Title: Ruddy Children
Prompt: Holding Hands
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Blaise/Dean
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offence is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

"As if you didn't do anything stupid when you were young," Dean said, defensively.

"Short of purposefully spilling things on a few of Daphne's dresses when we were children, I don't think so," Blaise smirked. "How I hated those dinners we had to go to. A handful of bratty pureblood children pretending to play nice with each other."

Dean laughed as sneering children sitting down for tea popped into his mind. "What did Greengrass do to you?" he asked.

"Well, she screamed and ran off crying the first few times, pelted me with her shoes another time and got Pansy and Millicent as reinforcements after that," she said. "After the shoes though, Theo was helping me out while D had Greg and Vincent do their thing."

"They were Malfoy's little monsters before Hogwarts?" he asked, in disbelief.

"Had been ever since Smith swatted some chocolates out of their hands because he couldn't have any," she smiled. "D told him off with a very Granger like lecture for so young an age because 'what civilized person does that to someone's chocolates, of all the things'. Apparently everything else was fair game though."

"You've all known each other for a long time," he said.

"I suppose," Blaise nodded.

"And Bulstrode is being such a…"

"Bitch?" Blaise provided, with a raised brow.

"Well, I wasn't going to say that exactly," he mumbled. He had been trying to find a less offensive word to use. "But yeah."

"We all grow into different people," she said, tracing the scar on Dean's arm. "You managed to stop being stupid, Millicent became very traditional, I decided to just be myself."

"I don't know, I can still be fairly stupid," he said, turning his hand and taking hold of hers. "I'm just smarter about the sort of stupidity I get up to."

"Selective stupidity, brilliant," Blaise said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, wait, did you say Smith, as in Zacharias Smith?" he asked. "I didn't know you lot knew him before Hogwarts."

"We did," Blaise nodded. "We just didn't like him, and then he got sorted into Hufflepuff."

"Bloody harsh group of children," he muttered.

"It was great practice for Slytherin life," Blaise said.