"But Dobby…Harry, you know that's impossible! Elves aren't allowed to use wands ! Anyway, they have their own magic! Why would Dobby use a wand?"
Harry hit his head with the palm of his hand. "Damn, I forgot," he muttered. "I wanted to see Dobby today to ask him about-" He glanced at Hermione, who looked very suspicious as she folded her arms. "About what he's serving for dinner," he finished lamely, and Ron sniggered.
"Harry, Ron, there's something you're not telling me, isn't there?" She sighed.
"Hermione," Ron said kindly, patting her on the shoulder. "You don't want to know."
"Yes I do!" she insisted.
"Well," said Ron, stretching himself out on the grass, "it's a little tale about a lonely little boy named Harry and his strange bedfellows-"
"Okay," Hermione said quickly, "you're right, I don't want to know."
Harry glared at Ron who grinned back. "Come on," he muttered to Ron, "Let's go see my old friend the house-elf." He turned to Hermione. "Sorry Herm, do you mind?"
Hermione sighed and waved him away. "Go on Harry," she said tiredly, "I'll just enjoy the scenery."
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Blaise shoved Dean roughly and he fell hard on the floor. "Shit," he swore as he pushed himself up, glaring daggers at the Slytherin.
The old man in the painting punched the air. "That's it m'boy!" he crowed. "Sock it to him!" Blaise rolled his eyes and folded his arms. "Well Thomas," he taunted, smirking. "I guess that proves it. Slytherins are stronger than Griffindors."
"You cheated," Dean accused. "I wasn't even ready!" He stood up unsteadily, and Blaise shook his head.
"That's not my problem," he said smugly. "You gotta take every advantage handed to you. Exploit every weakness of your opponent. In your case, incompetence." He laughed as Dean scowled. "That's the difference between Slytherins and Griffindors," he said. "Griffindors may have the courage to start wars, but it's the Slytherins who have the cunning to win them."
"That's why we work so well together."
"What?" Dean's comment momentarily startled him.
"If we start the wars, and you win them, then together we can conquer anything!"
Blaise snorted. "Right. But did I also forget to mention that Slytherins are back-stabbing bastards who hate working alongside anyone else, especially the pansy Griffindors?"
"And did I forget to mention that Griffindors never give up?" Before Blaise could blink, Dean had swiftly moved in front of Blaise and tripped him with his leg. Blaise stumbled backwards and fell, shrieking as he hit the ground. Dean stood over him, his hands on his hips, and smiled down victoriously at the Slytherin.
"Well done, oh fallen one," he smirked. "Remember: exploit every weakness- in your case, inattentiveness."
Blaise sneered, staring up at the towering Griffindor. "Impressive, Mr. Thomas," he snarled, imitating Professor Snape's voice. "Yes, Griffindors never give up. But don't forget, you pretentious prick," and here he kicked the back of Dean's leg so he staggered and collapsed onto Blaise with an 'oomph!', "Slytherins never lose."
Dean raised his head off the other boy's shoulder and glared at him. Blaise smirked.
"What the fuck are you smirking at?" Dean growled and Blaise's smile widened.
"Your colourful language Thomas. It's really turning me on."
Dean gasped and leapt off the boy with widened eyes. As Blaise calmly stood up and dusted off his clothes, Dean shook his head, astounded. "Seamus was right," he said, more to himself that the other, "the Slytherins are a horny bunch of perverts."
"Actually, I prefer the term, 'partakers of voyeuristic behaviour'," Blaise said in a civilized tone. He smiled pleasantly. "Now that we've had the usual upsetting confrontation in the corridor, we can continue on with what we were going to do. I was headed for the kitchen. What about you Thomas?"
Dean, surprised at Blaise's sudden change of tone, said carefully, "I was headed for the kitchen too."
"Well, isn't this lovely. Lead the way Griffindor."
"What the hell??!" And Dean, who kept looking behind him to make sure Blaise wasn't about to hex him into a million pieces, warily lead the way.
Coming up... Chapter 12- Great Galloping Galoshes!
A/N: Sorry Haretsu to disappoint you! Truth be told to readers, I have no idea where this story is going! heh... ok ok, so i DID have an vague idea...but then I keep changing my mind, and so changes the plot... (plot? what plot?!) Thanks Megs for your review, and various others (Sara, hmm?!!! tee hee...)