A/N: I LIVE! Unfortunately, I am neglecting my other stories. But that's OK! Well, it's not, but writing this one is making me not so depressed, and the other one's aren't. OK, here I go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I want to own Percy Weasley and Justin Finch-Fletchly, but, then again, I also want to own Michael J. Fox, so I won't say anything. MARTY McFLY LIVES IN MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!
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Classes were boring. Nothing really happened. Justin Finch-Fletchly lit Percy's finger on fire. Devine didn't talk all through Potions or Charms. Otherwise, nothing happened.
Harry and Ron were down in the Great Hall, playing a game of chess. Ron side-glanced to the hallway, as Harry's piece smashed his side castle.
"Look," said Ron, "It's Dev. Think I should apologize?"
"Yes," said Harry, studying where Ron could make his next move.
Ron got up and went into the corridor.
"Dev," he said, walking along side her.
"Go away, Ron,"
"Dev, I wanted to apologize. I'm just stubborn, and I'm, erm, not a fan of Malfoy,"
"And that's why I'm mad at you. You don't understand what I'm trying to tell you. I just tried to stop a fight and be your friend. I've only been here three days, and I'm down one person I thought could be a good friend."
"I-I'm really sorry, Dev. I'm just- well, I'm always mad at Malfoy, but I just can't help that."
"Yes you fricking can! I just can't take this; I should've stayed at home. Nick would've let me live at his house. Of course, his parents wouldn't have…." She began muttering to herself about how her and Nick could have run away, and many other ways she could have stayed in California.
"But, Ron, I just can't take any of this." She turned and looked behind her, "Bye, Ron,"
Malfoy came up behind Dev and put his hand on her shoulder. As they walked away, Malfoy turned his head back and glared at Ron.
"But, Dev-" she turned and looked at him, shook her head, and then leaned into Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy immediately asked, "What did Weasley do?"
"Fine," muttered Ron, walking back into the Great Hall, "Be that way, just be that way."
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Devine sat by the lake, starring into the water. There were people all over the grounds, running around and having fun in the cool September air. But this was no fun for Devine. This was haunting, this was torture.
"Hey," came a voice from behind her, "You all right?"
"Oh, yeah," said Devine, turning around, "Yeah, Justin, I'm fine."
"Then why are you just sitting there? Come on, me and some other Hufflepuffs are playing football against the Ravenclaws. We could use another teammate. Want to join us?"
"Um," said Devine, taking Justin's hand and standing up, "Justin?"
"Yeah, Dev?"
"By football you mean soccer, right?"
"What?"
"Um, football is where you kick the ball around and can't touch it with your hands, no?"
"Yes, why?"
"Well, over in America, we call that soccer. Football is a totally different thing."
"Oh," said Justin, "You'll have to teach me how American's play football, then!"
Devine and Justin laughed, as the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs welcomed them to the game.
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"Dev?"
"Yes, Draco?" Devine laughed, needing Justin's shoulder for support, which didn't work, considering that Justin was laughing so hard that he fell over, Devine tumbling with him.
"Dev, what's wrong with your head?"
"I got hit pretty hard, did I?"
"What?"
"We were playing soccer- or, football, or whatever it's called."
"Dev, I think you might have been hit one too many times with the football."
"No, I'm fine, Draco. Justin, I'm going up to the common room, k? I'll teach you how to play American football on Saturday, it may take a while. And, bring anyone else who wants to know how to play, we need big, tough teams!"
"Ok, bye Dev!" Justin laughed, rolling over in the grass. Devine got up and began to walk up the stairs, but she got dizzy and almost fell over. Malfoy caught her.
"You OK?"
"No, Draco, um, I think I may have a concussion."
"Then why were you fine just a second ago?"
"Because, concussions don't hurt until a bit after you hit your head."
"Oh," said Malfoy.
"I'm off to the Hospital Wing."
"I'm going with you."
Malfoy and Devine headed up the stairs to the Hospital Wing, Devine using Draco as support.
Malfoy and Devine entered the hospital wing, and saw Percy sitting on one of the beds, with Zeene by his side, laughing.
"It's not funny, Zeene. I, me, didn't know any charms to get rid of this. It's a burn, Zee, it hurts."
"Sorry, Perce. It's funny."
"Yo, sup dog?" said Dev. Malfoy and Percy looked puzzled. Devine and Zeene were laughing.
"Sup dog?" Malfoy asked.
"It's an inside joke," Said Devine, "We think it's funny that a lot of people in California call others dog. It's just weird. That would be like if I called you, I dunno, what does Draco seem like he could be?"
"Call him ferret…." Said Percy.
"Your stupid brother didn't tell you about that, did he?" roared Malfoy.
"As a matter of fact, he went into full, laughing detail."
"What?" asked Zeene, "What happened?"
"Nothing, Zee. It's just, the defense against the dark arts teacher last year turned Malfoy into a ferret and bounced him around, up and down, up and down, up and down…." Percy was looking up and down with his eyes. Madam Pomfrey came in and put a small amount of ointment on his finger while he was laughing.
"I'll be in the common room," said Malfoy, "Bye, Dev."
"Bye, Draco. I'll try to hurry."
"Who was that?" Zeene asked as Malfoy left.
"Just a friend." Said Devine.
"You've all ready made a friend?"
"Yes, he's my new best friend. My replacement Nick, I suppose you could say. Besides, I'm all ready friends with most of the school. Except Ron Weasley. Jerk…."
"What did Ron do?" Percy asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
"Nothing, he's just getting on my nerves. I can't tell if he wants to be my friend or not. He's nice, then mean, then nice. It's confusing."
"Three days, and she's all ready going into the teenage drama department."
"Hey, don't talk to me about teenage drama," Devine said as Percy and Zeene left the Hospital Wing, "My life is a teenage drama!"
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A/N: Right, OK, I'm stuck. I think, well, I don't know, I'm stuck. HELP ME THINK OF A NEW NAME!!!!!!!!!!
NEW NAME NEW NAME NEW NAME NEW NAME!!!!!!!!!!
OK then, bibi.
PS: Just a question: How do you think is a batter way to spell Nick: Nicholas or Nicholaus? I like Nicholaus! It's awesome!