Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Dean Thomas- Houses (c)

Although you loved Dean, he could be an idiot. The two of you had met in your herbology class, where you were partnered together in class, and hit it off practically straight away, making a perfect pair. Even if you worked well together, you were from different houses which did make some issues arise. Luckily it wasn't as bad as a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, as you were almost certain no relationship could ever occur from that due to the conflict between the two. Rather you were a Hufflepuff whilst he was a Gryffindor.

In most senses, you got along almost perfectly in a purely happy relationship, other than when which house was superior occurred. You didn't really see any differences in the houses, other than it just being a way to separate the students and segregate them with a single trait they held. Even if you felt like that, you couldn't help but hold onto pride in being a Hufflepuff and a lack of ability to let that slide.

One of the frequent arguments had arisen, where the two of you argued rather playfully other which house was better. You both had separate pride for your houses, and it was nearly impossible to see eye to eye over the matter.

"Of course, Gryffindor is superior. Why wouldn't it be?" Dean smirked.

You shook your head. "Because it isn't. Your pride will be the death of us all; you all have the inability to turn down a fight, or try to not be 'noble'."

He let out a burst of laughter that exploded from his lips.

"Sorry that we want to fight for what is right rather than being passive and letting things be like a Hufflepuff."

You let out a huff of annoyance. Sometimes the stereotypes of being a Hufflepuff really grinded your gears.

"Because fighting in every battle is smart, where do you draw the line?" You asked, trying to bring reality to the point.

"What does it matter? Gryffindor's are the best."

"If you say that again I am going to stab you with a rusty knife," you growled.

He let a smirk curve onto his lips, which certainly didn't help matters, rather annoying you a bit more.

"But Gryffindor is the best," he grinned.

Without much else thought, you grabbed the pillow that was laying on Dean's bed, smacking him twice with the feathered pillow, making him shout out for a truce.

As you put it back down, Dean tried to catch his breath. "That wasn't a rusty knife," he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, throwing the pillow at him instead. 

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