This is probably the squickiest thing I've ever written and it's not even dirty or anything.
Rating: G to PG...more G though
Pairing: Trevor/?
Disclaimer: JKR owns all characters and settings and I would never take credit for her genius.
Summary: There is a war going on and while Harry and his band make camp for the night a secret affair goes on when everyone is asleep...or maybe not so secret after all.
It was dark and no one was about that night. The wind blew and a strange blue fire glowed in the middle of a camp.
Owls hooted in the distance, trees swayed and all was quiet. When suddenly there was movement in the grass.
A toad hops away from one tent and towards another. It's slimy skin shining in the star light. As it reaches the other tent it lets out a soft croak and waits.
Seconds pass by and then there is movement in the tent. A little bit later another toad hops out to join the other and they make their way closer to the fire.
A few soft croaks between them and it seems as if they watch until the sky lightens into early morning. One of the toads takes a daring leap closer to the smaller one and shoots out its tongue. With a nervous twitch the smaller toad also hops closer until they are nearly on top of each other.
Minutes later a boy pops out of a tent and softly calls out, "Trevor?"
Another boy appears behind the first one, rubbing his eyes and asks, "What are you doing, Neville?"
"Trevor's gone. I can't find him. Have you seen him, Harry?"
"No."
They look all around the tent and then notice that the rest of the camp is starting to stir.
A woman, with her hair pulled up tightly in a bun, steps out of the tent from which the smaller toad had hopped out from earlier and clears her throat. "Has anyone seen Umbridge? She's not in her bed."
"No, Professor McGonagall," the two boys answer still looking around on the ground.
Professor McGonagall walks towards the fire and then stops short, letting out a disgusted gasp.
The two boys start towards her until their eyes fall upon the two toads. Neville gasps, "Trevor!"
The toads jump apart and the larger of the two hops behind a nearby bush, and seconds later a short, toad-like woman materializes behind the same bush.
"Again, Dolores?" McGonagall says sternly and Dolores Umbridge hangs her head in shame as Neville scoops up Trevor and heads back to their tent, looking extremely green in the face.
Trevor lets out a loud croak as he's carried away to which Dolores whispers, "Bye."