermione took deep breaths to recover, Neville said, "You taste good, baby. Just like ambrosia."

Hermione giggled. "Thanks. Well, it's your turn now," she remarked.

"Okay," beamed Neville. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see in a minute."

"Just give me a hint."

"I would, Sugar Quill, but then you would have figured it out."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes."

"Come on...please?"

"You look cute when you beg, you know. But it won't work."

Neville mock sighed in defeat as Hermione sat up, rubbing her wrists. A minute later, she stood.

"Now...take off your clothes too, and sit back down," she ordered.

Getting up, Neville took off his shirt, trousers, and underwear. When he was done, he perched on the edge of the bed.

Hermione gaped at his manhood in awe. She never realized that it was long and thick. Of course, it would explain why part of her first time was painful. When she looked over the rest of his body, she noticed that his fat was replaced by toned muscle.

"Wow, Neville. Your body is wonderful," she whispered.

Hermione knelt down and put Neville's hard manhood into her mouth, sucking it slowly. Gasping in pleasure, Neville seized a handful of her hair.

I can't believe how good this feels, he thought as Hermione went faster. A moan escaped his lips as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

For fifteen minutes, Hermione kept on. Sometimes she went fast, and sometimes she went slow. At other times, Hermione twirled his manhood around her mouth and tongue, taking Neville to heights of pleasure that he never reached before. After a while, Hermione stopped and sat down next to him.

"Did you like that, my love?" she inquired coquettishly.

"Yes, baby." Neville responded "Lay down again."

Hermione did, and Neville slid inside her and wrapped his arms around her.

This time, there was no pain at all. Hermione's toes curled as Neville fucked her roughed and deeper than last time. She grabbed his hair.

"Go faster! Please!" she hollered in desperation.

"As you wish, my love," murmured Neville, speeding up until the bed rocked.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Don't stop!"

"Wouldn't dream of it, babe."

Neville kissed her, his tongue engaging in a fierce battle with hers.

Minutes later, Hermione bellowed as she came again. Then she slumped under Neville limply.

"Let's take a break for a bit. Then you can do me," whooshed Neville.

For five minutes, Hermione and Neville caught their breath, wiping the sweat from their brows.

When their respiration was normal, they switched positions.

"Damn, you're huge. I'm surprised that you can fit inside me," exclaimed Hermione before putting Neville's manhood inside her.

"Goodness gracious, that feels great," groaned Neville as Hermione worked him slowly.

Hermione smirked. "I bet it does," she remarked, gradually getting used to the position.

It only took several minutes. The next thing Neville knew, Hermione was bouncing on him faster, making him bite his lips. "Keep going, my love," he moaned.

Hermione did, going quicker and rougher.

"Yes," breathed Neville, closing his eyes. "Yeah...oh, yeah. Oh! I'm about to c-come!"

Hermione jumped off of him hurriedly. A second later, he came, groaning loudly and gasping. When he was finished, Hermione cleaned him off and embraced him.

"That was good," she said breathlessly.

Neville grinned. "It was," he concurred, hugging her back.

Some time later, they both got dressed and went outside. No one caught them.

(Two days later)

Monday morning, while Hermione and Neville were about to go downstairs, a new bulletin was place on the wall. The former went to read it.

"Hey, Neville. There's this new notice about career advice. We have to have a meeting with a professor to discuss our career interests," Hermione declared, joining him again.

"So what would you like to do?" asked Hermione.

Neville looked at her with a smile. "You should know the answer to that one," he stated.

Hermione chuckled. "Of course. I meant other than a herbologist."

Thinking about it, Neville said,"Well, maybe I would like to be an Auror. What would you like to do?"

"Hmm...that's a tough one."

"What about a Healer?"

"...No. I was thinking along the lines of equal rights and treatment for all species, including house-elves and goblins. Or maybe I can go into law."

"Go for it. You have the skills and the brains. Besides, we need cuter women in that field, not old, ugly spinsters."

"Neville! Don't be so mean!"

Neville grinned as Hermione playfully slapped his arm. "I was only kidding. You know that," the former claimed.

Hermione nodded. "Oh! You have a meeting with Professor McGonagall at 11:00am tomorrow. I have mine on Wednesday at 3:00pm."

"Okay," Neville said.

They went to the Great Hall for breakfast, where they found pamphlets on the table that described jobs and careers. Neville was quickly immersed in a Herbologist pamphlet, while Hermione looked through several others.

"Morning Hermione, Neville," Harry greeted as he and Ron sat down at the table. They also picked up a few pamphlets. However, Harry was really only interested in one; and Auror pamphlet.

"I have to get an O in Potions. There's no way I can do that!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yes, you can, if you work hard," Hermione mumbled vaguely.

Ron glanced at Neville. "At least he won't have a problem getting an O in the subject he's looking at," he observed.

"Shut it," Neville joked, yawning a little.

Everyone laughed.

"Hey, Harry," a voice called, interrupting them.

They turned to see Fred and George walking over to Harry.

"We found a way for you to talk to Sirius," murmured George conspiratorially.

"What? Why do you want to talk to him?" demanded Hermione.

Harry turned to her. "I need to ask him something important," he replied. He gazed at the twins. "So, how are you going to help?"

"We're going to cause another diversion, one that will take her far away from her office. Her room's the only room you can use the Floo Network. You'll be able to talk to Sirius for at least ten minutes," confided Fred.

"Thanks," Harry whispered.

"No! Don't do it, Harry! If you get caught, you'll be expelled!" Hermione hissed.

"I'll risk it," Harry remarked.

Hermione would have argued with him some more, but Neville stopped her. "Leave him alone. He can make his own decisions. Come on, let's go to class," he suggested.

Sulking, Hermione stood up and walked to Potions with Neville.

She remained that way for the rest of the day. After their last class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, she waylaid him in the hallway.

"Harry, please don't do this! It's a poor way to repay Dumbledore. I'll take away points!" threatened Hermione.

Shrugging, Harry proclaimed as he walked towards Umbridge's office, "You do that, then."

"But-"

"Let it go, sweetheart," Neville cut in, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Besides, we should avoid him for the moment. If Harry gets caught, people will think we were involved with what he's going to do-"

Abruptly, Neville paused, staring at the ceiling with a frown. Screams and shouts were coming from the floor above them.

"Let's go," he breathed.

Both of them ran upstairs to the fifth floor to find that Fred and George had set off a Portable Swamp in the corridor. They-the twins-were standing off to the side and laughing their heads off.

As Neville and Hermione watched, Umbridge bolted into the hallway with Filch, gazing at the swamp with a mixture of outrage and horror.

No one said anything for five minutes. Then Fred and George dashed out of the corridor and down the Grand Staircase.

"We have to stop them! Filch, get the notes on my desk saying that whipping is now approved," yelled Umbridge.

"Yes, ma'am," Filch responded with a joyful, triumphant grin.

Umbridge followed Fred and George downstairs while Filch sprinted to her office.

Hermione gasped and turned to Neville as everyone in the vicinity trailed Umbridge. "Oh no! If Filch sees Harry, he's really going to get it."

"We'll worry about that when we have to. Let's see what's going to happen," added Neville.

They went down to the Entrance Hall with the other students, where Umbridge was shouting herself hoarse at the twins.

"...you two are the most reprehensible students in this school! You will surely get what's coming to you very soon," she bellowed.

As she was saying this, Filch ran up to her.

"Ah! Thank you, Mr. Filch. You two are about to be punished very severely," Umbridge declared to Fred and George.

"I don't think so," Fred shot back. Then he turned to George. "I think that our goals lie outside of this school."

"I heartily agree with you," nodded George.

The twins raised their wands and summoned their brooms before Umbridge could say or do anything else. Seconds later, the broom halted in front of their owners.

"If you're impressed with our Portable Swamp, you can buy them and our products from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, our new shop!" announced George.

"We will give the students who vow to get rid of this warty toad face discounts," Fred declared, indicating Umbridge.

"Bye!" the twins yelled to her.

"Get them!" Umbridge screeched to the Inquisitorial Squad.

However, when they went to do her bidding, Fred and George took off and hovered over the students.

"Give her hell from us, Peeves," they said to the school's poltergeist.

Peeves saluted them, and the twins flew out of the front door. The students, excluding the Inquisitorial Squad, cheered and applauded.

Hermione beamed at Neville. "You have to admit it. They are quite clever."

Neville chortled. "They certainly are."

(A/N: Thanks for the reviews. However, no one has guessed who Professor Thomas is. Keep guessing! Hint: Why do you think she already knew already knew that Neville was going to be okay? Why does she act so oddly? Also, earlier in the chapter, Hermione did give Neville a hint when he asked for one, but he didn't realize it. What was it?)