Another head aches, another heart breaks

I am so much older than I can take

And my affection, well it comes and goes

"Harry. Haaaa-haha-hareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," Parvati beckoned, fall down drunk.

"Parvi, you're drunk out of your mind," Harry said, helping Parvati up from her position on the great woven rug. "Why don't we go upstairs and get you some--"

"I've been waiting for this," Parvati said, trying to sound as appealing as a drunken teenager can sound. "Ever since we started going out in sixth year. You're the one." She held up two fingers, as Harry scooped him up in her arms to bring them to the room. "And tonight, I will give you my flower…"

Harry doubted that they would be having sex. He knew that in less then five minutes, Parvati would be lying on his bed, while he brought a few pillows and a cover on the floor, and she'd be sick the next morning. It happened before.

Since their NEWTS had ended a month ago, every couple of nights there was a huge party in the Room of Requirement. It was mostly sixth and seventh years, getting drunk, making out, the sort of thing Harry saw in those stupid Muggle movies that Dudley watched.

It was the third party in a row where Parvati had been wasted and told Harry about her fantasy. While it was true, they had been dating for almost two years. But Harry was getting sick of these stupid parties. He usually went because Parvati went. Sometimes Ron would come, and there were a few occasions where Hermione went with him. But usually they stayed in the common room, cuddling by the fire, talking about what they were going to do after Hogwarts. Harry envied them. He felt he had outgrown Parvati.

As he climbed up the steps into the Gryffindor Common room, Parvati started snoring. Harry gave a little laugh to himself, and set Parvati on the couch. He leaned against the arm of the couch for a moment, and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 3:17. Chances were, if he was lucky, he'd get a grand total of three hours of sleep. It didn't really matter, though. They only had two weeks of class left, and all the professors were busy preparing their younger students for final exams anyways. He sighed, and he heard a cough.

Harry's head snapped in the direction of the noise. It was Ginny. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god it was you," Harry said to Ginny. "I thought it was McGonagall coming to investigate again." Ginny smiled.

"Another party?" She asked. Harry nodded. "Did Parvati pass out again?"

"Yeah. Just once, I'd like to skip the parties. But she always wants to go," Harry said.

"Well, you don't always have to go with her, do you?" Ginny asked. She wished he would just stay with her, talking about books with a warm cup of cocoa. But he was with Parvati. They were one of the 'it' couples. 'It' couples just don't hang out apart.

"Well, I feel, this may sound stupid, but I feel obligated. Not only because we're dating," Ginny cringed when he said that. "But, I think that no one else would help her. It's my duty as her boyfriend, you know?" Ginny nodded, but inside, she knew the answer was no.

Sure, she had a few dates. She went out with Colin for a month, and even Neville had taken her to the Three Broomsticks a few times. But she knew the only one she had felt close to loving was Harry. But, he was taken. And she knew that wasn't going to change anytime soon.