Hyo: Sorry this seems kinda rushed and crud……

Ch. 5

"I hate you…" Dean hissed, fists clenched.

"I hate you more…" Neville growled, bearing his canines.

"That's totally impossible 'cause you would love me compared to how much I hate you…" Dean bit, looking away quickly.

"Thomas…!"

"Longbottom…!"

The two testosterone filled boys glared at each other from across the room. They were directly in front of each other and neither of them could resist throwing things at the other.

Madame Pomfrey glided into the room and began the long, grueling process of mending Dean's arm, which had snapped in his desperate attempt to detach himself from the seventh-year who had bee holding him.

"Know, Mr. Longbottom, you have a broken nose and a cracked rib…" Madam Pomfrey muttered, pouring Dean a green potion, which was letting of a purple steam.

"What in the hell is that!" He squeaked, edging away from the awful-smelling potion.

"Just drink it Mr. Thomas….before, in my haste, I ACCIDENTLY shove the whole damn bottle down your throat." She spat, glaring at him mercilessly. "Remember, you are in my care, and I can do WHATEVER I want to you…"

"That is GROSS!" Neville cried as began to spaz out and knock over the lit candle on his bed-side table.

"CONTROL YOURSELF MR. LONGBOTTOM BEFORE I'M FORCED TO TAKE IMMEDIATE ACTION!" She bellowed, spooning the potion into Dean's mouth.

Dean let out a little cry as Madam Pomfrey jammed the spoon down his throat.

"I didn't ASK to be woken up at this hour…DID I!" She complained, shoving more of the vile potion into Dean.

"But, it's 9:00…" Neville murmured, head down.

"Well, SOME OF US get enough sleep each night and don't tear others into shreds!" She spat, directing the comment at Dean.

"Wha? Ih wahsn moi faut!" He sputtered, potion from his mouth sprayed on Madam Pomrey.

"You bloody idiot! Look what you did you great stupid buffoon!" She yelled, looking down at her spattered robes in disgust.

"Sowwy…"

"Just shut the hell up…"

Dean became very silent as Madam Pomfrey stridded out of the room, chin up.

"Someone's PMS." Neville muttered, wincing in pain as he tried to grab the glass of water by his bed.

"I think she's a bit over due for that…huh?" Dean replied as her stomached the awful mixture.

"Yah, she isn't exactly a spring chicken!" Neville laughed, spilling water down his front.

Dean began to howl with laughter, as well as Neville. Soon they were hooting and howling so loudly that Madam Pomfrey had to stick her head out of her room and bellow with such force that the windows seemed to shake, "SHUT UP BEFORE I COME OUT THEY AND DO IT FOR YOU!"

A stony silence penetrated their laughs.

"You aren't that bad, Longbottom, I must say." Dean whispered, glancing over at Madam Pomfrey's bedroom.

"You too…"

"I apologize for the way I treated you…" Dean muttered shamefully.

"Seriously?" Neville asked, eyebrows raised.

"Normally I would say no but…I guess so…" Dean sighed, looking up at Neville.

"Friends?"

"Friends."

Dean scooted over from his cot, across the floor, and over to Neville to shake his hand.

"So, Mr. Thomas, we have an accord?"

"I do believe so Mr. Longbottom…"

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE GOD DAMN HELL UP!" A voice screeched in the distance.

Both boys began to snicker as the crotchety old bear retreated back into her den.

"Well, I guess this is good night…" Neville said, scooting farther down in the bed.

"No shit Sherlock…"

Neville sighed and turned away. He wondered what Ginny was going to do to them later…

That Morning…

"WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU TWO THINKING? FIGHTING OVER ME AND ALMOST KILLING EACH OTHER IN PUBLIC?"

"Sorry Ginny…" they both muttered in unison, heads hung.

"YOU BETTER BE!"

"We are…"

"YOU SHOULD BE!"

"Gin, don't hurt us…" Dean mumbled, seizing Ginny's hand and pulling her into a kiss.

Pulling away quickly, she sputtered, "THIS ISN'T GOING TO WORK THIS TIME!"

"But, Ginny, we didn't mean to hurt you…even though I'm not sure how we did…" Neville explained with a bit of an embarrassed tone.

"Men…" She sighed, gliding out of the Hospital Wing swiftly. "We aren't finished discussing this yet."

Once she was gone, Dean sighed, "Well, that couldn't have gotten any worse."

"It just did…"

Malfoy, Crab, and Goyle thundered into the Wing, scoffin at the two Gryffindors.

"Well, well, if it isn't Saggy-ass and Toilet."

"Shut up Malfoy." Neville grimaced.

"Well, isn't someone feisty today?"

"You betcha..." Dean growled, cracking his knuckles.

"I think I'll leave you two love birds alone for now."

"That's right, run away!"

Malfoy, closely followed by Crab and Goyle, marched out of the hospital wing defiantly.

"Piss off…" Dean muttered, making an obscene hand gesture at Malfoy.

"Just ignore it."

"I'll try…"

The two stared off at Malfoy and a Green Beetle landed on the windowsill, antenna twitching. Little did they know, this would soon become and entirely different issue.