Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter. It is all the spawn of JK Rowling's wonderful head.
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"Ron calm down." Harry said, for about the sixth time in ten minutes. His red-headed friend, Ronald, was pacing from side to side of the room. In Harry's opinion, he was overreacting. Again.
"How am I meant to do that, Harry, eh?"
"You sit down. You relax. You let it go. Calm, in a nutshell."
"B-but he-they-argh!" He exclaimed, grabbing a pillow and hurling it across the room in anger. "Hermione...that's low. Percy? Why Percy? Why not me?" He said, his jaw jutting slightly.
"We're all adults. And I might as well remind you that Hermione caught you snogging Padma Patil senseless. So that's why it's not you. And she and Percy like each other. Percy's your brother, and I trust him." Replied Harry, not looking up from his Quidditch book.
"But-"
"Ron, stop being childish. You know for a fact that this whole conversation is stupid. Be a big boy, and accept it. Got that?"
Ron gulped; Harry was the one who knocked some sense into him.
"It's just strange, you know. Because-because we're best mates, all three of us, and one of them's going out with my brother, the other one with my sister, and I'm just here, Billy-no-mates."
"Well, there is Padm-"
"No. She found out that I was still with Hermione at the time, so that earned me a well-aimed kick."
Harry struggled to keep from laughing, but failed epically epically.
"Oh, shut up." Ron scolded, swatting at his best friend, but smiling all the same.
Hermione and Ginny walked in, but after seeing the looks in Ron and Harry's eyes, the turned to each other, before turning back to the boys.
"I'm not even going to bother." They stated, creepily, at the same time.