"Mr and Mr Weasley! Get back here this instance! Miss Rosier! M-Mr Jordan! How dare you!"

Professor Umbridge waddled down the corridor covered in yellow and purple paint. Her pink attire was saturated and her brown hair was clumpy. Her toad-like face was red with fury but the contrasting paint covered most of her skin, making her look like an explosion from Seamus Finnigan in Potions class. She tried to keep up with the four students that ran down the corridor and turned the corner, slipping up the staircase and heading for the Gryffindor common room.

"I never knew that would happen if you added newt's spleen to paint!" Lee laughed as they piled into the room. "Did you see her toady face?"

"What did you guys do?" Hermione asked in a sigh from the armchair in front of the fire. She had Crookshanks curled up in her lap with a textbook in her hands, her hair frizzier than usual from the stress of her upcoming O.W.Ls.

"May have dowsed Umbridge in two cans of paint with wormwood in it," George shrugged his shoulder and threw his arm around Blair, pressing his lips against the side of her head affectionately.

"Newt's spleen," she corrected and Hermione sat up in her seat with wide eyes.

"That's causes it to explode. You know that right?"

"Why else would we do it?" Fred laughed. "You look stressed, Granger. Care for a Fainting Fancy?"

Hermione's lips cured into a look of disgust and she shut her book, picking up Crookshanks and heading up to the girl's dormitory. At the same time, the Gryffindor quidditch team entered the room in their burgundy robes. Angelina and Alicia chatted avidly about their plans for practice, when Fred perked up and stopped them before they could leave through the portrait hole. George, Blair and Lee raised their eyebrows and watched as the quidditch team stopped and stared at their captain.

"Can I talk to you outside for sec?" Fred asked and Angelina nodded, glancing to her team to motion for them to meet her at the stadium.

"What's up with them?" Blair asked George once they left.

"I think Freddie's realising that he's better off when not in a relationship," he said, looking towards the portrait hole where his brother had disappeared through. "Angelina's a bit... proper for him? Is that too mean to say?"

"So he's breaking up with her?"

"Yeah."

"How'd it go?" Lee's voice pulled the attention back to Fred who had walked back into the room during the conversation. He gave Lee a shrug of his shoulders before collapsing into the chair closest to him.

"It was alright. She actually agreed to seeing other people."

"Really?"

"No," he grinned bashfully. "But it's fine. If we're leaving soon, I might as well make it easier and do it now."

"We're leaving soon?"

The boys turned their heads to Blair who was looking at them with wide eyes. Fred and Lee looked towards George with a look that said 'you have told her yet?'. George gave them the sheepish of smiles and pulled his arm from around her, nervous at the possible storm that could erupt from her at any moment. To be honest, George had forgotten to tell Blair about their plan to leave Hogwarts at the end of the month. They had been having too much fun with pranks and spending excessive amounts of time together that he hadn't thought to break the news to her. He hoped she was going to be fine with it when the time came so he could go 'Oh hey! We're dropping out of school and never coming back while that pink toad is still here! You in?',

"U-Uh yeah? I guess I... forgot to tell you-"

"We're leaving at the end of the month, Blair. Our shop's finished and we're going to open during the summer," Fred cut in and held his hands out beside him as if to show her the grand prize. "You in?"

People always wondered if George and Fred had some sort of telepathic ability and this was the first time that George believed so. He gave Fred a cringing look and his brother grinned widely, motioning his hands towards Blair who stood with her arms crossed and her gaze on her feet. George hoped that she wasn't suddenly having second thoughts about being involved with the their pranks and tricks.

"You know what, Georgie?"

This was it. She finally had come to her senses and would bring one of George's worst fears to light. Those words never led to anything good and George was sure that she was ready to dump him there and then. He instinctively cringed and fiddled with his fingers, embarrassed that his brother and best friend were there to witness his rejection and break up.

"I think I've finally come to my senses," she continued, putting George further into his anxieties.

"You have?" Lee mumbled, feeling ultimately uncomfortable at being in the same room during the awkward moment.

"Yeah," she nodded and finally looked up from her feet, meeting eyes with George's shifting ones. "I think I finally can say it. I love you."

His eyes widened and his jaw went slack. The common room went silent and Crookshanks could be heard padding back down the stairs to witness the moment that everyone had been waiting for. Fred and Lee glanced at each other before looking towards the two confirmed lovers, analysing both of their expressions. Blair didn't seem like she had been in a daze and she looked like she was aware of every word that left her mouth.

"I love you and I'm leaving with you to work in your shop," she stated again, her hands on her hips and staring up at her boyfriend. "If you'll have me, of course."

"Why would you even question that? Of course you're coming with us!" Fred cheered and swung his arm over her shoulder, displaying a dopey grin that matched Lee's. "You guys are truly meant for each other!"

"We've got some things to plan before you all leave though. I've got a huge bang in mind!" Lee followed before grabbing Fred's arm and pulling him out of the room. Fred went to argue that he wanted to stay but was quickly shushed by Lee, who sent George a knowing look on the way out. The portrait swung shut and left Blair and George to stare at each other. Blair still had her hands on her hips and was waiting patiently for a reply from her boyfriend, who continued to stare back at her with his jaw now respectively shut.

"M-Merlin, you're amazing," he said through a long sigh, gasping as if he had just been running for miles. He hadn't expected Blair to ever admit that she loved him as much as he loved her, but her words had been a melody to his ears. He had secretly been anticipating her admittance, perking up every time she called his name to speak with him. But he had always deflated when she would say that she wanted to hang out by the Black Lake or wanted to sleep in his bed for the night (although the second one was always appreciated and enjoyed thoroughly). He supposed having her finally say the words when he wasn't expecting it was better than waiting for the moment to be right.

"I love you. Even if you couldn't have said it," George replied truthfully.

Blair grinned and jumped forward, encircling her arms around his shoulders. George brought her knees up to be against his sides while he buried his face into her thick hair. The two laughed giddily at the commencement of being in love. Although nothing will change much in their relationship, the novelty of knowing that they loved each other was an indescribable sensation.

"Well now that that's done with. We've got a grand exit to plan!" George grinned and brought Blair into a passionate snog.

---

Four weeks later, the last of Fred and George's batch of fireworks had been set off in the corridor that was used by Professor Umbridge every day. A burst of orange, yellow, green and purple continued to bounce off the walls with the sound of crackling and tiny bursts of gun powder. The hall had been empty until the cylinders had rolled down the tiles before exploding into its display, just as Umbridge turned the corner with Filch close behind.

"Argus! Argus, find Filius!" the woman could be heard screaming, running back and forth with her pet in tow.

Fred, George and Blair hid behind a tapestry nearby and giggled like Cornish Pixies. Harry soon came along and slipped in beside them, questioning what was going on.

"It's our last demonstration with our firework range," Fred answered. "It's all we've got left until we can make some more at the shop."

"Those'll be made by me," Blair perked up and beamed at Harry down the line of gingers.

"So what's the plan after these are done?" Harry questioned after giving Blair a nod in understanding. The twins shrugged and gave their lopsided grins, showing that they were playing everything by ear at this point.

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"Don't worry Nigel, it stops hurting after a while."

"Yeah. Look, you can't even see ours anymore!"

"I-It just hurts so much."

Blair heard their voices before she had turned the last corner of the corridor. The bottle was clenched in her hand as her shoes padded loudly against the tiles. She had run all the way to the Ravenclaw tower to retrieve it and was now running all the way back, hoping that she had made it before the poor first year had passed out from his tears and agony.

"I've got it!" she cried once she spotted thetwins and the young Gryffindor.

Fred was crouched on the ground while George sat on the bench, the two holding out their hands that once had scars of the words they had written with Umbridge's blood quills. The boy in between them sobbed as his hand bled, not yet having the luxury of using Blair's miracle potion. The halls were cold and dark, yet the twins and Blair were clad in their warm clothes that differed from the robes that everyone else at Hogwarts wore.

"This will help, Nigel," Blair soothed once she crouched down beside Fred, taking the young boy's hand into hers.

George watched as she layered some of her green potion on to Nigel's hand; her expression holding the gentlest of natures. When the three of them had found the boy crying on his own in the dark corridor, they had immediately taken it upon themselves to use their older student status and help the Umbridge-victim.

"Does that feel better?" Blair asked with a kind smile, corking the bottle and seeing the scars fade on Nigel's hand. The boy sniffed his last lot of tears before nodding his head, using his robe sleeve to wipe at his nose. George hitched his lips up into a smile and admired the twinkle that could be seen in his girlfriend's eyes. His heart fluttered at the sight and put his hand on Nigel's shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly while eyeing Blair through his orange lashes.

"Hem hem."

The seventh years inched their heads over their shoulders towards the person they hated most in the world. They stood to their feet and stopped in the middle of the corridor, facing Professor Umbridge who stood with a disgusting smile on her thin lips. Fred and George slipped their hands simultaneously into their pockets as they stood behind Blair, who crossed her arms over her chest with a deep frown on her face.

"Mr Weasleys and Miss Rosier, I'm sure that deep down, you know, that naughty children deserve to be punished."

She gave them a pointed look with her blue eyes that triggered the reminder of the smell of antiseptic and acid. Their clearness was enough for the three of them to wince as she walked away, letting the first year run off with his hand healed and in fear of the woman returning and issuing him another detention. But Fred, George and Blair stood tall together, seething after the woman who no matter how much paint they dowsed in, would always be pink and irritating to no limit.

"You know, George, Blair, I've always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement," Fred said from the corner of his mouth, staring at the place where Umbridge once stood.

"Fred, I've been thinking exactly the same thing," George chuckled, slipping his fingers through Blair's from behind her back.

"I wasn't, if I'm honest. But I agree," Blair added.