Ch. 28
Detentions Are the Worst Thing Since Training.

When the Bonded stepped into Umbridge's office for detention, they were assaulted by the girly-ness. Immediately a waft of perfume forced itself into their nostrils, pink covered everything, making their eyes hurt, and the sound of kittens mewing like they were being choked was horrible.

Ginny coughed, waving her hand under her nose like that would get rid of the smell, "Compensating for something, Professor?"

Umbridge was sitting behind her desk, hands folded over each other as she smirked. She wore all pink again, blending in perfectly with the walls. Some lace on the front of her dress looked like it might choke her quicker than the perfume. When Ginny spoke, she narrowed her eyes but wisely said nothing. Otherwise, there'd be another show off between the two.

"Please, sit." She waved to two chairs with little tables in front of them. Ginny and Harry exchanged glances, but sat down. Umbridge was looking at them with a tight smile as she stood.

"You two know perfectly well that what you did was wrong." She laced her fingers as she crossed the floor, going towards a large shelf that was in the corner. She took a box off of it, looking over her shoulder at The Bonded with predatory eyes, "And with wrong-doing comes punishment." A kitten mewed in punctuation. Ginny leaned against her chair, crossing her arms. She was calm, the opposite of Harry who shivered at the word punishment.

"Bring it on, Toad." Ginny said under her breath, giving Umbridge an innocent smile. The woman's mouth pressed into a thin line as she placed the box on her desk.

"You will write lines." She decided, leaning on her desk. Harry looked relieved, and went to grab his school bag, but Umbridge held up her hand.

"No no! You will use my quill." She opened the box, revealing a red quill laying on velvet. Harry held out his hand and Umbridge placed the quill in his hand.

Ginny had sat up, sensing something was up. "What about me?" She asked, looking at Harry with worried eyes. Umbridge smiled.

"We only need one." She assured her, walking over to stand in front of the girl. She bent over very slightly so that she was staring straight into Ginny's eyes. Before she could say whatever she had to say, Ginny interrupted.

"I see, well, smell, that you've taken my advice, but please, I have a boyfriend." She leaned backwards. Umbridge narrowed her eyes at her and walked over to Harry.

"Write, Mr. Potter. Fifty lines, I must not back-talk." Ginny rolled her eyes at the woman, watching as Harry looked at the quill.

"Um, can I have some ink?" Harry asked, raising the quill in the air. Umbridge laughed, going to sit behind her desk.

"It's a special quill. You have no need for an ink well." She smiled. Harry swallowed.

As soon as he wrote the first line Ginny flinched. It felt like someone was scratching against her skin. Harry pulled back abruptly, and he looked over at Ginny with wide eyes.

A drop of blood was running down his hand, the same color decorating the parchment in front of him.

Rage filled Ginny and she stood, the table that was in front of her almost flipping. Umbridge barely jumped, but surprise was in her eyes.

"You can't do this! This is illegal!" Ginny gasped, her eyes wide. Umbridge just smiled sweetly.

"Crime comes with punishment, my dear."

Ginny had seen those quills. Blood quills, she'd heard her mum and dad talking about them when her dad had confiscated a case, and had seen Fred and George draw up plans based off of them. Quills that used blood to write.

Harry was still looking at his hand. Ginny had the desperate urge to lunge over there and cover his hand with her own and heal it, but didn't. Instead, she stood and faced Unbridge firmly. Anger built in her, no one hurt Harry Potter under her watch.

"We are leaving, and Dumbledore will find out about this I hope you know."

"You cannot and will not leave." Umbridge tutted, standing to walk over to the two, "I'm afraid you will have to stay and complete your punishment-"

"Like hel-"

"Ginny, calm down." Harry warned, looking at her hand in shock. Ginny looked down, her eyes widening as she took in the charred hand print on the desk. Her hands were glowing, the Bond going crazy along with her emotions.

Umbridge yelped when Ginny's eyes met her's again, and she stumbled backwards, tripping over her desk. She caught herself on the window sill, though Ginny would have preferred she fell over.

Ginny was angry, just like McGonagall warned her not to be. She was a lioness, and someone had just harmed her lion. Her skin glowed, her eyes were golden, and she felt like a warm tingle was spreading all over her body. Harry was in complete shock, but when she looked over at him his skin was glowing slightly as well. His eyes were changing color, golden light taking over his green irises from the outside towards the middle.

Golden light had washed everything in a glow, like flames lapping up the pink wallpaper. The kittens on little plates started mewing with such force that some of their plates fell off the walls.

Finally, Harry lunged over to Ginny and stood in front of her, knocking the table over in the process. He put himself between his soulmate and Umbridge, placing his hands on her cheeks.

"Calm down!" He said, his voice faint against the roaring in Ginny's ears. She looked at him, blinking and gasping for air as her eyes burned and the tingle on her skin turning like flames. There was a crash, and Umbridge threw herself to the floor as plates fell off the walls and rolled around before stopping with the kittens inside them turning in dizzy circles.

"Ginny!" He shouted it slightly, jarring her slightly as she gasped in more air. He held up his hand, the backside towards her, and took her own hand. When he laid her fingers over the bleeding letters, she felt the skin close up under her touch, "It's fine." He said calmly, looking in her eyes. Ginny kept her eyes on his hand, running her thumb over his abnormally warm skin.

She knew it was fine, but she was still angry. She felt Harry sending her waves of calm, but they barely dented the surface of her anger. She probably would have incinerated Umbridge if it weren't for the fact that Professor McGonagall chose that moment to open the door.

The lights around them were still going strong, even though a lot of Ginny's anger had changed into fear, and McGonagall looked at Ginny with wide eyes. She would have defended herself, if not for the fact that her knees buckled. She dipped forward, Harry wrapping his arms around her instantly. The glow in the room died, though some remained as Harry lifted Ginny into his arms. It felt like she'd just run a marathon, like her core had been twisted like a teacloth for its magic.

"Miss Weasley!" McGonagall looked over at Umbridge who had curled up in a ball on the floor, meaning an awful lot of her buttons had popped off in order for her to bend her back, "You know to control your powers!" She scolded. She didn't seem that worried for Umbridge, but Ginny only realized that later. At this point, her brain felt like mush. She almost passed out then and there, laying in Harry's arms.

In fact, as soon as McGonagall ordered Harry to take her to Madam Pomfrey, Ginny decided it was a perfect time to take a nap.

She went limp in Harry's arms.