"So I heard that Granger asked out Quinn," Said Harry, plopping down in a seat next to Ron. "When did this happen?"
"Well, it couldn't have just been sexual tension forever," said Ron in retort. "They had to get together sometime."
"I don't know man," said John, reaching for one of Ron's fries from across the table. "That girl on girl action was hot."
Ron rolled his eyes at this and Harry chuckled beside him.
"John wishes he was a lesbian woman" He said
"Have you seen those chicks?" John said, dipping a fry in some ketchup and popping it in his mouth.
"Dude, who hasn't?"
Just then, a slight boy who looked to be about fifteen came rushing down the hallway towards Harry, limbs flailing.
"Dude, you have to help me!" He said as he reached Harry, eyes wide with panic, scanning the Great Hall as if expecting something to come barging in at any moment.
Harry turned towards the boy, his eyebrow raised in amusement.
"What'd you do this time, Scott? Piss off the Bloody Baron again?"
"You did that?" Said John.
Scott, ignoring this, looked back at Harry with an intense stare, shaking his sleeve.
"I-I can't…tell you." He answered lamely.
"Then how am I supposed to help you if I don't know what you did?" Said Harry, looking at the boy like he was crazy.
"I don't know" Scott sighed in exasperation, sitting down on the bench next to Harry.
"Just-"
Right then, the doors to the great hall burst open and in walked two girls, drawing every eye in the room towards them.
One was blond, with a tall, athletic build, and had on a black dress that accentuated her frame. Her blonde hair had been matted up into a bun on top of her head and the black heels she wore made her not only look taller, but also more commanding as she stepped into the great hall.
The brown-haired girl beside her, also dressed in black, was less formidable looking. Her dress was tied at the waist with a dark belt and she had on black leggings and thigh-high boots that made her legs look even longer. She was turned towards the blond girl, laughing, and reached down to entwine their fingers.
The pair walked down the great expanse of hallway, laughing, smiling, and whispering to each other, before disappearing out another door and exiting outside.
"Who were they?" Asked Scott, his mouth slightly open.
"They," said Ron, turning towards Scott, "are the two sexiest girls in our class. And they're dating each other."
"Hope it wasn't them you pissed off." Said John, finishing off the last of the french-fries.