Hi there! This is a love story between Neville and a halfblood Slytherin and Dean and her Gryffindor sister! If you're just here for the climax, chapter 21. Continue to chapter 30 and beyond for mild smut. Or stick with the entire story for sweet romance. Rated M for language and sexual references.

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He gazed at her.

And she was lovely.

Neville Longbottom had never met anyone more beautiful in his life. He did not expect he ever would. He admired her with all his being. She was intelligent, humorous, compassionate, and every other vocabulary word you could think of to describe a splendid soul. The way she looked at him made him feel like time stopped and the sky was falling around them. But no matter how entranced he was with her, nobody would ever let him forget the fact that Lenore was a Slytherin.

She was not a bad Slytherin. Sure, she was canny, ambitious, and resourceful, but she was not evil. She could never be evil. Lenore Henry used her skills for good. She stuck up for kids who did not have a voice. Anybody who bullied a younger kid would eventually have to face the wrath of Lenore. What a wrath it was. Lenore was full of fire when she got worked up, but otherwise she was her kind-hearted smiling self. She acted as a kind of liaison between Slytherin and the other houses— a diplomat if you will. A very limited number of Slytherins were actually nice. Lenore was one of them. She found friends in other houses, namely Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. Quite a few people were scared of her purely for the green and silver decorations on her school robes, but Katie and Angelina knew the real Lenore. Neville and his friends knew as well.

This particular time, they were together in the Room of Requirement, training in Dumbledore's Army. Lenore had put up some protests about joining. She argued that it was very risky for her to be the only Slytherin in the group.

"They could follow me to the meeting!" she had said.

"She has a point," Ron replied.

"Lenore," Harry said, "As long as you are very careful, you should be fine."

"And we mean very careful," Hermione added.

Lenore ended up joining at the insistence of Katie and Angelina, with whom she was currently laughing in the corner. Each had their wands drawn, practicing the expecto patronum spell. Lenore was struggling, but Katie formed her patronus on one of the first few tries. After practicing, Angelina got it, too. As Lenore looked around the room., she noticed almost everybody had been able to produce cloudy sparks from their wands, some even had a fully defined patronus.

"I can't do this," Lenore sighed.

"Yes you can!" Angelina announced. "You just need help. Harry!"

The girl flagged Harry down with a wave, her braids flouncing as she tried to catch his attention. The be speckled boy turned around at the sound of his name and raised his brow. "Yes, Angelina?"

But Angelina just stepped back, leaving Lenore to do the talking. She panicked. It was not like her to ask for help, much less from a Gryffindor. "Oh, um, I can't get this spell."

"Alright, just one moment," he assured her.

Harry turned around and left Lenore standing alone. Angelina and Katie were distracted by Leanne Kuang's patronus, trying to guess if it was a beaver or a bird. Lenore smoothed down her long brown hair and blinked her eyelashes as she waited patiently for Harry to return.

Harry craned his neck in search of the tall mess of light brown hair. He spotted him on the side of the room with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

"Neville!" Harry called out as he walked over. He snapped his fingers and grabbed Neville's arm. "Come with me."

Neville dug his feet into the ground, but Harry was stronger than him. He reluctantly followed Harry through the sea of students. "W-what are we doing?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't have time for this. Help Lenore."

Neville's heart nearly beat out of his chest. "H-help L-lenore?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You can do it. Calm down, mate. Your better at conjuring a patronus than anyone here, besides me. Or Hermione. Maybe Pavarti- that's besides the point. You're good. Now help Lenore."

He clapped his hands as Lenore became visible. Neville's eyes scanned her body language. She seemed to bed nervous, maybe even frustrated.

"Lenore!" Harry said. "You know Neville, right?"

"Yeah!" She beamed her wide smile. She had a beautiful smile and Neville could not help but absorb her warmth and return a small grin. "Hi, Neville. How are you?"

"H-hi, Lenore," he stammered. "I-I'm good."

She smiled again at him, which made his stomach do a somersault. She was incredibly beautiful today, with her big green eyes, long dark brown hair, and shining smile. Neville had fancied her for so long he almost forgot what it was like to not spend his day catching glimpses at her or attempting to gain her attention.

Harry interrupted his train of thought. "Neville here is going to show you how to produce a patronus. He's quite good. Great, even."

Neville began to panic. "I-I'm not sure—"

"Neville is quite good at this," Harry said, patting him on the back. "Now if you'll excuse me."

Lenore saw Harry shoot a glance towards her roommate's friend Cho Chang. Before she could make a mental note to tell her roommate later, Neville spoke up.

"S-so, um, how have you been?"

Lenore smiled at him once again. Merlin, she was full of smiles today. "You make it sound like we haven't talked in months."

"I-it's been... a little bit."

"A week," she teased.

Neville searched his brain. "Oh. Y-you're right."

"Anyway, I'm doing great. I just can't get this patronus. Did you actually want to help or did Harry force you?"

"I-I want to help," he said. "A-as long as you want m-me to help."

"I do," she grinned. "So, you can help me with this?" She gestured to her wand.

"Y-yeah," he said, "Harry showed me the trick last week. I was rubbish at it, too. Let me see you try it."

Lenore closed her eyes and focused herself. Neville watched her long eyelashes flutter as she searched her brain and went to her happy place. After a moment, she announced, "Expecto patronum!"

Her wand let out a tiny spark of blue light, which quickly fizzed out. She stomped her foot. "That's the best it's ever been."

"Okay," Neville said slowly. "What memory are you using? Is it strong enough?"

"I'm thinking about back when I went to a muggle school and we would have parties at the roller skating rink and dance to cheesy music."

Neville blinked. "And that's a strong memory?"

"Yeah," she said sheepishly. "I... I don't know what else to use."

"Do you have a powerful memory with your family, maybe?"

Lenore hesitated. "What memory do you use?"

"Oh, um, I tried using an actual memory, but it wasn't working."

Neville got even quieter than he already was. He stepped slightly closer to her and whispered, "B-but then Harry told me he thought of his parents talking to him. He doesn't even know if it is a real memory. So… so I think of a photo of my parents that I saw as a kid. Of them laughing. B-because I... don't actually remember them laughing."

Lenore clearly had no idea what to say. She stared up at him, straight into his eyes, her soul beating down on his soul as her lips parted. He had never discussed his parents in front of her before, so her shock was understandable. She touched her hand to his forearm for just the briefest second, but Neville felt every electrifying pulse of her fingers rush up his skin and to his brain.

"That's a really good memory."

"Y-yeah," he whispered. "I-I think so. I-it works."

She gave him a soft smile, but he could see the worry behind her eyes. "I don't have anything like that to use."

"You don't have anything really happy or hopeful?"

She shook her head.

"What about something sad? What's the saddest moment of your life?"

She thought a moment. "I... I don't want to say. It's dumb compared to yours, I-"

"It's not dumb," he whispered. "I promise you. We're not in competition. Whatever made you feel sad, made you feel sad. It's a personal thing. You don't have to tell me. Just think it."

She nodded. "Now what?"

"Now, think about how you overcame the sadness. How it made you feel to be happy again."

He fell silent as Lenore stared at the ground. Her face contorted into worry, which made him sad. He did not want her to feel down, but it was necessary to conjuring a strong patronus. Feel the bad, then the good will feel even better.

"A-are you ready?"

She still stared at the ground. "Yeah."

"Okay, now hold your wand out with force. Thrust it out there. Good, practice that a few times."

Lenore did as he said. He watched her focus all her energy into her arm and out the wand.

"Now, think of your memory. Really think of it. Where does it take place? Who is there with you? How did it make you feel? When you're ready, open your eyes, thrust your wand, and shout 'Expecto patronum!'"

Lenore stood with her eyes closed for another minute. Neville could see her sucking in her cheeks and fluttering her eyelids.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A thick wisp of blue steam was released from her wand. It went about fifteen feet, and then stopped right as it seemed to be taking form.

"Neville!" she shouted. Both her hands flew to her cheeks as she dropped her wand. "Oh my god!"

Neville's shock turned into a large grin. "I knew you could do it!"

"Neville!" she gasped again. He loved when she said his name. "Thank you!"

He shook his head. "It was all you."

"No," she said firmly. "You helped."

"Wow!" Harry said from across the room. "Lenore, that was fantastic! Neville, can you come here for a minute?"

Neville turned to Lenore. "It was nice talking to you."

"You too," she smiled. "I'll see you later. Thanks again."

Neville walked back to Harry with a stupid grin on his face.

Lenore glanced down at her hand. She felt powerful, like she had actually accomplished something for once. She was not the most skilled at Defense Against the Dark Arts, she was more of a Potions person, but somehow Neville helped her channel her power. She glanced back to him, watching his best mates Seamus and Dean greet him excitedly. She smiled, glad he had grown closer with Dean and Seamus the past two years. He was a shy kid and she knew it well. He was always so nervous around her, despite the fact that she considered him a friend. She always thought she scared him. It made sense. She was a Slytherin with an unfriendly resting face and a group of friends who were chatty, not the easiest for strangers to get a word in edgewise. Not to mention her Slytherin roommates, who were actually intimating.

Angelina slung her arm over Lenore's shoulder, startling her.

"Scaredy cat," she laughed.

She wrapped her other arm around Katie and gathered the two into a small circle. She beamed up at Lenore. "You know he fancies you, right?"

Lenore blinked. "What?"

"Neville. He has a crush on you."

"No!" Lenore argued. "He's just my friend."

Angelina gave Katie a sly smile. "I don't think he would say you are 'just' his friend."

She began to panic. Neville could not fancy her. That was absurd. He obviously fancied Luna Lovegood. It was so obvious. "You're full of it."

"I am no!" Angelina laughed. "I could tell you a million signs he fancies you!"

"Please do!" Lenore said.

"He is always glancing at you," Katie pitched in.

"He gets nervous around you," Angelina added.

Lenore scoffed. "He get nervous around everyone, Ang."

"It's different," Katie corrected. "He doesn't care if he says something dumb in front of me. He picks his words very carefully around you."

Angelina practically sang her words. "Don't you notice the way he looks at you when you talk to him?"

"No," Lenore said. "How does he look at me?"

"Like nothing in the world exists except you."

Lenore broke away from Angelina's hold. "I'm sure he doesn't. He just likes talking to me."

"Exactly."

Lenore shook her head. "No."

Katie had to ask. "Do you think he's cute?"

"I…" Lenore searched her brain. Neville Longbottom? Cute? She had never thought about him that way. "Is he drop dead gorgeous? No. But do I find him attractive? I mean... yeah, in a way."

Katie and Angelina gasped.

"Just because he's so nice!" she gasped. "Boys aren't normally that nice to me. And he always has something interesting to say."

Angelina grinned. "You two would be a cute couple."

Lenore crossed her arms. "That's not going to happen."

"You never know."

"What about Seamus and Katie?" Lenore said, trying to change the subject.

"Or Angelina and George?" Katie added.

"Look at us," Angelina sassed. She pulled Katie and Lenore into a hug. "All of us have guys chasing us and the self-confidence to ignore them. Go us!"

Lenore laughed, but inside she was not sure how to feel. Angelina was being ridiculous. Girls and guys could be friends without wanting to snow each other. The very idea was dumb. Neville was just a nice guy. He did not want anything from her except a friend and Lenore knew it.

Margaux Henry was a passionate girl. She took everything to the next level. An E on her OWLs could never be good enough, she strived for an O. When someone once dared her to pet Hagrid's latest creepy creature, a blast-ended skrewt, she did not just pet the animal, she took it out of it's cage and let it crawl up her arm. When Margaux sets her mind to something, she goes big. This included her work in Dumbledore's Army, in which Margaux was a devoted member.

One Wednesday night during the month of November, the DA was having its usual weekly meeting. Margaux, Ginny Weasley, and Luna Lovegood stood in the corner, practicing their patronus charms yet another week. The previous meeting ended abruptly when Harry decided he had to leave early, so Margaux did not have enough time to finish working on her patronus. Her second attempt was not going much better than the first night. She could get a wispy cloud of her wand and it was strong enough to ward off any predators, but it had not yet taken corporeal form.

As the girls practiced the spell, Neville, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan were at another end of the room not doing any work and certainly not focused on any magic. They had just finished berating Neville on his interaction with Lenore, but now Dean lost focus. He stared at Margaux, who had taken young Nigel under her arm and was helping him with his spells.

Seamus waved a hand in front of his face, then boxed Dean's ears.

"Oi!" Dean shouted as he swung lightly at Seamus. "What was that for?"

"Focus!" Seamus clapped. "Quit starin' at Mar."

Dean had liked Margaux for a couple months now. The petite blonde girl captured his heart every time she spoke to him. She was bubbly and fun, not to mention kind and smart. She was a Gryffindor, unlike her older sister Lenore. The Henry family had been Ravenclaw for generations, only to have Lenore and Margaux come along and ruin the streak. Their dad liked to say it was their muggle mother who gave them the extra spunk to get into Slytherin and Gryffindor. While Lenore was a bit more restrained, Margaux was boisterous and constantly active in all areas of life. One might even call Margaux "high strung" in comparison to her easy-going sister, but never in a negative way. Both girls played off each other's personalities so they were quite fun to be around. While Neville had a crush on the older sister, Dean had a gut-wrenching, mind-stupefying, all encompassing compassion for Margaux.

The only problem was, she did not fancy him. She did not even tolerate him. Dean was terrible at expressing his feelings, so his flirtatious advances often came across as rude jibes.

"Nah," Dean said. "I'll stare at whoever I want."

"Stare at Neville," Seamus guffawed. "Doesn't he look handsome today?"

Neville cringed.

"Bet Lenore thought you looked handsome today," Seamus nudged him.

"No," Neville flushed red. "Please stop."

Seamus rolled his eyes. "You two are insane. Can we shut up about birds for once and just focus on a different topic?"

Neville and Dean did not reply. Their eyes were both fixated on the sisters across the room. Dean could see Margaux gesturing for her sister, but he could not hear was she was saying.

"Lenore!" Margaux called.

Her sister glared over at her. "What?"

"Come here!"

"Why?"

"Just come here!"

Lenore excused herself from Angelina and Katie and made her way over to her little sister. "What?"

"Help Nigel with this spell."

"HA!" Lenore said. "I can barely do it. Neville had to help me."

"Ohhh," Margaux smiled.

"Shut up!" she nudged her little sister. Margaux could see her blush. "A boy can be nice to me without fancying me. But, hey, you know who does fancy you? Dean."

Margaux made a face. "Shut up, no he doesn't."

"It's true!" Lenore said. "I heard him talking about it."

"You are such a liar," Margaux said. "He's an asshole to me."

"It's all a cover," Lenore grinned. "It's an act. I can see right through stuff like that."

Margaux plugged her ears. "LA LA LA, WHO CARES ABOUT HIM."

"Okay!" Lenore laughed, forcing Margaux's arms down from her ears. "But he's literally looking at you right now."

Margaux searched around the room for Dean. Sure enough, they made eye contact for a split second.

Dean tried to play it off like he was casually looking around.

"Fuck," Dean said. "She's looking at me. That means they're talking about me. I knew Lenore heard you morons talking about Margaux the other day."

Seamus laughed. "Mate, it was you talking about her. All we did was ask questions to keep the conversation going."

His heart thumped out of his chest. He was being stupid, he knew. Margaux was gorgeous and kind. Even bloke in the school wanted her. Her friendliness and charm was often mistaken for flirting and it often got her into awkward situations. Blokes just don't understand that basic human kindness does not mean she wanted a snog, and Dean knew it. Margaux was outgoing, unlike her sister. Lenore was introverted and not as emotional as Margaux. Lenore could not be swayed by emotions (either hers or anybody else's), but emotions ran Margaux's life. She was a Gryffindor, for sure.

Meanwhile, Margaux was still arguing with Lenore.

"Whatever," Margaux said. "All that matters is that he annoys me, so no thanks."

"ALRIGHT!" Harry announced. "Everybody circle up!"

The group surrounded Harry and he stood on top of a wooden box, looking out over the crowd.

"We're finished with the patronus charm for today. Let's review Expelliarmus. I'll partner you up."

Harry pointed out pairs of people at random, although partially attempting to partner people with someone they were not friends with.

"Dean, Margaux," he pointed.

Dean's eyes shot over to Neville and Seamus. Their two faces were a mixture of panic and elation.

"Everyone, stand across from your partner," Harry said. "We're going to practice the disarming spell one more time before we break for the night."

Margaux smiled wickedly at Dean. He felt his heart pang. They faced each other and on Harry's command, Dean shouted, "Expelliarmus!"

Margaux's wand shot out of her hand. As it clattered to the floor, she stomped her foot and yelled, "Who decided you got to go first?"

Dean got a smug look on his face. "I wasn't aware either of us was going first. I thought this was a competition."

Margaux picked up her wand. "You arsehole!"

"You know you like competition!"

She glared at him. Dean wished he could be more like Neville. He was always so nice to Lenore, so shy and thoughtful. When he was around Margaux, Dean blurted out every stupid thing he could think of and for some reason, his mind always jumped to challenging her. It drove him crazy and he wished he could stop. Margaux would never understand that he was flirting. She had not understood it for all the months he fancied her.

"So," she said, "we go at the same time and see who's more powerful?"

"Exact-"

"Expelliarmus!" Margaux shouted, knocking Dean's wand on the ground.

Dean dove down for his wand and quickly returned to his feet. Again, he shouted the spell, but Margaux managed to dodge it. She shot at him and he ducked, then returned fire. The playful fight escaped faster than Dean realized. There they were, running about the room laughing and tumbling in between their loud incantations. Nobody else in the room was as lively as them. Those around them gave curious glances as to what made the pair so rowdy.

"Dean!" Margaux!" Harry said. "You're going to hurt somebody!"

At that exact moment, Margaux shouted the spell with all her might. The force sent Dean flying back and into a bookcase. Several books toppled onto him, one giving him a nasty gash across his forehead.

"Merlin…" Harry said, rubbing his temples.

Margaux ran over to Dean. She picked the books off him as Dean's entire body throbbed.

"Dean! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Dean said, as his forehead poured out blood, "I'll be fine."

"I'm so sorry!" Margaux gushed. "I don't know what happened!"

"It's okay," he said. "Really, I feel fine."

He took the hand Margaux was holding out and stood up. As soon as he was upright, he began to sway wildly. Margaux had to catch him from meeting the ground once more. Harry arrived with a small hand towel to wipe up Dean's wound. By this point, blood had dripped all the way down to his neck.

"He needs to go to the hospital wing," Harry said. "Can somebody take him?"

"We got him, mate," Seamus said, gesturing to himself and Neville.

"Let me take him!" Margaux said. "It's all my fault!"

"You can come with us," Seamus said. "You hold that cloth to his forehead, we'll help him walk."

Margaux gave a short nod. Her face was filled with worry as she pressed the towel securely to his head. They made sure the coast was clear and then started their trek to the hospital wing in silence. After some time, Margaux began to sniffle. She was being dumb. Dean would be fine. It would be okay. After a second sniffle, she made eye contact with Neville.

"Are… are you crying?" he asked gently.

"No," Margaux said, as she tried to disguise the crack in her voice.

Seamus looked at her carefully. "But you are."

"What's wrong?" Neville said.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I feel so bad. I didn't mean to hurt him."

"It's okay, Mar," Dean mumbled. His eyes seemed to be glazed over and his head had rolled back.

"Sometimes I get so caught up in things that I forget how competitive I am," she said. "I don't like causing people to get hurt."

Dean's eyes were closed at this point. Neville wasn't sure whether Dean could hear Margaux, so he replied for him. "It's okay, Margaux, really. He understands. And he would feel the same way if he had hurt you. Worse, actually. He'd be a mess."

Margaux nodded. "O-okay. Thank you."

Seamus opened the double doors and almost immediately Madame Pomphrey, the school healer, let out a gasp. "What did you do to him?" she screeched. "He looks to have more blood outside his body than inside!"

The three exchanged a nervous glance. Margaux spoke up quickly. "I was in the library, putting my books away, and Dean offered to shelve the books for me. Very kind of him, actually. As he was using magic to put one on the very top shelf, he got distracted and the book came tumbling down onto his face."

"Oh my," Madame Pomphrey sighed. "Keep his head elevated. Have him sit up straight on that bed."

Seamus and Neville helped Dean into bed as Margaux kept a tight hold on his head. Madame Pomphrey returned a short minute later with a few bottles of blood-replenishing potion. She took the towel away from his forehead and cleaned the wound.

"It's better than I expected," she assured the noticeably nervous Margaux. "I can fix the wound right now and he'll be out of here within an hour."

"Would you mind staying with him, Margaux?" Seamus asked. "We've got a lot of homework, including a nasty potions essay due tomorrow."

Neville's eyes grew wide.

"Of course!" Margaux said. "I'll walk him back to the tower."

"Thanks, doll. We appreciate you. So does Dean."

Seamus shoved Neville towards the door and the second the double doors slammed shut, Neville cried, "Potions essay! When did Snape assign that?"

"Shut up, ya ninny," Seamus hushed him. "There is no essay. Don't you think Dean would like a little private time with Margaux?"

Realization swept over Neville. "Ohh. Wow. You're a genius."

"He needs time to charm the little lass. And even better, we won't be there to hear all the mushy shit."

Neville thought a moment. "I never really got the impression she fancied him until she started crying just now."

Seamus grabbed Neville's arm and shook it. "I KNOW! Dean's gonna be thrilled. She might not fancy him, but she definitely cares about him."

"Oh yeah, definitely" Neville said.

"Maybe next week Lenore can injure you," Seamus joked. "Maybe that'll speed things up a bit."

Neville rolled his eyes.

About forty-five minutes later, Madame Pomphrey released Dean from the hospital. He was still a little loopy, so Margaux held him steady by the arm as they returned to the dormitories. She really hoped he was doing alright. She felt so bad for hurting him.

"I'm sorry, again," she said.

"No," he slurred, "everything is okay."

Margaux smiled. "Are you embarrassed about being bested by a book?"

"Next time, I'll beat the living daylights out of that book," he smiled. His amusement quickly turned into a drug induced glee. "You're so pretty, Margaux."

Margaux squinted. "Okayyy, thanks, Dean. You're pretty, too."

"Thank you!" he said. "I know!" His eyes were closed and his smile was wide. As they turned the corner, he rammed his shoulder into the wall.

"Oh, pardon me, miss," he said politely to the wall. He reached up and tipped the imaginary hat on his head. Margaux tried to stifle her laughter. He was an arse to her, but an amusing arse. Margaux knew he was never truly being mean when he was rude to her. He was just difficult and stubborn. She did not hate him, despite what he thought. The last time he accused her of hating him, she agreed with him. She instantly regretted it. She stared up at him for a moment, at his dark brown eyes, his curly hair, and his arm slung around her. Dean was annoying, but she did not hate him. The pair walked in silence until they reached the Gryffindor entrance.

"So," Dean turned to Margaux, "ya come here often?"

Margaux gave him a confused look. "I live here."

"I'm practicing my chat-up lines," he smiled.

"It wasn't very good," she laughed.

"You don't think so?"

"No, not at all."

Dean stared at her a moment. "You're so pretty, Mar."

"You've mentioned that," she smiled. "And you better stop mentioning it before I punch you."

She noticed how dangerously close she was so Dean's face. His lips were mere centimeters from hers.

"You don't want me to call you pretty?"

"No," she said firmly.

Dean nodded. "I won't. You're more than pretty, though, Mar. You're you."

Her lips parted. You're you. Holy shit, that was probably the most romantic thing a bloke had ever said to her. She shook her head. This was Dean. He was going to end with a joke or an insult. He did not actually think she was pretty.

"You don't want to kiss me?" he whispered.

"I..."

Her eyes flickered between his eyes and lips. "If you don't want me to, say no."

Margaux was silent. She could not get her brain to work. Her mouth was not connected to her brain. No. No, she could say 'no' if she wanted. The thing is, she did not want to say no. She had never actually kissed a bloke before. It sounded stupid. She was fifteen and had never kissed a boy. Apparently that was normal, but she was teased for it by her friends. The truth is, she was scared. She just wanted one kiss, just to get over the fear. One kiss, from a nobody. That nobody would be Dean.

He was so, so close to her and she could feel his hot breath. He smelled like electric mint.

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Do it."

His lips met hers and her stomach unfurled from its knot. He tasted sweet and minty and he made her brain buzz. She kissed him once, then he leaned away slowly. Their eyes met for a split second, then he pressed a finger to Margaux's nose.

"Bop," he said, with a flick of his wrist.

Margaux's mouth dropped open. She was stunned. She was not sure if Dean knew what he was doing. He could not have. He did not know what he was doing. She shook her head. Hopefully he would not remember this in the morning.

"Margaux," Dean said. "Where is Jimmy?"

"Jimmy?" she snapped out of her daze.

"The unicorn that teaches me French! Oh, Jimmy is a cheeky lad."

This confirmed to Margaux that Dean was out of it. She brushed the kiss off as a side affect of the drugs. She guided him through the portrait hole and towards the boys dormitory stairs. "Jimmy's up there," she said with a slight shove. "But first he wants you to take a short nap."

"I'm coming Jimmy!" Dean screeched as he ran up the stairs, tripping midway, but getting right back up again. Before he continued up, he turned to face Margaux. "Jimmy would like you."

"Tell Jimmy thank you," Margaux laughed.

Dean disappeared up the stairs. Margaux sighed. That was incredibly weird.