Re-Sorted Chaos

Re-Sorting Chaos - Two

Dean stared at the trio in bed, he had only woken up a few minutes ago. Neville was getting dressed, ignoring that there was a girl in their dormitory.

"Anyone else bothered how they all share a bed? Like, friends don't do that." He commented. Neville shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"You shared a bed with your mom as a kid, what's the difference?" Neville shot back. Since eighth year had restarted, he had grown more and more confident.

"Uh, we aren't all 5 anymore?" Dean replied, watching the trio curiously. Neville rolled his eyes at the boy and tied his tie. He checked himself in the mirror before turning to Harry, Hermione, and Ron's sleeping bodies.

"My turn to wake them?" He questioned. Seamus threw a pillow at him.

"Yes! Now shut up, it's 4 A.M.!" Dean shook his head.

"It's 8, dumbass."

Seamus shot up, scrambling out of bed. Hermione groaned and snuggled closer to Harry. Her leg drawn over his abdomen and to Ron's waist. Neville got out his wand before murmuring a spell.

Water shot out and hit the group. Hermione let out a gasp, Ron letting out an inhuman screech. Harry shot up from the covers and drove to the floor, his eyes were wide. The trio all had their wands out within seconds. They pointed them at Neville and simultaneously stunned him.

Harry was breathing heavily, and Hermione looked close to tears as she shivered from the water's cold temperatures. Ron has his hand on Harry's chest and clutched his shirt, as if protecting him.

"What the bloody hell?!" Hermione screamed at them, recovering quickly. The group was soaked, dripping water onto the floor. Neville looked shocked, as did the rest of the group.

Hermione disbanded the stun spell the three had casted, wincing as Neville fell to the ground.

"Sorry," He apologized, his cheeks bright red. "Thought I would try something new." Ron peered his eyes at the Gryffindor.

"Never do that again." He stayed, rubbing his thumbs over Harry's hands. Neville noticed that Harry's eyes were now shut. Hermione turned and silenced herself as she rushed to the other side of the bed.

"Ry, your okay." She whispered, coming behind him. Harry's breathing was deep, and gasps of words that Neville hadn't caught came from his lips.

He focused, and noticed it was hissing?
Harry was speaking Parseltongue, yet Hermione and Ron seemed to understand him perfectly. Ron nuzzled his nose to the crook of Harry's neck as Hermione continued whispering comfort. Seamus, who was hastily getting dressed, finally noticed the boy.

"Is, uh, is he okay?" He gestured to Harry, who seemed to be fused to his friend's chests by how close he was. Dean observed closely, biting his lip.

"He doesn't like water." Ron explained to the dorm mates.

"I don't like water, but it doesn't give me a panic attack when I get splashed with it." Seamus's shot back. Hermione sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Have either of you entered a deadly tournament which had a water challenge in which you thought the people captured would die? Have any of you been in several fights with Voldemort? Has anyone of you been trained to be alert at all times, told you're a pawn in a war you never wanted to be in?" The group stayed quiet.

"I nearly drowned?" Seamus offered, Hermione huffed and kissed Harry's temple. Harry had regained his breathing, looking guilty.

"Sorry." He apologized, looking at his knees. Hermione softened and Ron gave Harry's arm a gentle squeeze.

"Breakfast will be soon, and we all need showers." Ron changed the subject quickly. Hermione giggled and Harry smiled whole-heartedly.

"Says the only one who smells." Harry shot back teasingly.

"If I recall, "Potter stinks" and "Weasley is our king", Potter!" Ron teases lightly as Hermione gave them both small shoves.

"You both stink! Take showers!" She said with a laugh. The trio got off the floor and went to the bathrooms.

"... are they all gonna shower together?" Dean questioned. Neville peered into the showers to see Hermione's bra get thrown to the ground, followed by Ron's night shirt and Harry's boxers. He turned to the group, fighting the blush creeping up his neck and face.

"Guess so."