Chapter 9
A/N: short chapters, yes yes, I love them. Anyway just wanted to thank everyone who keep reviewing and thanks to those who made my story a favourite and put it on story alert.
And for your information I had several ideas what would happen in the corridor but decided this was a unexpected one, hope you like it.
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Dean opened the door ajar and together with the twins and Hermione he took in the scene of professor Trelawney dropping her bottles and being pushed against a wall, they all gasped when they realised that it was Parvati who tried to kiss the old lady and by the look of it wasn't having much of a problem.
"Oh, that's disturbing," they could hear Ron say a few feet away where he was standing with Harry and other Gryffindors.
"She just doesn't want to look like you," Harry laughed, and then they noticed that Ron clearly had the word coward on his forehead.
"She's rough," George breathed heavily.
"Bet you would have enjoyed when Angelina had to…" Fred began.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" a stern female voice yelled. "MISS PATIL, GET OF PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY RIGHT NOW!" and she most definitely did and gazed terrified at professor McGonagall while Trelawney shocked sank down to her knees.
"I'm sorry professor, but I had too," Parvati sobbed.
"No you didn't Miss Patil," McGonagall said. "Ten points from Gryffindor for harassing and another ten for playing such a game as truth and dare, oh yes, word gets around my dear."
"But if I hadn't I would have the word coward in my face too," she protested her eyes watering as Lavender hugged her and McGonagall turned to the Slytherin pack including Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls who were laughing and giggling their asses of.
"That'll be 20 points from Slytherin for taking advantage for such a thing and use it as a bad joke," she said severely at the Slytherins who stared at her with hatred. "Don't you all have classes to attend soon?" she added and stood to watch the pupils stroll of, mumbling about that this could be news that would spread faster than the Quibbler.
"We have lessons Dean," Hermione sighed, even she had been laughing quite hard. "And so do you two," she added and nodded at the twins.
"Oh but, Hermione," George said smirking. "Will I ever see you again?"
"Don't push it," Fred giggled as he gave Dean a quick goodbye kiss and dragged his twin away from the younger ones, one of them looking quite miserable and the other raged with fury.
"Don't you dare tell anyone," Hermione threatened.
The hours to dinner were a severe punishment for Dean, all he wanted to do was be with Fred and all he did was dreaming about it during the lessons, he couldn't really feel that it was some sort of 'being in love feeling' that made him wanting to be with the twin so much, it was just something sexual to him, all he wanted was to pleasure the gorgeous man. Dinner finally came and he walked so fast to sit by Fred's side he almost tripped on his feet, he placed a hand on the redhead's thigh, as payback to what had been done to him during breakfast and could once again be happy.
"Oi, what the…" George yelled when he felt a hand on his thigh, Dean rapidly removed his hand when he realised it wasn't Fred.
"Err… sorry," he mumbled. "Where's your brother?"
"Which one?" George smirked constantly aware of which one the dark boy meant. Dean gave him a glare as he noticed the other twin sitting a few seats away talking to Ron; he rose and paced over there.
"Well, I'm really glad I don't have anything in my face," Fred smirked and gave Dean a nod when he saw him sitting down on his other side.
"Shut up," Ron grunted. "I wouldn't snog Harry even if my life depended on it."
"Yes you would," Harry said unbothered. "And I would rather snog you than have the word coward in my face."
"Why don't you snog your friend then Potter?" a familiar arrogant voice said.
"Shut up Malfoy," Ron sneered looking fiercely at the blond boy who had just appeared.
"Time's up," Fred grinned, actually disappointed about it since he would have loved the scene of his brother snogging his best friend. "But we will consider inviting you to play next time if you so badly want to snog 'the boy who lived'."
"No, we won't," Ron protested as the angry paled boy strode of without a reply, cursing at some giggling first years.
"I was only mocking him Ronnie," Fred groaned and turned his attention to the eagerly dark younger boy on his other side. "Not here Dean," he whispered to him as the boy tried to kiss him.
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Keep the reviews coming and I'm going to decide if I want to disappoint you or not, this story is actually nearing its end, well sort of. And if you haven't realised, the story is taking place during ootp and it's around March. I'll try and make the next chapter longer.
