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Lessons in The Room of Requirement resumed every week on Wednesday evenings. There were only two weeks left until the Christmas break began and everyone would go home for the holidays. Harry had Dumbledore's Army learning attacking spells now that they had mastered the protection spell. The dummies that the room provided were brilliant but the real treats were when pairs would duel. The class would separate on to either side of the room, leaving an aisle for a pair to try and knock each other off their feet. The Reducto curse, the stunning charm and the disarming charm had been the focus lately, before they'd move onto Patronuses after the Christmas break.

"Alright Blair, George, have a go," Harry instructed from the sidelines.

The couple had been chosen for the stunning charm in today's duel. Blair stood in front of the lit fireplace and George stood towards the entrance of the room, their wands in hand and pointed at each other. To say Blair was nervous was an understatement. Everyone was aware that George could perform multiple spells non-verbally, putting her at a disadvantage. She wouldn't have any sign of warning before he'd cast his spell, while he would be able to see when she planned hers with the intake of her breath and the movement of her mouth.

"Come on, Georgie," Fred whispered from the side.

"You got this, Blair," Poppy said, giving her two thumbs up.

Staring at each other for a couple of seconds, Blair could see George trying to hide the smirk that was growing on his lips. If there was one thing that was George's weakness if it wasn't verbal spell work, it was his constant urge to be smug about things. She took this as her warning and swished her wand quickly.

"Stupefy!"

The boy was shot off his feet and landed on the pillow that had been placed strategically behind him. A small choke in his throat could be heard from the wind being knocked out of him, causing the girls in the room to giggle as they made their way over to Blair. The boys in the room face palmed at the sight of the Weasley rising stiffly from the pillow, wincing at the small ache that was in his back.

"That was embarrassing, mate," Fred sighed, not bothering to help his twin up. "You surely could have gotten her."

"She knows me too well," he defended as he got to his feet, watching as Blair was surrounded by her friends and the entire female population of Dumbledore's Army. Even though she had literally just put him on his ass, he couldn't resist admiring her bright smile and blushing cheeks from all the attention. A small smile built up on his own face and Fred rolled his eyes at the obvious twinkle that was in brother's eyes.

"I wish people would look at me like that when I've just been put on my ass," he mumbled before walking off to Angelina.

The lesson continued with more practice with disarming and stunning spells. Blair was partially distracted because of the thought of having to patrol with Fletcher tonight. Because of the Head Boy's complaints about her doing 'something' to him, Professor Umbridge had demanded Professor Dumbledore to change his style of patrolling. She wanted the Head Boy and Girl to patrol together, just like how it had been in previous years. Dumbledore had little power against the annoying woman and informed the two students that they were now to patrol the corridors together. This was something that Blair had been anxious about from the very beginning, and now that Fletcher had a personal dislike towards her, it was going to be a long night alone with him.

"Excuse me? Do you have any more of the potion?"

Blair looked down and saw a third year that had recently joined the defence lessons. He was short and looked confident in talking to a seventh year, but slightly nervous in having to approach a girl. Ever since the brewing of the fresh batch of healing potions, students had been resuming their visits with her in ask for a bottle. She had been anxious at first to ask for a galleon in return, but the word had spread fast and it had been widely accepted. If students didn't have the cash, they would simply ask others who had already purchased a bottle to use some of theirs. It had become a kind and tight community inside the Hogwarts walls, and Professor Umbridge had still somehow not found out about it.

"Sure," Blair pulled out a small bottle of the green substance and accepted the galleon that the boy put in her hand. The boy went to walk off with the bottle, when he was stopped by Blair once more. "If you don't mind me asking, what did you get detention for?"

"I used one of the Weasley's fever fudge in class. Umbridge caught me and didn't buy my excuse of feeling sick," he explained with a small shrug. "Can I go now?"

Blair nodded robotically and watched him walk off, already opening the bottle and smudging some of the gooey substance on to his scarred hand. She had been told about Fred and George's advertising for their products and they had become immensely popular. Their sweets that caused you to break out into boils, vomit uncontrollably or have a convincing fever had allowed students to get out of Professor Umbridge's classes. There had been the word 'Umbridgitious' that had been used to explain the odd sicknesses and the woman didn't seem to appreciate it at all.

"Alright everyone, that was brilliant today," Harry announced to the group. "I think we'll leave it there. We've got two classes left after this and then it's the Christmas break. I'm sure we can get to doing Patronuses after then so look forward to that."

Heading back to the Ravenclaw common room, Blair dreaded the night that was to come. She didn't think she could stand Fletcher for an entire night of patrolling. She hoped that Peeves or one of the other troublesome ghosts would appear and be particularly annoying tonight, giving them both something to do rather than suffer Fletcher's continuous jabs and insults.

"Are you going to be watching Gryffindor verses Slytherin on Saturday?" Mina asked as they climbed the spiral staircase.

"Yeah, it'll be a tough game," Blair replied. It would be her first time watching George from the sidelines as she had always either been versing him or versing another team. It would be interesting to see how Gryffindor played against Slytherin, the team that were notorious for being extra rough and finding ways to not be cheating but sliding around the rules of the game.

"How's your head, by the way?" Nancy asked. "Has Weasley done any long term damage?"

"No, its fine," she chuckled. "He felt really bad about it. He even missed the entire Gryffindor celebration to take care of me for the day. I thought it was sweet."

"No, sweet is having a little bit of competition during a game and then snogging each other angrily afterwards. Causing your girlfriend to be sent to the hospital wing with a possible concussion is not sweet," Poppy sassed and shook her head.

"Eh, I thought it was."

Pinning her badge to her robe, she left the Ravenclaw tower and headed down for the meet up point at the start of curfew. She dreaded seeing the pompous figure of Fletcher Potts as he leaned against a pillar with a cocky smirk on his face. She had grown sick of his smug look even though he had nothing to be smug about. The boy did nothing but bully younger year groups and find ways to get under Blair's skin, always threatening to tell Professor Dumbledore about the thing that she did that he couldn't quite remember.

"Let's get this over with," she sighed, standing in front of the boy who was in the exact position she thought he'd be in.

"I don't want to do this anymore than you do, Rosier. The Headmistress wanted this, not me," he seethed and the two started walking down the corridor towards the Hufflepuff dormitories.

"She's not the Headmistress," Blair snapped but Fletcher ignored her.

But in fact, Fletcher's words couldn't have been truer. Professor Umbridge had more power than Professor Dumbledore did now. The amount of Educational Decrees that had been hammered to the wall outside of the Great Hall was absolutely ridiculous. At first, it was things that would make what people would describe Hogwarts as a public school, more neat and sophisticated. Things like tucking your shirt in under your school jumper and making sure your shoes laces were tied. Despite its simplicity, Fred and George had been targeted greatly for this. They always had their sleeves rolled up to their elbows and their undershirts sticking out messily from their jumpers. Multiple times had she and George been walking together only to have Professor Umbridge whisk her short wand at him and fix his tie, shirt and sleeves. But that wasn't the only thing she did when she saw them together. She had initiated a barbaric decree of boys and girls not being allowed within eight inches of each other. If Umbridge caught Blair and George holding hands or sharing a small peck in the corridor, she would come along and cause a distancing spell to push them to opposite sides of the hall. It was getting ridiculous now and Blair was sure that, just like Fletcher insisted, that Professor Umbridge would soon be in Professor Dumbledore's place.

"For Merlin's sake! Can you tell your blood traitor boyfriend of yours to stop leaving these things everywhere?!" Fletcher cried as he stepped on a tiny ball that had the label 'Teeny-Tiny-Firework' on it. The firework thankfully didn't go off, but Fletcher picked it up and threw it into a bin that was along the corridor hall.

"I don't tell him what he can and can't do with his products," Blair shrugged and the boy grumbled, knowing that that wasn't completely true.

"I still don't understand what you see in him and his entire clan," he sneered. "They're filthy and have no brain outside of their worthless products."

"They're not worthless and they're all extremely intelligent," she snapped. "Might I remind you that it was George that beat you in a duel WITHOUT even uttering a single spell!"

Fletcher suddenly snapped and heaved his elbow into Blair's stomach, pushing her back towards the wall. She yelped and breathed out a large gasp, winded from the contact and in pain from having his sharp bone in her sensitive torso. Fletcher's face was inches from hers and had his hands against her shoulders, keeping her from slipping away. Blair's eyes widened at the action and attempted to wiggle away from his grip, but the pressure from his hands made her chest ache. His eyes were fierce and looked in no mood to be deceived.

"I've had enough of your attitude, Rosier," he said in a low voice, planting a seed of fear in her stomach. "I was expecting you to be a little more... submissive this year. But seeing that you can't seem to get it through your thick, blood traitor skull that I want you, it's time I took a bit of intuitive.

"What the fuc-"

Blair gasped as Fletcher's hand was suddenly inside her robe and pressed against her breast. An immediate feeling of disgust spread through Blair and she was ready head butt the boy in front of her. She should have known that he would have done something like this, but she had been lucky enough to spend little time with him so far. But now that he was doing such disgusting things, she was ready to show what she had been prepared to do from the very start.

But she didn't need to. Fletcher ripped his hand out from under her robe with a loud scream. He started to jump up and down with his hand in between his knees with an expression of anguish.

"Get it off! Get it fucking off me!" he wailed.

It was then that Blair realised that on the tips of his four fingers, was a baby Murtlap. The flesh-coloured creature had its sharp teeth around his digits and growled at Fletcher's attempts to rid it from his hand. Fletcher threw his hand back and forth to try and throw the Murtlap off, but the beaver-like teeth were clamped into his skin and were sure to be ripping into his tissue.

Ignoring his cries for a moment, Blair opened up her robe and looked down at the inside of it in amazement. In the space where her wand could sit, was small note that had been folded and tucked inside. She pulled it out and read it curiously, letting Fletcher get what he deserve with the Murtlap chewing at his flesh.

'I knew Potts would make a move after our little duel in the corridor. So I took the liberty of putting a little something in your robe for him to have! I charmed the Murtlap to sleep until the touch of a Slytherin activated its attack mode. You can thank me later sweetheart.'

The doodle of the cat immediately made a smile spring to Blair's face. Of course George would think ahead and use his brilliant charm skills to make a Murtlap sit in her robe, unknown to her but known well by the Slytherin who dared put his on her. Her mind sprung to the delight of having such an amazing boyfriend who cared and thought about her even when she wasn't near.

"While you fuss around, Potts, I'm going to continue my patrolling. Tell me if you need a potion for that bite," she beamed and walked off with a bright grin on her face, leaving the Murtlap to nibble as Fletcher continued to scream in anguish.