"Alright, well done everyone!" Harry announced after seeing many wands fly across the room and people fly back into the expertly placed cushions. "We'll come back next week, same time as always. Be safe on the way back to your common rooms."

Sophia was talking with Hermione as people were sent in pairs through the doors of the hidden room. It was safer to be in small groups as the Inquisitive Squad have been hanging around the corridors lately to try and catch people out for breaking any of the Educational Decrees. The two girls were waiting for their turn by standing in line with Fred and George behind them in their own pair.

"Are you studying tonight?" Fred's face appeared over Sophia's shoulder, making her turn to face him with a suspicious look.

"I was planning to. Why?" she asked and Fred tried to make it look as if it wasn't important by shrugging his shoulder with his hands in his pockets, but was secretly giddy to tell her about his plans.

"If you're up for it, meet me in the common room at midnight," he said vaguely before motioning his head towards the front where it was her and Hermione's turn to leave the Room of Requirement. "Oh and bring a towel."

Sophia did what she was told even though she was confused by his odd request. She was dressed in a hooded-jumper as well as sweatpants that had elastic around the ankles, making her the definition of comfy. She held the folded towel in her hands while standing in the middle of the common room and shuffling her feet back and forth on the carpet. Hearing footsteps coming down from the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory, she looked up to see Fred wearing similar comfy clothes and carrying his own towel. He beamed at her when he saw her and kissed her forehead once he was close enough, slipping his hand into her's and linking their fingers together.

"I'm surprised you came," he said as he led her towards the portrait hole. "I know how much you hate sleeping later than nine o'clock."

"Then you should know that you better make this worthwhile," Sophia replied. "Where are we even going? It's way past curfew."

"Ever been to the Prefects' bathroom?" he questioned as the portrait opened and they started walking down the moving staircases.

"Oh no Fred, we're not going in there are we?" she cringed. "If we get caught, we'll be writing lines for days-"

"We won't get caught love. I wouldn't let it happen. I'm Fred bloody Weasley," he grinned over his shoulder at her and they turned into the dark hallways that were only lit from small torches on the walls. The paintings all around were snoring and grumbling in their sleep at the sound of the students' voices, some even peaking through their eyelids and sending them glares as they walked by.

"Frederick bloody Weasley," Sophia corrected and chuckled at the glare she received from the boy. He hated his full name and would usually hex anyone that used it, excluding his Mum and Sophia of course.

The two soon reached the bathroom that was lonesome in the corridor and stood in front of the wooden door that clearly displayed the words 'Prefects' Bathroom' in gold lettering. Sophia looked over her shoulder cautiously for any sign of patrolling Professors as Fred muttered a password and the door swung open. He pulled her inside and lavish toilet stalls were seen along the left side of the wall as well as a bath the size of swimming pool on the right. Multiple rows of gold taps sat on the wall above the tub and the stained-glass window above them showed a mermaid sitting on a rock. The mermaid noticed the two's entrance and watched them curiously as she combed her hair with her fingers.

"How did you get the password?" Sophia inquired while looking around the luxurious lavatory.

"Ickle-Ronniekins is very easy to scare," Fred answered and walked towards the rows of gold taps. Sophia rolled her eyes at his answer before watching him turn on all of the taps making jets of warm water fill the tub. Bubbles magically started to appear among the water and the air was filled with a pleasant smell of flowery scents. Once it was full, Fred turned the taps off and dropped his towel to the floor and put his hands on his hips with a smile on his face. He looked at Sophia and she looked back expectantly.

"How's this for a date?" he asked.

"This is a date?" she questioned back with raised eyebrows.

"Well yeah..." Fred rolled his eyes with a 'duh' look. "I thought it was pretty romantic. For me anyway."

Sophia held back a huge grin and silently dropped her own towel next to Fred's. She grabbed the bottom of her jumper and pulled it over her head, following with her shirt and pulling down her sweatpants. Now standing in her bra and underwear, Fred's face had gone the same colour as his hair. He hadn't anticipated for Sophia to be so bold and carefree around him considering how shy she used to be when he gave her his shirts to sleep in. His eyes were wide and he only just kept his mouth from dropping to the floor, not believing his luck. Sophia felt a surge of confidence and left Fred standing like a lemon as she made her way over to the bath tub. She stepped down the steps provided and slid into the warm bubbly water, feeling her muscles relax and let out a sigh of relief.

Fred soon gathered himself and ripped off his clothes as fast as he could, diving into the water now only clad in his boxers. Sophia coughed as a splash of water hit her right in the face and wiped at her eyes to rid them of the bubbly liquid. Fred's head emerged from the water with his hair now flat against his head, eyelashes clad with water droplets that dripped down his face.

"Romantic yet?" he asked hopefully. Sophia laughed and shuffled forward, wrapped her arms around Fred's shoulder and brushing noses while grinning wildly.

"Yeah I'd say so."

The two engaged in a heart-felt kiss, cuddling each other while soaking up the warm bath water and its bubbles. Fred's arms encircled around Sophia's bare middle and pulled her flush against him, feeling the skin of her stomach press against his. He pushed his tongue through her lips and dominated her mouth, caressing the sides of her torso with his fingers as she toyed with the hairs' that sat on the back of his neck.

They were so transfixed that they didn't hear the sound of the door of the bathroom opening and shutting, footsteps walking up to the tub and stopping abruptly. Ron stood there in his green pajamas with wide eyes and a red face, seeing the two snogging near naked in the bath. Sophia was the first to notice him by opening her eyes for one moment and seeing the boy standing as still as a pole. She yelped and pulled away from Fred, sinking lower into the water to cover her chest and bare shoulders. Fred whipped around at her yelp to see his younger brother standing there and attempted to hold back the loudest of disappointed sighs.

"Ronald. Get. Out,"Fred spat through clenched teeth. "While you still have legs would be spectacular."

Ron didn't need to be told twice and turned on his heels, starting to walk out but soon leaving in a sprint. He would just have to use the normal bathrooms and not indulge in the luxuries of the bathroom only few could use. He should have known why Fred held him in a body-binding curse earlier that day and demanded for the password to the Prefects' bathroom, now feeling stupid for even thinking of venturing to the place.

"What an absolute twat," Fred mumbled while turning to look back at Sophia who was smothering a laugh with her hand. "Why are you laughing?!"

"It's funny!" Sophia defended and laughed at Fred's irritated expression. "You act like you're not used to having no privacy. You have six siblings!"

"Well I didn't expect to have them walking in on me snogging my girlfriend at hoggy warty Hogwarts," Fred sang the start of the Hogwarts song with a face of disgust and only fuelled Sophia's laughter. "I'm gonna put so many fireworks under his bed."

"No you're not," Sophia rolled her eyes while still smiling and swimming back over to wrap her arms around his neck again. "Leave him alone for once."

"And what do I get in return?" he smiled cheekily at her as he slithered his arms around her waist.

"You'll be getting a smack if your hand goes any lower," she sassed and made his hand stop on its journey lower than her hip.

"You're no fun."

"I know."

Sophia was sitting in the Great Hall that next day when students suddenly started making their way towards the Entrance Hall and into the courtyard. A sea of students hurriedly squeezed into the corridors surrounding the opening where Professor Umbridge and Professor Trelawney stood, seeing piles of suitcases surrounding the crying woman. Sophia was able to find the twins and Lee standing near the front and occupied the space in front of the tall boys.

"Hogwarts is my home! Y-You can't do this..." Professor Trewlaney sobbed with tears leaking down her face. The woman glanced at all the students watching, her big glasses enlarging the water swimming in her eyes. Sophia felt immensely sorry for the woman, who had no chance against Umbridge who stood there with a smile that was worthy of You Know Who's level of evil.

"Actually I can," Umbridge held up yet another Education Decree with a look that showed she didn't feel anything but glee in firing the Professor.

Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared amongst the crowd of students and hurriedly went to console the weeping Trewlaney. It was weird to see a teacher crying and facing the fury of Professor Umbridge. There was always that idea that teachers' were somehow immune to normal everyday things. Like the idea that teachers' actually lived at their schools all the time, having no outside life. But seeing the Divination Professor being dismissed in front of the entire school was a wake-up call no one wanted. Sophia felt her hand tingle at the thought of Umbridge's punishments on students and the pain that once resulted from the words engraved there seemed like nothing compared to Trelawney's punishment. No one should have to be sacked from their job because of someone else's standard of teaching. Especially not the Ministry's standard as they knew little to nothing about the education of young Witches and Wizards.

"Would you like to say something dear?" Umbridge inquired to the Head of Gryffindor.

"Oh there are several things I'd like to say," McGonagall retorted while shushing Trelawney comfortingly.