After the quidditch practice, I happily resigned to my dorm trying to find a few minutes of relaxation before I start my homework assigned for so long.
(BF/N) gasped, "Is this my best friend doing her...homework!?"
"Oh shut it, (N/N)," I grumbled, "It's way past due. And you know it's quite amazing what the last year could do to me. I can submit my homework a little late, nobody says anything except for McGonagall that is,"
"That's what we call misuse of freedom," she said, rolling her eyes and sitting down next to me, leaned over to glance at my work and once again rolled her eyes seeing how many mistakes I had made in only half of the full essay.
"Oh goodness!" I exclaimed, clutching my heart as I went to the common room only to find Sirius' head popped up in the fire, "Can someone tell me the next time he comes?"
"And didn't you hear our footsteps?" (BF/N) asked, as we took a seat in front of the fire.
Hermione smirked, "Yeah we did. But one of us had memorized your footsteps so accurately that they could tell it was you,"
I snickered, "I exactly know who it is,"
Harry and Hermione chuckled as Ron turned an even brighter shade of red much like his hair if not more along with (BF/N) who looked so flustered that she hurriedly steered the conversation back to Sirius.
We had remained silent allowing Sirius and the rest three to talk and add on points only when necessary.
"You're less like your father than I thought," Sirius said, "The risk would've been what made it fun for James."
"No," I said, abruptly, "James wouldn't have thought it fun for you roaming around the country which could possibly land you back in Azkaban,"
Sirius scoffed, "You think you know James better than me,"
"No, I don't. As a matter of fact, I know there couldn't have been a person knowing James more than you do,"
Sirius' gaze was fixed on me, no emotions shown and there was a thick awkward atmosphere surrounding us that could be cut using a knife, "You don't know what I do, kid,"
Now it was my turn to scoff, "I know things much better and much more than you do, Sirius,"
"I am sorry to tell this but you do have the attitude of a Black,"
"I am honoured,"
"Trust me you wouldn't be," he said before adding, "Well, I'd better get going, I can hear Kreacher coming down the stairs."
"No, E," George corrected Hermione as they discussed the marks for O.W.Ls, "E for 'Exceeds Expectations.' And I've always thought Fred and I should've got an E in everything because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams."
I laughed which earned me a very hard glare from Hermione, "Don't encourage them," she said, warningly.
"Oh, come on, Hermione, let them be,"
"Ah, little one, how are you?" Fred asked.
"Uh," I stopped, sceptical of the sudden decision of the question, "I don't know,"
Geroge gasped, "Is pretty boy not keeping you happy!?"
"I knew it!" I yelled, "I knew you two had some ulterior motive behind it,"
"Well, we thought it was rather blunt," said Fred.
"That's doesn't apply to me,"
"Right, because you're the most oblivious fool we have ever seen," George said.
"No, I am not!" She protested.
"Yes, you are," It wasn't just Fred and George who said this but (BF/N) and an anonymous voice had also contributed.
"Oh goodness, Diggory, will you ever stop doing that?" I asked, after turning around when I saw an ill-shaped shadow cast on the table before me.
"Nope," Cedric said, "Oh, and you've got that thing?" he asked, doing a motion with his hand.
"The thing?"
"Yes, the thing,"
I blinked twice trying to find what "the thing" meant and ignored the snickers behind me. "I have no idea what "the thing" is,"
Cedric sighed, "Come on,"
"No, I've got my classes,"
"Classes can wait," he muttered, taking hold of my arm and dragging me away from the great hall.
"Use protection, kids!" We could hear Fred and George yell after us.
"Is the thing here?" I asked, smirking, as Cedric brought the two of them to an empty classroom.
He smiled cheekily, "yeah, it is,"
"And what might the thing be,"
"Love," he said dramatically, pulling her into his arms.
I scrunched my face, "Love is not a thing,"
"It is," he huffed.
"No. It's a feeling,"
"Oh shut it," he mumbled, pressing his lips to mine and then trailing kisses down my jaw and to my neck.
"Where were you?" (BF/N) asked, as I finally came to divination class.
"Got caught up in the...thing," I said, a little blush forming on my face as I saw my best friend smirking at me.
The excellent class of that day to me was Transfiguration, not only could we see a Savage McGonagall we could also see Umbridge looking fooled. And McGonagall started her attitude the moment she entered the classroom by ignoring the total presence of Umbridge.
"Hem, hem," Umbridge said for the second time after McGonagall ignored her the first time.
"Yes?" said Professor McGonagall.
"I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec-"
"Obviously I received it, or I would have asked you what you are doing in my classroom," said Professor McGonagall.
"As I was saying, today we shall be practising the altogether more difficult vanishment of mice. Now, the Vanishing Spell -"
"Hem, hem."
"I wonder," said Professor McGonagall, "how do you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking."
Not able to control myself, I whistled and acted innocent as Umbridge looked around the class to find the culprit but Professor McGonagall needed none as she looked at me in the eyes. I grinned sheepishly and I swear I saw a slight smile on McGonagall's face.
"As I was saying, the Vanishing Spell becomes more difficult with the complexity of the animal to be vanished. The snail, as an invertebrate, does not present much of a challenge; the mouse, as a mammal..."
(BF/N) and I quietly watched as Hermione proposed the idea of Harry teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Listen to me!" Harry yelled, at a smirking Ron and Hermione, as they listed his accomplishments, "Just listen to me, all right? It sounds great when you say it like that, but all that stuff was luck - I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I didn't plan any of it, I just did whatever I could think of, and I nearly always had help. I know what went on, all right? And I didn't get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defense Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because - because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right - but I just blundered through it all, I didn't have a clue what I was doing - STOP LAUGHING!"
"Woah, harry," I leapt to her feet as Harry spilt the burlap essence where he had his bleeding hand in, "Calm down, yeah?"
But it was to no avail as he yelled even more and with my temper raising I interrupted him, "Alright, Potter, shut up!"
Looking taken aback Harry said nothing and I continued, "They're just suggesting," she said gently, knowing the cause why he was acting like that, "It's OK. You can take your time, think it over and then decide." I said carefully. Harry nodded at my words but said nothing.