No sequel to So You Ended Up a Potter but I decided to do this one-shot.

Things to Know:
Harry and his friends have graduated. They're about 20.
The younger siblings are still in Hogwarts except for the ones that are obviously older and just left.
Harry and Dudley and Neville share a flat in London. Ron, Dean and Seamus have the flat across the hall.
Padma and Parvati have a flat in the same building. Hermione and Ginny also share a flat.
Ron and Hermione are dating. Eew-but whatev.
Dean and Padma have been dating since 6th year at Hogwarts.
Harry and Parvati are not and never have dated. Neither have Dudley or Padma.

Halloween was never a peaceful day in Harry Potter's opinion. This year was no exception. The day started with him breaking up with girlfriend of two months and her throwing a tantrum worse than his 16 year old sister. Good riddance.

Then he and his flatmates went out on their day. During his lunch break from his training to be a Hit Man like his godfather he'd learned that his friend Ron was thinking of proposing to his girlfriend of three years, Hermione-who was also a good friend of Harry.

Then Ron had not subtly hinted that Ginny still cared for him and now that he was single again he could always give their relationship a go again. Hardly not. He'd dated her when he was 16 and dumped her for good reason. It was just too weird seeing how he considered the Weasleys to be family.

Then there was a large raid in Wales and the Ministry needed back-up and Harry's squad had been sent over even though they weren't fully trained. A couple of people had been injured but luckily Harry was not one of them.

And just to add insult to injury, when later that evening, Harry sat in his flat with his mates and his cousin to play a peaceful game of poker after a long stress-filled day Parvati burst through his flat door her eyes aflame and her hair wild.

Harry threw his cards down on the table in frustration. He loved Parvati. Truly he did. They'd been friends for years and had stuck together through ex-girlfriends, cheating ex-boyfriends and Voldemort. But sometimes he really just wished she would be more docile and demure.

"I haven't had a good day," she snarled as introduction as she paced in his kitchen. The guys had taken one look at her and just continued playing. "Some cow at the office said that my designs were awful and wouldn't be placed in the line and I should learn my place as an intern. Then I find out that my little sister is dating Neville of all people."

Neville flushed guiltily.

"Then I get home to see my twin sister sobbing," Parvati continued. "And for what? Because her boyfriend decided that they should take a break!" She stopped to glare at Dean. "Conveniently after they slept together for the first time just a month ago."

Dean ducked his head. "Do you know how used and cheap she feels?" she ranted. "Do you?"

"Look Parvati," Harry sighed.

"Oh and don't get me started on you," Parvati whirled around to glare at Harry. "Until you replace my favorite Chanel sunglasses you don't get to even look at me let alone talk to me! Got it?"

Parvati composed herself and walked toward the door. She turned back for a second. "I just thought I'd inform you guys that I am unhappy. And when I'm unhappy-NO ONE gets to be happy. So Weasley, you might not want to propose anytime soon if you know what's good for you."

Then she slammed the door behind her.

"Why," Dudley asked Harry. "Oh why, did you give her a bloody key?"

Harry shrugged. "I thought she'd gotten over being a drama queen."

"This is Parvati we're talking about!" Dean cried.

"And what's this I hear about you and Padma?" Dudley asked dangerously. He was still close to Padma and still way overprotective.

"It's not what you think," Dean said quickly. Then he sighed. "I've been with Padma for four years now. I just wanted to see if I could live without her."

"Yeah, after you shagged her right?" Ron asked.

"It's not like I planned it or anything!" Dean cried out defensively. "Besides, we'd been dating for four years; don't you think it's about time we shagged?"

They all nodded absently until Harry realized something. "Do you mean to tell me the last time you had sex was in fifth year when you were messing around with Lavender?"

Dean nodded sadly. The guys all whistled sympathetically. "I love her; I didn't even realize it that much until after we did it."

"You just better get your mess together," Dudley warned Dean. "Padma is not going to cry after you for long."

"Oh yeah," Neville agreed. "She's going to get angry in a couple of days."

"Best get your things out of their flat now mate," Seamus advised.

Now Dean looked worried.

Harry was finally settling into bed that evening when he felt his bed dip.

"Harry? Are you awake?" the voice asked.

Harry groaned loudly but lifted the coverlet and let Parvati cuddle next to him. She kissed his cheek happily and settled in. Every few months, after a really bad day Parvati would come and sleep at Harry's flat. It went vice versa as well but somehow Harry knew Parvati was coming to him that night instead of the other way around.

"Am I a bad designer?" Parvati asked in a small voice.

Harry sighed and ran his hand through Parvati's now shoulder length hair. "No," he said truthfully. "You're the best."

He felt a few hot tears on his bare chest. "Then why am I still stuck being the coffee girl?" she asked.

"One day you'll start your own design label and bankrupt Fashions by Linda," Harry vowed. "You just wait until it's your turn."

Parvati wiped away her tears and squeezed Harry. "I love you Harry."

"Love you too," Harry whispered before falling asleep.

Not surprisingly, that evening was the best night's sleep Harry had for a while. The same went for Parvati. Seeing how neither woke before noon it was lucky that they had no previous engagements.

Bouncing around happily, Parvati demanded that Harry take her to brunch and they spend the day together. She dressed in a pair of his sweatshirts and jeans and dragged him down a busy London street. They settled at a Starbucks and sat outside.

"I miss this," she said wistfully as she took of sip of her French Vanilla espresso.

"What?"

"Hanging out with you without some stupid blonde on your arm," Parvati said archly.

Harry nodded. He missed this too.

"So you're definitely over?" Harry asked Parvati as they walked hand-in-hand through London.

She sighed sadly. "Yup. I mean I can take Charlie's roaming eyes, I can take his jealousy about you, but I refuse to accept the fact that he's screwing his secretary. You know he had the nerve to blame me?"

"How so?"

"He said that if I had put out more often he wouldn't have had to look for his pleasure elsewhere."

Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed. "You deserve better anyway," he said loyally, kissing the crown of her head.

"Yeah, but I'm dreading him coming to take his stuff," Parvati said.

"I told you not to let him keep his crap at your house," Harry said angrily.

"Not his crap," Parvati snapped. "Like the jewelry he gave me, and like the shirts I stole from him when he spent the night."

Harry didn't want to hear about other guys sleeping over with Parvati. It made him angry to think of all the guys who used her. The fact that she had actually slept with them-.

"Thank God I never slept with him," Parvati mentioned after a brief silence.

Harry froze. "You didn't?"

"No!" she looked up at his astonished face. "Oh come on, don't look at me like that, I can't bear it."

"I'm sorry, I'm just-surprised."

"Yeah well-don't start thinking of me as the Virgin Mary," Parvati warned. "We fooled around sure, but I never actually slept with the guy. My mum always says that you never sleep with a guy until you have his life-long commitment and bank account."

Harry laughed. It sounded just like Shila. Harry looked up and saw that they were about to pass Chanel. He steered her into the store.

"What are you doing?" she asked when he dragged her into Chanel.

"Pick a pair," Harry told her referring to the sunglasses on display.

"Harry I was just kidding," Parvati laughed. "It was over ten years ago."

"I know, but I want you to pick a pair," he insisted.

Parvati grinned devilishly. "Well," she said slowly. "If you insist."

An hour later they finally left Chanel. Parvati got her sunglasses and a bottle of perfume but not before trying every pair of glasses and sampling every bottle of perfume-even the ones she already owned.

"You never know if they smell differently in the store," she insisted.

Harry paid for both without batting an eyelash. The wide smile on her face was worth it.

"I've given you back your sunglasses," Harry said as they walked back toward their flat building.

Parvati let out a happy trill as she put her new sunglasses on. "Yup." She turned to face him. "Thank you," she said sincerely.

Harry knew that she was thanking him for more than the sunglasses. He kissed her cheek softly. "It was my pleasure."

The electricity was almost palpable. It seemed only natural that Harry's lips leave her cheek…and work their way left to her lips. And it seemed only natural that Parvati would sigh into his mouth and place her hands around his neck. And it seemed only natural to be slowly kissing each other until a loud shout and a car skidding to a stop interrupted.

It also seemed completely natural for Parvati to smile softly at Harry and take his hand until they walked the rest of the way to their flat building.

I'm tempted to continue this as a series of one-shots based around the So You Ended Up a Potter characters! If anyone is interested just let me know and I'll continue it. If I do continue you it then I'll change the titled to: Those Darn Potters. The main characters will always be a Potter or Dudley.

Happy Reading,

PruePotter