"Never have I seen such behaviour!" Madam Hooch cried at the state of the bloodied boys. Her eyes narrowed in on both George and Harry who stood panting from anger and their small fight with the Slytherin on the floor. "Go to your Head of House's office at once!"

Sophia watched as Harry and George walked off without a word towards the castle in the distance, Malfoy being helped up from the floor by his team mates. Madam Hooch looked at Fred for a moment as he would usually be involved in the same situations as George and it was almost like she was going to send him away too. But the woman looked away and marched off with her robe flying behind her, leaving the two teams on the pitch in a strange silence.

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"Banned?!"

Angelina was pacing the length of the Gryffindor common room while continuously yelling at anyone that was in her line of sight. Harry sat in one of the arm chairs with a depressed look and a darkened eye socket while George sat at the wooden table in a slouched position. The two boys had returned from Professor McGonagall's office saying that Professor Umbridge had showed up and banned Harry, George and even Fred as a punishment for the fist fight.

"That's ridiculous! No Beaters and no Seeker! Gryffindor is finished!" Angelina dramatically hung her head. The room was silent other than the Quidditch Captain's shouts and the crackling from the fireplace.

Sophia sat on the far right of the sofa with Fred's head in her lap, his long body stretching out over the rest of the cushions. As soon as he heard that he had also been banned because of his association with George and Umbridge claiming that he might as well be banned too, Fred's face slacked into a deep frown and has been quiet ever since. He had only moved to lie down on the sofa when he saw Sophia was sitting there and looked aimlessly into the fireplace with dark, lifeless eyes.

"Crabbe only got lines for hitting Harry with the bludger," Ginny, who sat at the table with George, only added to Angelina's fury. Sophia bit her lip while running her finger tips through Fred's short hair and silently wishing he'd say something. She had learnt that whenever Fred was angry, sad or was feeling any emotion that wasn't cheeky or happiness, he'd stay silent and bottle up any sign of vulnerability. It must have something to do with his constant act of always appearing masculine and macho. That was one of the only differences between him and George, as the latter was always much more sensitive and hesitant when it came to important decisions. Fred would just act and then think about it afterwards when he got into trouble.

Sophia was just glad that she was able to hold him back long enough before Madam Hooch had come and seen George and Harry beating Malfoy to a pulp. It was proof that he was able to be stopped when in his state of fury and that she was able to get through to him much like he could do to her. Sophia now had an idea on where she stood with Fred when it came to vulnerability, considering he had seen her cry quite a few times now.

"How you feelin' Freddie?" she softly cooed and turned her gaze to watch the side of his face she could see. He had his cheek against her thighs and was secretly enjoying the feeling of her fingers threading through his ginger locks.

"Sad," he voice was monotone but had a hint of a child-like whine. "My life is basically over."

"Dramatic much?" Sophia joked with a cautious smile. She hoped he would still have his usual sense of humour even when in the state he was in, and beamed fully when Fred turned his head look up at her with the side of his lips hitched up into his lop-sided smile.

"I think I'm being just the right amount of dramatic actually," Fred jutted out his bottom lip as if he was pouting. "I mean my Quidditch dreams have just been completely crushed."

"Pfft what dreams? The only dream you have is to run the joke shop," Sophia looked down at him amused while poking his protruding bottom lip with her index finger.

"That's not true!" he fought back. "I'm not that narrow-minded. I have other dreams too!"

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Might I remind you of the dreams that you didn't want to hear about when-"

"Alright alright! Sorry I asked," Sophia scrunched up her face in disgust and clapped her hands over her ears. Fred laughed and reached up to grab hold of her wrists, pulling her hands away in order for her to hear his next few words.

"I do have other dreams though love," he exclaimed with sincerity and a less teasing tone. "Marrying you is definitely one of them."

"You want to marry me?" Sophia repeated in amazement. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at Fred's smiling face, not expecting such a confession at this moment. Sure there had been the continuous joke of them being a married couple back in her first year at Hogwarts, but it was always just a joke and a scheme to get the two together. She studied over his features for any sign of a joke or a crack in his serious expression, but only found him looking up at her honestly. Her heart swelled at the thought of marrying Fred and felt the giddy sensation in her stomach from the fact that Fred was already so involved in their relationship to think as far as marriage. Sophia supposed it was every girl's dream to marry their high school sweetheart even in the Wizarding world, but it was something else to have the boy in the relationship admit to having these plans as well. Sophia was starting to form a new admiration and adoration for her Boyfriend and displayed a bright smile for him to see.

"Don't take this as my proposal but yes, I do see myself marrying you," Fred shrugged as if it was a natural thing. "Lots of kids too. At least six."

"Fred... that's so sweet," she cooed, running her fingers through his fiery hair again.

"Eh I'm a sweet guy," he made it look as if he didn't really care but she knew he did. She knew when he was joking and when he was being sincere. "But only to you though. You wouldn't catch me being like this around Georgie."

"I wouldn't expect you to be," Sophia replied but immediately went back to the subject she found she loved discussing. "I want to marry you too Fred."

Fred beamed up at her and momentarily forgot that he had been banned from playing Quidditch in his final year at Hogwarts. He was imagining Sophia standing in an elegant white gown with a thin veil that would sit on top of her long brown silky hair. Her face would be bare to show her beautiful freckles and clear eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers that George would transfigure into an inflatable duck halfway down the aisle. He could imagine her surprised expression as Molly would jump up from her seat with tears down her face, swatting her handkerchief at George who was laughing uncontrollably beside Fred at the altar. The twins would laugh together and Sophia would eventually join in, her soft giggle bringing lightness to the atmosphere and make even a few of the guests laugh. Remus would stand next to her with a stern yet amused expression, soon handing her off to Fred in his usual shabby grey suit.

"Fred?" Sophia's voice brought him out of his daydream and he was suddenly back in the Gryffindor common room. He blinked a couple a times as the girl peered down at him looking confused, the other people that were once in the room now gone up to their dormitories.

"Yeah I'll definitely put a full body-binding curse on Mum..." he pondered aloud and confused Sophia even more. But she let him continue as the fire crackling was soothing enough to eventually put her in a sleepy state. It didn't take long for Fred to fall asleep in her lap still wearing his Quidditch robes, leaving her to her own dazed thoughts.

Six kids sounded like a bit much when she really thought about it. Any kids sounded like a lot at the moment. She was only fifteen and Fred was still only seventeen, soon to be eighteen. He would have to wait for her to be of age if they even wanted to really consider marriage, but even that was only two years away. That really wasn't that long and so much can happen in two years. But she hoped that they would still be together and ready to continue life together then. She couldn't picture herself without the friends she had now and she certainly couldn't picture herself without Fred. But for now, there were other things to prioritise. Although she didn't like to put Fred as second on her list of priorities, she still had her studies to focus on. And who knew what was coming with You Know Who being back.

In the next week, Dumbledore's Army had been able to find a place to start practicing their Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons. It was in a place called the Room of Requirement, a feature of Hogwarts that would reveal itself into any form that a person needed the most. Neville had been the one to find and had been walking past a wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy when huge doors appeared on the brick wall. The room had a huge book shelf containing all the spell books a student could ever need as well as practice dummies, pillows and even Dark Arts objects like Sneakoscopes. It was perfect and hidden from the vile Professor Umbridge.

Speaking of the woman, more and more Educational Decrees had been put up with the approval of the Ministry of Magic. Someone had obviously overheard the gathering of the DA (Dumbledore's Army) at the Hogs Head because a decree was put up saying that any private groups outside of the classroom were to be disbanded. She had also initiated a supposed Inquisitive Squad which consisted of mostly Slytherins, and this Squad had the power much like Prefects did. They would report to Umbridge of any violations of the decrees and wore a shiny badge that basically bled the word 'dobber'.

The decree that had annoyed both Fred and George the most was the banning of any Weasley Wizard Wheezes products. This had happened right after the day the two were doing a demonstration of their interactive fireworks in the courtyard, surrounded by encouraging students that hooted and exclaimed in awe at the sight of the orange spark being thrown back and forth between the twins. Sophia had been there at the time and was watching the two enjoy themselves thoroughly, until Professor Umbridge had appeared and sucked the firework into her short and stubby wand. The woman walked away with her usual smile while Fred and George came together in hushed whispers and symmetrical sneers.

This had set the two off on a mission to go against every single decree that she had displaying in front of the Great Hall. The two were always found disobeying Educational Decree thirty-seven by always keeping their hands in the pockets of their trousers or having their arm around either Sophia for Fred and Angelina for George. Their banning from Quidditch had now not become that much of a bother to them as Umbridge barely let the Gryffindor team practice on the pitch. Any flying on broom was also banned and the brooms that once belonged to the twins and Harry were chained up in Umbridge's office.

As for Dumbledore's Army, Harry had become their teacher and had been teaching them the disarming spell as well as the stunning spell. The boy was very talented in these charms as he had used them during the tournament last year, and the group were slowly starting to get the hang of them. They had paired off into two's and were practicing disarming first before moving on to the stunning spell with pillows provided by the room to cushion their fall.

"Expelliarmus!" Fred's wand flew out of his hand and soared over to Sophia who caught it with one hand.

"You're not even giving me a chance!" the boy exasperated.

"You don't get chances in the real world Freddie. You're just slow," she winked at him and he glared back at her, sticking his hand out for his wand. She reluctantly gave it back to him before Harry announced they should move on to the stunning spell. Before Sophia could even turn her head back to face Fred, a cry of 'Stupefy!' was heard and she flew backwards to land on the cushion that was conveniently behind her. She groaned at the ache in her back and looked up to see Fred standing in front of her with a smug look, his arms crossed over his chest and his wand in his hand.

"Keep up love, you're too slow."