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Hey guys! Sorry for the shortness of this chappie, but I am literally writing this before I run out the door. Enjoy!
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"First Years! Over Here! First Years! Damn it they cant hear me." Hermione sighed. "Dean, a little help?"
"Wha- Oh. FIRST YEARS! GET OVER HERE!" He yelled and the terrified-looking 11 year olds came scuttling across the platform. HE grinned at Hermione, who swished her long hair over her shoulder and glared at him. "What!"
"You are so annoying."
"What? Because I'm tall? Hey- No VIOLENCE!"
"You asked for it."
"Excuse me but when did I say, 'Excuse me Miss Granger, but by any chance would you be willing to lift that foot and make it connect with my ass very quickly?' because I do not remember asking that."
"I hate you Dean Thomas, have I told you that?"
"Twice in the last five minutes. And you know that you really love me."
"Erm, I don't mean to be rude," Spoke up one brave-looking first year. "But shouldn't we go? I mean, nearly everyone else is gone and in case you haven't noticed, It's fucking pissin' it down!"
"Excuse me Shane Finnegan," Hermione said, "but if I hear you speak to me using those words again I may have to throw you in the lake." Dean grinned at Hermione and she winked, motioning for the first years to follow her.
They walked down a small road until they came to the edge of a lake, with about thirty small boats moored along the side.
"No more than four to a boat." Dean called, and waited until all the first years were in before climbing in himself. He turned and held out a hand to help Hermione in but saw that she had already jumped into the boat next to him. Grinning at him, she leaned back and propped her feet on the front of the boat. Snorting, dean raised his wand. "FORWARD!"
With a slight jerk, the boats moved slowly forward across the lake. Dean sighed and leaned back, scanning his eyes along the group for any first years "misbehaving". Unfortunately none of them were. Smiling to himself suddenly, he leaned down and swiped up a lump of leaves that was floating in the water. Slowly, he steered his boat across the water to where Hermione's boat was gliding along whilst she closed her eyes. When his boat was alongside hers, he held out his arm and dropped the soggy leaves- right on Hermione's chest.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" She screeched and sat bolt upright, her boat tipping precaurously. "Dean you DICK!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahaha…." Deans laughter died at the look Hermione had in her eyes. Quickly, he steered his boat away from Hermione's as fast as he could. When he was finally out of reach (or so he thought) he turned back, grinning, only to receive a faceful of mud fired from Hermione's wand. Coughing, he wiped it from his face as the boats bumped into the bank on the other side of the lake. Jumping out of the boat, he flicked his wand at where Hermione's had moored on the bank and she flew into the water.
"DEAN THOMAS!"
"WASN'T ME, MISS!" Dean said hurriedly as rprofessor mcgonagall came marching down the grassy bank toward the lake.
"so, it was Mr Finnegan who made my head girl fly into the water then was it?"
"Wisny me miss, Aint done nothin!" Seamus' little brother spokje up from the crowd of first years who were assembled around them.
"Oh god, not another one." McGonagall muttered as Hermione pulled herself out of the water. "Miss Granger, Mr Thomas, you will go up to the castle and take your respective seats. We will be up shortly."
"Yes ma'am." Dean saluted and dragged Hermione by the arm up to the castle.
"Dean Ryan Andrew Thomas let go of me RIGHT NOW!"
"Hermione Anne Granger I will let go when you walk faster!" (A/N: see? Dean Ryan Andrew Thomas D.R.A.T! And Hermione Anne Granger H.A.G)
"Dean, just shut it. Please. You're worse than Ron- well, no you're not." She said as they entered the hall and saw Ron asleep with his head on the table. Harry waved and she grinned, walking toward him. The chatter in the hall quietened as she walked down, her cloak flying behind her so that you could see her clothes beneath it. There were three words uttered as she squeezed between Ron and Harry, Dean sitting beside Seamus across from them;
"Hermione Granger? Punk!"
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Thank you to all TWO of my reviewers, LJ and Two Bits Twobit
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