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I had gone three weeks without a single detention. Shocker, I know, but we had been so busy with Quidditch and school work that there really wasn't any time for our brilliant antics. But trust me, we would have our amazing comeback.

It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and thankfully I had gotten money from my parents earlier that week so I wouldn't have to be a mooch. James and I were waiting in the courtyard with everyone else for Al and whoever the Girl of the Week was.

I used to feel sorry for his little "Girlfriends of the Moment" when they were forced to tag along. That was until I realized they all pretty much had the same intelligence level. That level being complete idiot. Now I quite enjoy bugging the hell out of them.

James hadn't brought any in a long time. Actually now that I think about it, James hasn't had a girlfriend in a long time.

You see, Al, James and I go on the Hogsmeade trips together. Girlfriend or not. Always. Unless one of us is sick from the punch James spiked the night before. I'll never forgive him for that. I was sick for three days. Sure I didn't have to drink twelve cups of it, but it's still his fault for spiking it in the first place. Even though he was next to me the whole time seeing if I was alright or if I needed anything. Okay, I guess I forgive him.

"What, no girl tagging along with us this time?" James chuckled.

"Nikki's a girl," he replied sourly.

"She doesn't count."

"Hey!" I yelled as I punched him in the shoulder.

"OW."

"She broke up with you, didn't she?" I asked as I took in the sour look on Al's face.

"Yes," he muttered so low I could barely hear him.

I told you I know him better than I know myself.

James just burst out laughing.

He's so mature, I know. But I love him anyways. Strictly still platonic though, I swear.

Yeah.

"Shuddup, you arse," Al growled as he punched James' other shoulder.

"OW! What the hell?!" James yelled as he chased Al through the sea of students.

"Sure, let's just leave Nikki here in the crowd, like she loves so much," I grumbled with a shrug as I watched them run off. Yeah, I don't love it so much. At all. Large groups of people and I don't mix well. Especially when I'm alone. I freak.

"Hey Nik," Fred Weasley said as he walked over to me with his hands in his pockets.

That boy is so awkward. Not Scamander awkward, but pretty damn close.

"Hey Fred, James and Al went that way," I said as I pointed in the somewhat-general direction they had run off to, "but Al may be in tiny bits when you do find them, so you may want to hurry."

"Actually I came to talk to you."

"Whom dost thou need me to prank, my Dear Sire?" I smirked as I rubbed my hands together menacingly.

"No one. Just came to say hi. That's a nice sweater," he said sheepishly as he kicked the toe of his shoe into the cobblestone.

"Fred?"

"Yeah?" he replied as he looked at me expectantly.

"What are you doing?"

"I told you, I came..."

"No. No you didn't. You're trying to hit on me, aren't you?"

"Um... no?" He said somewhat fearfully.

"You know you're utterly failing, yeah?"

"I am?" He asked as his face fell a little.

"Oh yeah. You make want to talk to James. Or Al."

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. Well, in this case, Devils.

"Hey there Freddie!" James jeered as he slung his arm over Fred's shoulder, "How's it going mate?"

"You're still in one piece I see," I laughed at Al as I rummaged through my messenger bag.

"Yeah, barely. He's a quick little twit, I'll give him that," James frowned, "So how can we help you today, Mr. Weasley?"

"I don't require The Potter And Scott Services today, thanks," He smirked as he shoved James' arm off his shoulder, "I just came to say hi to Nik."

"Speaking of that," I spoke up as I looked up from my bag, "One of you two need to give that boy some SERIOUS flirting lessons, because, well, frankly, he sucks at it."

"Well, he is Uncle George's kid," Al chuckled.

"He... you were hitting on Nik?" I heard James ask harshly as I searched frantically for my sunglasses.

"No!"

"Chyeah," I laughed as he denied it.

"We need to have a serious talk later, you and I," James growled warningly to Fred as he scurried away.

"Stupid bag, stop eating my things," I muttered loudly, "Now give them back."

"Nik, you realize you're talking to a bag, right?" Al said worriedly.

"She always talks to inanimate objects, you know that Al. Give me the bag, Nikki."

"Why? So I can lose more of my stuff? I. Think. Not!" I yelled as I cuddled it protectively.

"Just give me it."

"NO! Last time you touched it half of my sweets 'mysteriously' disappeared!" I cried.

"Nikki, hand it over, I bet I can find them faster than you can," he said as he rolled his eyes at me.

"BACK, FEIND! YOU WILL NOT STEAL MY THINGS TODAY! OR EVER! GO BACK TO YOUR TOWER!" I yelled as I jumped on the low stone wall so I was about half a foot taller than him, snatched a rather long twig off the tree and brandished it at him, all while holding my bag as close to me as possible.

"Gimme the ba... OW!" He yelped as I smacked him on top of the head with my twig-sword.

"HA HA!" I laughed dramatically.

"GIVE ME THOSE!" He yelled as he tore the twig and my bag from my grasp, while Al was holding his sides in hysterics, "You could've poked my eye out!"

"Who cares? That was awesome," Al chortled.

"See? Right here," James said triumphantly as he handed me my glasses.

"YOU TOOK THEM AND SNUCK THEM BACK IN!" I yelled as I took them and tore my bag back.

"I did not."

Al continued to laugh hysterically.

"LIES!" I screamed as I pointed at him accusingly, "WHY DO YOU KEEP STEALING MY THINGS?!"

"I AM NOT STEALING YOUR THINGS! THEY WERE IN THAT POCKET-THING OR WHATEVER IT'S CALLED!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S CALLED, I ONLY KNOW THE SOUND IT MAKES WHEN IT LIES!" I yelled.

"I AM NOT LYING!" He yelled back as he smacked my butt with the twig.

"My bum!" I gasped as I clutched it, "That stung, you jerk!" I yelled as I swung my bag at him and hit him in the stomach.

"OW! What the bloody hell do you have in there, Dad's cooking?" He groaned as he rubbed the spot where I had hit him

"Dad's cooking is terrible," Al said as he laughed harder, if that was even possible.

"Your Dad's cooking is pretty wretched," I chuckled.

"Wretched? It's like he Transfigured it into a burnt rock that could shatter a Thestral's ribcage!" James gagged.

"Let's go everyone!" Professor Longbottom yelled over the noise.



"Come on! We get a discount!" Al whined as we stood outside the Hogsmeade branch of his Uncle's shop.

"Al, it's packed, are you nutters?" I said as I rolled my eyes at him.

"It's always packed," James pointed out.

"I WANNA GO IN!" Al yelled as he stomped his foot on the ground like a spoiled five year old.

I kid you not, he actually did that.

"Wow, real mature Al," I snapped, "Fine, we can go in, but I'm not staying in there long, you know I get paranoid in large crowds."

When I told you we went to Hogsmeade together, that means we went to every store together. So if I went into some girly place- which I only did once to embarrass them- they have to go in too. It also meant I had to go into the one place in Hogsmeade that you could hardly sneeze in without bumping into someone. Hell.

"I wonder who's working today," Al said curiously as he weaved through the stampede.

"I am."

"Teddy! What are you doing here?!" James yelled happily as he grabbed my hand and plowed though about ten Second Years.

"Well, Ron was supposed to cover for Fred today, because that Robbie boy called in at the Diagon store, but then Ron claimed he was sick, and I owed Fred one, so I came in," he said with a dazzling smile that went up to his sparkling blue eyes.

Insert fangirl moment.

Teddy Lupin is one hot piece of man meat if I do say so myself, and coming from me, that's saying something, because I rarely admit these things. But alas, like all illegally dazzling men, he is unavailable. Damn Victoire. Doesn't mean I can't ogle him though. Which I so did. At least until I was caught.

"Nik, you're gawking at Teddy again," James whispered as he tugged on my hand.

"Oh, right. Sorry. Wait, why are you still holding my hand, James?" I asked as I came to my senses.

"Because I don't want the herd to mistake you for one of their own and drag you out to the streets where they will most likely go Cannibal and devour you."

"Good reason," I nodded as I looked warily at a group of Third Years.

I swear at that moment they looked at me like I was going to be dinner.

I hate crowds.

Go figure at that moment one of them decided to bump into me. I could feel my breath catching in my throat.

"So, you two have gone public, yeah?" Teddy laughed as he nodded toward my hand in James'.

"NO!" James and I yelled in unison as we tore our hands apart, "We are not together!"

"Kids," He laughed again as he shook his head, "Soon enough, soon enough."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" James scowled.

"When it happens, you'll know," he chuckled.

"STOP WITH THE METAPHORS ALREADY!" I yelled as the room started spinning.

I told you. Crowds make me paranoid. I have anxiety problems. It's not a good thing.

"I need to get out of here," I said as I steadied myself on James' shoulder.

"Is she alright?" Teddy asked worriedly.

"She'll be fine, she just doesn't like crowds, they give her panic attacks. Al, I'm going to take her outside and get her some air. Meet us out front in fifteen, okay?" James said sternly.

"Yeah, yeah," Al groaned as he waved him off.

"Let me get the door," Teddy rushed.

"Thanks so much, Teddy," I said shakily as I held on to James for dear life.

"Not a problem in the slightest. I'll come visit you guys at school some weekend, we can catch up."

"Alright, bye Ted," James said as he sat me on the outside bench and Teddy disappeared back into the hell hole.

"You alright?" James asked lightly as he sat next to me and brushed the hair out of my face.

"I'll be good in a minute, just need fresh air. And no crowds," I said with a weak smile.

"You need anything? Water?" He asked concernedly as he took my hand.

"I'm fine," I sighed as I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

"You let me know if you need anything at all, okay?"

"Mmhmm."

"That's my girl," he said as he kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arm around me.

"James?"

"Yes, Love?"

"Thank you," I smiled as I kissed him on the cheek and nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck.

"I... uh... um... you're welcome," he stammered.

"Stupid!"
I thought I heard him whisper.

"What?"

"I didn't say anything, rest your head, Nik," he smiled weakly.

"Mmkay, love you," I muttered.

"Love you too, Nikole," he whispered as he ran his hand over my hair.

"Hey, I'm ready when you... two... are..." Al yelled as he stumbled out of Hell.
 
"Shush, Albus!" James whispered harshly, "She just had a panic attack, the last thing she needs to hear is someone yelling."

"God, sorry, oh Master Protector. You alright Nik?"

"Mmhmm," I replied.

"See? She's fine. Alright! SORRY!"

I'm assuming James gave him The Death Glare. THAT he did get from his Mum.

"'Look, I'm sorry for snapping. She needs water and something to eat. Got to get some sugar in her system. Go get us a table at Madame Rosmerta's," James told Al.

"Going," Albus said warily as he sped off.

"Come on, Nik, let's get some food in you."

"I dun wan move," I mumbled, "I'm comfy."

"So am I, but you might pass out if you don't get food. And as much as I'd love to, I can't carry you around Hogsmeade for two more hours, my arms are still killing me from practice. Let's go," he said softly as he gingerly pulled me to my feet.

"You smell good, by the way," I said as I steadied myself.

"Thanks, you do too," he laughed as he took my hand, "Now let's go eat."



"You guys, we're going to get in massive trouble, you realize this?"

"Of course we do, Nikki. But this will be a beautiful prank, and you know I can't pass that up. You don't have to join us if you don't want," James smirked.

"And sit on the sidelines?! I don't bloody well think so!" I yelled as I hopped off the boulder I had been sitting on for the past thirty minutes while they planned their oh-so epic prank.

Oh, just so you know, Al did apologize to me for being a semi-git outside of the store.

"Come on!" Al whispered harshly from the tree line, "The people there now are leaving, we can sneak in quick."

James and I rushed to where he was and followed him as he snuck behind the bushes.

We waited about five minutes when finally someone showed up.

"It's so creepy," I heard a male voice say.

"It really is, especially in the fall and winter," I heard a female say.

"I think I know that voice," I whispered to James.

"'Course you do, it's Rose and Scorarse," he chuckled as quietly as possible.

"NOT YET." Al whispered harshly.

Al was actually letting me scare the bejesus out of his best mate. He must have really been sorry. That or he just really wanted to scare the bejesus out him.

James as I watched all as he counted to three with his fingers and leapt out of the bushes together.

Yeah, that horrible scream I heard from Rose last time? The one that partially deafened me? She did it again. So did Scorpius. I have never heard such a girly scream come from a guy in my life.

"DAMMIT! I HATE YOU GUYS!" Rose cried.

We actually made her cry.

And as I looked up from the spot where the three of us were rolling on the ground laughing to tears, I swear to God Malfoy looked like he seriously shat his pants.

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