You can find the links to the previous parts in the note :)
Like every Friday night since the start of the school year, Harry was sitting in his dorm with his closest friends, sharing jokes and butterbeers. Ron was the exception, though. Lying on his belly, he was trying to finish his DADA essay due for the day before as Dean doodled encouragement on his drafts. The sooner he would be done, the sooner they’d be able to sneak out of the castle to the Quidditch pitch for a midnight game. The official Gryffindor team has asked him to keep playing as their seeker, but he had politely declined the offer after their first game. He couldn’t fly in the red colours; not anymore; not without his friends flying by his side. The win wasn’t worth the emptiness he felt above the grounds. Still, Harry came to their trainings, cheering and mocking whenever needed. But he missed the adrenaline, diving to the ground and the mesmerizing fly of the Snitch. Until the day Ron suggest a quick match after one of his trainings. Flying around chasing each other, they soon found out it was far more entertaining to wait for the sun to go down. Tonight they’d planned a 3 vs 3, chaser, keeper, seeker; Neville unexpectedly agreeing on playing Chaser, and if Ron hurried up, the odds were on their favour. On the Marauder's Map, Filch and Mrs Norris had begun their tour in the dungeon.
“Will you be done in thirty minutes?” he asked his friend, accustomed to their routine. In thirty minutes, they’d be climbing the Ravenclaw tower, leaving them free to walk out in the corridors.
“How look did it took you to do your essay?
-So how could I be done in thirty minutes? Plus Dean’s drawings are messing up my answers.” He growled as an ink knight piss on his third paragraph, making the room burst from laugher. “Can’t you just snog Seamus for Merlin tits?
-I don’t just snog Seamus.” He countered, holding his ribs. Hermione had add a friend beside the knight, and he was currently handing him some butterbeers, dropping half of their content on the parchments.
“Come on! I’ll never be done with it!
-Then hurry up! Who knows what they’ll do when they got drunk!” Harry guffawed, not so sure that the Quidditch game was still going to be the highlight of his day.
“What? No! Come on, Dean, erase them!
-Do you mean they don’t they deserve a little bit of fun?” he asked, hovering his feather above the parchment, all malice and pride.
“How do you fuck a knight in shining armour?” Seamus suddenly wondered out loud, making Ron turn red at the thought of having drawings shagging on his essay.
“You pervert! Come on Harry, let’s get to the Quidditch pitch.” Ron forfeited, standing up.
“I think I wanna stay there. See how it goes.
-Stop playing the virgin, Weasley. We all know you aren’t anymore.” Seamus teased, throwing a pillow at him. “Or maybe it’s disturbing you because they’re two guys?
-Who said the knight was a guy?” Hermione retorted, taking it suddenly more seriously.
“It could be a fucking hippogriff for what I care! I just don’t want it on my essay! Draw porn elsewhere!
-You could draw porn on me.
-Seamus!” they yelled in harmony, watching hilarious their friend taking down his shirt in the unsexyest way ever.
“I’m gonna miss you.” Neville stated, matter-of-factly.
On the bed, Dean let his ink dripped on Seamus’s skin. “What are you on about, mate?” he asked for everyone.
With a quick glance toward a nodding Harry, Neville answered in a breath. “I’m leaving Hogwarts on the 24th.”
“Shut up, please.” Harry ordered politely, cutting his friends’s thousand questions mumbling. “Let him talk.
As the dorm felt silence, Neville started telling them the same story he told Harry a few days before.
The story of a boy who fell in love with a girl he wasn’t supposed to like and how they were now going to have a baby girl, named Alyssa Longbottom.
Know it has been tested on 2 of my marvellous friends, and they both told me it was funny. I then declined all responsability if you didn't laugh -or smiled- a little bit :)