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Chapter 13- Hunny bunny

Harry left Lupin's office a few hours later, with a broad smile on his face. He was training to become an animagus. They discussed the terms and conditions of such training, and Harry had agreed. He was not allowed to tell anyone about his training, not even teachers, and he was not allowed to practice on his own just yet, but Harry didn't care.

As he headed through the Entrance hall, Harry wondered what animal he would change into. His first thought was a stag, like his patronus and his Father. Lupin had told him that even though patronus was a stag, he couldn't guarantee that that would be his animagus form. Harry was sure he would be a stag though.

The thing Harry found most strange, was that Lupin had told him he couldn't tell any teachers. The only teachers who were aware of the training were Lupin and Dumbledore, and it had to stay that way for now. Harry wondered why, and came to the conclusion that it was dangerous training, which most teachers wouldn't approve of.

Harry arrived at the portrait of the fat lady, gave her the password, and entered.

The common room was unusually full, but It didn't take Harry long to find out why.

'So I flew out of the way, and that's when Seamus came in.'

Ron was sitting on top of one of the sofas, Dean and Seamus either side of him, and all of Gryffindor surrounding him.

'Seamus levitated the bucket of water and, yes, you've guessed it, he tipped the whole lot onto Blaise's head!' Ron told the crowd, who burst out laughing.

'I used this nifty little tipping charm, you see.' Seamus explained. 'I could teach it to you some time, if you like?'

The crowd was filled with murmurs of agreement.

'But it didn't end there!' Dean said, catching the crowds attention again. 'Now Blaise ran away as fast as he could, he was terrified by this point.'

'Thought he was going crazy.' Seamus cut in.

'And you won't believe it.' Dean grinned. 'We didn't even plan this! But Ron, oh you carry on, you tell it better than me.'

'Ok.' Ron grinned, and everyone turned their attention to him. 'We I still had the invisibility cloak on, so I flew about him and tried to produce a patronus.'

'Well of course, Ron isn't great at those.' Seamus explained.

'Thanks Moony.' Ron grinned, punching him humorously. 'So this thick smoke started to spurt out of my wand. And you know what it looked like? A little black cloud!'

The crowd was in fits of laughter once more, so Harry decided to join in the fun, with a little prank of his own. He snook to the bottom of the boys staircase, and summoned what he would need, still listening to their every word.

'So Blaise has stopped in the Entrance hall, and he thinks it must have been raining.' Ron explained, to the eager crowd. 'I know, stupid or what! So he's just standing there.'

Harry put his plan into action.

'He hasn't noticed the cloud yet, by the way.' Dean added.

'So I poured a little more water onto his head.' Ron grinned. 'And when he looked up-'

Ron looked up, to find a large black cloud had appeared above his head. The crowd fell into silent giggles. Ron looked confused.

'Did either of you two-' Ron began, before a large spurt of water knocked him off of the sofa, drenching him.

The crowd roared with laughter.

Harry, who had been floating above Ron, threw off his invisibility cloak, and slid off the end of his broom, to land on the sofa where Ron had been sitting previously.

'And I think it went something like that.' Harry grinned, and the crowd was in hysterics once more.

'Prongs!' Ron called, walking round the front of the sofa. 'That was bloody evil!'

'Oh, go cry to your girlfriend!' Harry called in reply, grinning form ear to ear.

Hermione, who was at the front of the crowd, went bright red, but Ron didn't care. He was too busy playing his part as a Marauder.

'Fine! I will!' Ron called, like a five year old.

Ron ran over to Hermione, and tugged childishly at her robes. Hermione sighed, but decided to play along.

'What?' She said, crossing her arms.

'Harry's picking on me.' Ron moaned, pouting out his bottom lip. All attention was on the couple now.

'Oh was he now?' Hermione said, looking Ron in the eye. Ron nodded sadly.

'He pushed me, and I hurt my bottom.' Ron said again, in a childish voice. 'Will you kiss it better?'

'That's it!' Hermione growled, and began to chase Ron around the common room.

Once they had done a whole circuit of the room, Seamus and Dean managed to restrain Hermione. Ron stood in front of the sofa, breathing heavily.

'Feisty little one, isn't she?' Ron said to the laughing crowd. 'What's the matter, honey bunny?'

That was it. The boys could hold Hermione no longer. She launched herself at Ron, and knocked both of them onto the sofa. They began rolling around, Hermione tickling Ron as much as she could.

Harry looked at Dean, who gave him the signal.

'There's nothing to see here! Nothing to see!' Harry called, standing in front of the sofa. 'Go to dinner, and we'll see you there! There's nothing to see.'

Gradually people filed out, and the room became quiet again.

'Say it! Say it!'

Ron and Hermione were still on the sofa. Ron was lying on the sofa and Hermione was straddling him, her arms holding Ron's down at his side.

'Say you're sorry!' Hermione ordered.

'You're pretty strong for a girl.' Ron said. 'But not strong enough!'

Ron sat up and grabbed Hermione around the waist, before throwing her over his shoulder, and standing with the others.

'Ready to go?' He asked with a smile.

'Put me down Ron!' Hermione shouted, beating her fists on his back. 'I'm wearing a skirt!'

'Nice pink knickers, Granger.' Seamus sniggered.

'Ha ha, very funny.' Hermione said.

Ron tried to cover Hermione bottom with her skirt, but found that it was too short.

'Geez, Hermione.' Ron exclaimed. 'You need to get some clothes that fit!'

'There is nothing wrong with my clothes, now put me down!' Hermione exclaimed.

Ron ignored her, and proceeded to evacuate the common room.

'Ron...' Hermione growled. 'I am really not enjoying the view.'

Ron put her down at last, and held out his hand.

'Why I ought to...' Hermione mumbled, as she took his hand, and led the way out of the room.

When they reached the Great Hall it was nearly full, but Erin and Daisy had saved them some space.

'Cheers girls.' Harry grinned, as they took their seats. 'Now would one of you tell me what I missed today. I only heard half the story.'

'Ok.' Ron grinned. 'To cut a long story short, Blaise was moaning about how hard done by he was. We were joking around, and Dean said, 'poor Blaise, it's like he's got a little black cloud over his head.' Well that gave us the idea.'

'Ah.' Harry said. 'So you gave him a black cloud.'

'More or less.' Dean said, filling up his plate. 'Then we made rain and thunder...'

'You should have been there.' Seamus grinned. 'All his Slytherin mates ran off!'

'Why'd you pick on Blaise?' Harry asked. Harry had never had a problem with Blaise before. 'Why not Malfoy?'

Dean and Seamus looked at each other, and shook their heads sadly.

'Nah.' Dean said, softly. 'It wouldn't be fair.'

Erin gave Harry a funny look.

'Weren't you the one who said to leave off Draco in the first place?' Erin asked.

'Was I?' Harry said, in a squeaky unnatural voice.

'Yea.' She replied.

'Oh yea, that was me.' Harry said, and continued with his dinner.

After dinner, the Marauders sat around the fire place, with Erin, Hermione and Daisy.

'Not too long till our first Quidditch match.' Daisy said to the group. 'In a couple of weeks it's Ravenclaw versus Slytherin, then mid December it's us versus Hufflepuff.'

'I can't wait.' Ron smiled.

'Hufflepuff have such a lame team.' Seamus laughed. 'And their captain, Diggory, is such a twat!'

'No he's not, Moony.' Erin sulked.

'Just cause you fancy him.' Dean teased.

'I do not!' Erin exclaimed. 'I just think he's alright. He'd be quite good if he didn't insist on playing seeker.'

'He is a little bit big to be a seeker.' Hermione said.

'Not necessarily.' Erin argued.

The group engaged themselves in an enthusiastic heated discussion of quidditch, which kept them busy until late, when they cleared off to bed.

Harry stayed behind to clear up his things from earlier. He picked his invisibility cloak off of the floor, and collected his broomstick from under the sofa. He was just about to leave, when he noticed Ron and Hermione.

They were both sound asleep on the sofa. They were holding hands still, and Hermione was leaning her head on Ron's shoulder. Harry thought about waking them, but decided against it. It would be a shame to wake them from their peaceful dreams.