Never Is Our Always

We Need A Teacher 5

(Minnie pov) (two weeks later)

"Boo!"

I screamed as I threw my stuff, "oh!" I shout as I turn around and swatted Fred and George while the cackle and run away from me.

I groaned as I picked up my stuff and huff, blowing my hair out of my face. I'm so going to get them back later.

"Hey, Minnie!" I spun around and saw Alicia, she smiles at me as I dropped my stuff and ran up to her.

"Alicia!" I cried as I jumped into her arms and hugged her. She stumbles slightly before laughing as she hugs me.

"What's this about?" She giggles, setting me down as I continue to hug her.

"I'm just glad that we're friends," I smile, letting her go.

"Me too!" She beams. "Coming to breakfast before we head off for hogsmeade?"

"Yeah!" I went back and grabbed my belongings, "come on!"

-

"Are we leaving soon?" George asked.

"Yeah, I came to get the pair of you, but I was held back." Fred replies.

"We know," George and I reply.

"Could you hear us?" George and I nod.

"Found out about the poster huh?" I grinned, "Hermione can really yell."

-

As George, Fred and I walk down the street through Hogsmeade, an idea popped into my head.

"I know I'm not a child, but I've always wanted to do this," I say, holding both their hands as I walked in the middle.

"Which is?" Fred asked in confusion.

"Can you swing me?" I ask, "like lift me up and swing me like a child? You know what I mean, right?" They grinned at each other, "but don't kill me, I'm very brittle."

"Ready?" I nod as the boys lift me up and swung my body, I laugh while my feet hit the ground and I giggled as they did it again.

"You're so tiny!" George laughs, "how tall are you?"

"I'm five foot... eight," I reply.

"We're six foot three," George replies, "ha, child."

"Hey!" I snap, he just awws at me.

"So little."

"I can kick you where the sun don't shine or your knees, shins, feet... if you wanted me too." I innocently smile at George.

"You scare me," George said, I let his hand go and narrow my eyes at him playfully.

"Break it up, you two," Fred sighs, "children..." he tuts.

"Who sleeps with you?" I ask.

"You're so pretty, darling," Fred smiles at me and I grinned.

-

Neville walked into the bar with Dean and Lavender, who were closely followed by Parvati and Padma with Cho and one of her usually-giggling girlfriends, then Luna; then Katie, Alicia and Angelina, Colin and Dennis, Ernie, Justin, Hannah Abbott, three Ravenclaw boys, Anthony Goldstein, Michael and Terry, Ginny, closely followed by a tall skinny blond boy whom I recognised vaguely as being a member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and, bringing up the rear, Fred and George, me and then Lee.