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Milk and Being Hufflepuffish

An~ CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP. I suck, admit it. I was given a nice...whatever its called...Deadline and I can't even make it. Maaaan. Ugh then I promised I'd update the One Shots (I'm working on that...ish)  I don't even have any excuses cause truth be told, I haven't been given that much homework and don't really hang out with people over the weekend since now my best friend isn't my friend anymore (the bitch but THATS a different story) I finally forced myself to update once I saw the fact that I have gotten like, five new fans in the past week and I am now only 10 away from having 100 fans! *sigh* On to my shit I call writing.

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~One month later~

One month had past since Harry's chat with Voldemort. Dumbledore informed the student body about the depressing truth and the school had been very silent. Walking through the hall ways was like walking in a funeral procession, everyone was solem and laughter was rarely heard. Even the Maruaders were too depressed to pull pranks.

But to the rest of the Wizarding World, the school was taking the news rather well.

Chaos ran through the streets when the news was first printed in the news papers. Paniced people flooded to Gringotts to withdraw their money and flee the country.

A rather popluar fleeing destination was Canada.

Anyway, We meet up with the Golden Trio in the Great Hall during breakfest.

"Harry is something wrong?" Hermione asked. Harry had been staring into the eggs for the past five minutes, as if expecting them to suddenly come to life and do a tap dance for the Gryffindor table. "Pardon?" Harry asked, snapping out of his trance and turning to face Hermione.

"I asked if there was something wrong." Hermione repeated. "Like the usual or something new?" Harry asked his friend with a sigh.

"New."

"Then no. It's the same old same old." Harry replyed with another sigh. "Harry. I know you're tired of me saying this but-" Hermione was interrputed by a grunt from Harry/ "BUT you don't have to deal with this by yourself. Don't put the weight of the world on your shoulders. We are always there to help you. Always."

Harry stared at his best friend and gave a tiny smile. "Thanks Hermione."

"Not a problem." Hermione said, and then helped herself to another glass of milk. "You know, I what the hell the first person who drank milk was thinking. I mean, who goes up to a cow and is like 'I'l gonna pull on these things and drink what comes out.' I mean, how freaking weird is that?"

Both Hermione and Harry whipped around to stare at Ron with looks of either humor (In Harry's case) or disgust (In Hermione's). "And thats the time I'll be drinking milk for a while." Hermione said, as she pushed her glass of milk as far away from her as she could. This caused both Ron and Harry to burst out laughing.

"Whats so funny?" Sirius asked, walking over to the three teens.

"Oh nothing Sirius. Want some milk?" Ron asked, holding out Hermione's abandoned cup of milk. Sirius noticed the green tinge that ran across Hermione's face when Ron mentioned the milk. "Ok what have you done to the milk?" He asked.

"Nothing. Why would you think I've done something to it? It hurts that you suspect such a thing from me. Truly, you have pained me." Ron said, cluching his heart. Ron's comment just cause Sirius to be even wary-er of the milk.

"You know what, I think I'm going to have to take a pass on that milk."

"Okay, suit yourself." Ron said and then placed the milk back on the table. "Milk and anything related to milk aside, did you need something Sirius?" Hermione asked.

"No. Is there a law against me walking over and talking to my favorite godson and his two best friends without drawing suspesion?" Sirius asked the three friends.

"Yah pretty much." Harry answered. "How you wound me. You wound me so much that I don't think I can be in your presence anymore. Goodbye my commrades!" Sirius said, and then with a dramatic twirl, left.

"Why does he feel the need to be so dramatic?" Hermione voiced her opinion outloud. "We didn't mean ro "wound him."" She said, making the bunny ears at "wound him".

"I don't think he was actually offended, I think it was more Sirius' way of trying to lift peoples spirits and try to distract everyone from Voldemort." Harry said, and then made a gesture towards the Hufflepuff table. "And you can see that it worked with the nearby Hufflepuff's. Just a minute ago they were solum and now their laughing and being..." Harry trailed off at the end, not knowing what to describe the puff's as.

"Hufflepuffish?" Ron offered up.

"Sure, Hufflepuffish." Harry agreed with the word choice. Hermione sighed but then smiled. "Thats one of the things I love about you Harry."

"The fact that he's Hufflepuffish?" Ron piped up. "NO, not that he's Hufflepuffish, though he his. No. I love how you notice things like that. To us, it'd just seem like Sirius being his annoying self. But you see the true meaning being his sillyness. I think its just a wonderful trait of yours."

Hermione stopped talking and waited for her best friends responce. Finally, Harry spoke, "I am not Hufflepuffish."

"Really Harry? Oh all the things to comment on, you chose Hufflepuffish?"

"Yup, pretty much."

*Smack*

"OW HERMIONE!"

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And that is the extend of my creative thinking, for now anyway. I shall try and think of how I am going to make this story progress since I have no idea what to fudging do (that was a different word but I'm not sure how my lovely readers feel about that kinda swearing and I don't want to upset anyone. Someone please give me another deadline, I promise to live by this one this time....Now can I go watch Hetalia?