A/N: Whee, lots of reviews and story alert ads! My inbox has been flooded with them; I swear…I'm not used to it. ^_^ Thanks everyone! You all are so amazing. I hope I can keep making this story as good as you all seem to think it is…lol.

Disclaimer: I haven't done this for a while, felt I should update it…I don't own really anything but the characters in here that don't appear in the HP books. No songs, no characters…maybe some of my side story lines, but…other than that, nothing. JK rules and she owns all.

Ch. 7

I emailed Emily the next day, after not being able to reach anyone by phone, asking her to tell me what I should do about the whole "love triangle" Seamus had created. Or that I created. I wasn't quite sure. I just knew that every time I looked at Parvati, I felt terrible.

But then, when I looked at Seamus, I didn't feel terrible. I felt…happy. Which then made me feel even worse.

And, every time I looked at Harry, I just felt awkward.

We had about a week and a half after the party to get ready for the Christmas holiday. I was going to my dad's for Christmas; it was going to be just him and me. Everyone back home in America was going to be shipping their presents to us, due to the whole mom-not-being-there thing. After I was done with doing homework or studying or whatever was occupying me at the time (code for couple's time), I would check my email to see if Emily had replied, then go about and pack some more.

She never replied. I started chewing on my tongue and having shifty eyes every time I saw Parvati near me. I hated myself for doing what I was doing, and I knew I'd have to face it eventually. I just wanted to get Christmas over with.

"So, where are you going for holiday?" Seamus asked me the day we were to leave for break at lunch. He had taken to sit next to me since the party, which no one seemed to think was strange.

"Oh, my dad's. We're having a low-key Christmas thing." I then realized I hadn't told him about my mom. I decided to stop there with the details. "How about you?"

"Just going home, as usual. Spending the holiday with my parents." His accent made me melt. He cleared his throat a bit, and then shifted in his seat. "You know, I've been writing my mom about you."

I almost choked on my apple juice. "You have?"

He nodded. "All good things, of course."

"Better have been."

"She said she wanted to meet you. Sometime." He shifted a bit. "Is that too forward?"

I shook my head, even though I did feel it was a bit forward. "No, not at all. I'd love to meet her! You'll have to meet my dad, though…you realize that?"

"Of course."

"Okay, just making sure."

"Good morning!" Su made me jump when she slid onto the bench between Seamus and I. Catching Seamus' eye, I could tell he was not too happy about her intrusion.

"Good morning, Su darling." I tore one of my pieces of toast in half. "Haven't seen you in a while."

She started beaming. "Well…there have been reasons for that, I must say."

"Do tell." I said with my mouth full of toast. I hoped Seamus wasn't looking. I'm not attractive when I eat.

"I've been packing for my trip, mostly. Mom's taking me to Seoul for break. But," she started twirling a strand of her hair on her finger, "there is the whole Terry thing…"

I almost choked on my toast. "You loser! You haven't said a thing to me!"

She giggled. "I know. I've been hoarding information from everyone. I just can't keep it secret anymore!" She threw her arms in the air, hitting both Seamus and me in the face with the sleeves of her robes. "I'm going out with Terry Boot!"

"As in Ravenclaw Terry Boot?" Seamus asked, rubbing his eye.

She turned to Seamus and nodded. "Yep. Happened after Slughorn's party. There was some mistletoe as we were walking back to the common room, and…well," her eyes shone, "I'm sure you can guess the rest."

"You're such a loser!" I said, giving her a playful punch on the shoulder. "So much for being one of my best friends…I worked hard to get you to even talk to the boy in the first place, and you don't even tell me when you end up being an item? No way to repay your matchmaker."

"I'll buy you pocky when I'm in Korea."

"Deal." I tore off another piece of toast and stuffed it in my mouth. "Chocolate kind, okay?"

"Nah, I thought you wanted the almond. Of course I'll get you the chocolate." She looked down at her watch. "All right, I've got to go pack a bit more, then meet Terry for…well…" She cleared her throat. "I'll see you lot later?"

"'Kay. Bye Su."

She jumped up and positively skipped out of the Great Hall.

"What's pocky?" Seamus asked, taking a sip of whatever it was he was drinking.

"Little mini breadstick thingies dipped in chocolate. It's an Asian thing."

"Oh…wait, you're Asian?"

"Seamus. Koromashi. Seriously."

He turned a little pink. "Ha, yeah, I guess that would be a clue. Sorry. You don't look Asian is all."

"I'm only half Japanese, but I look almost identical to my mom. If you were to look at my dad, and then look at me, you probably wouldn't even be able to tell we were related."

"Oh, wow. My parents both have red hair. I don't know where I got my blonde from."

I smiled at him. He smiled back. Fluffy moment.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of long, dark hair and dark skin. The Patil twins. Parvati.

"Uhh, Seamus, I've got to finish packing. I'll see you later today, okay?"

"Okay. See you later then." He winked at me, and I felt myself melt a bit more.

Grrr. I needed to get my head straight.

~*~

"Still no emails…" I said as I sat in a compartment on the train going back from Hogwarts. Emily still hadn't emailed me. Neither had any of my other friends. Or Lorissa. Or even my father.

I was a little worried. I at least got messages from my dad.

"What are you doing?" Seamus leaned over in his seat.

"Hey! Private!" I picked up my laptop and held it in the air. "You don't look over someone's shoulder when they're reading their emails!"

"Oh. I didn't know."

Su chuckled at his actions, and Seamus shot her a glare. She then stuck her tongue out, and looked back at the sliding doors, obviously waiting for Terry to come in.

"He'll find you, don't worry." I said, not taking my eyes off of my computer screen. I was going to my myspace page to see if anyone had even tried to contact me.

"Is this one of those…computers we learned about in Muggle Studies?" Seamus asked, wide-eyed as he watched me move the cursor around the screen.

"Aww, you're cute, Seamus." I started pinching his cheek, and then stopped. "Oh, you're serious."

He nodded.

"Sorry. I forgot…one of the differences between Hogwarts and Ashberry is that Ashberry has embraced electricity, electrical appliances, computers, and central heating and air." I typed in my password on the myspace page, then clicked log in. "Yes, hon, this is a computer."

"Wow." He watched me move the page up and down with the arrow keys. "What can you do with it?"

"Anything, really. Check mail sent through cyberspace, read people's journals, find out useful information, watch crazy videos – "

"Youtube!" Su randomly yelled. I nodded.

"Youtube's for crazy videos. You can also set up your own little pieces of cyberspace, like I did here," I showed him my myspace page, "and even look up porn!"

That caught his attention. "Porn?"

Su rolled her eyes. "Guys…"

"Yes, Seamus, porn. But, you have to be careful of what sites you go to, because some of them can infect your computer and make them slow and fall apart on themselves."

His eyes were glazed over a bit. I shook my head and went back to looking at myspace. No one had tried to get in contact with me at all. I was…disappointed, to say the least.

The door slid open, and Terry came running in. "Sorry. Took a bit to get in here." His hair was all messed up, and he seemed out of breath.

"Terry, are you okay?" Su asked as he sat next to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Had to run to make sure I made the train is all." He ran a hand through his hair. It made me think of Harry. He hadn't apologized to me yet about ditching me at the party. Or even tried to talk to me, for that matter. I looked out the window, and who did I see…but Harry, getting all of his stuff underneath the train. He looked up, and I swear he saw me, because he held his gaze a little longer than someone would if they were just looking up at the train windows. He looked back down at his shoes and followed Ron into the train.

"Krys, you all right?" Seamus touched my hand. I looked back over at him and forced a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

~*~

"My dad should be here…" I said, standing on my tiptoes to see over the crowd of heads at the train platform.

"Did he give you a place he'd meet you?" Su asked me, also trying to scan the crowd for him, which I thought was funny, since she had no idea what he looked like.

"No, but I thought-" I was cut off by the sound of Robert Plant's screams from Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song", and the vibrations in my pocket. My dad was calling.

"Immigrant Song, hmm?" Su asked. She started laughing.

"Figured it was manly enough." I dug my phone out of my pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?"

I started waving my free arm above my head. "See an arm waving?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. Smart move. I'll be there in a second."

"Okay." I hung up the phone.

"Can I see that?" Seamus asked, pointing at the phone.

"Uhh…sure." I gave it to him, and he started looking it over. He flipped it open, and his eyes got wide.

"There you are!" My dad yelled, and came over to me. "I was hoping I didn't miss you, or that you went home with someone else or something."

"Nope, I'm here. Got some people for you to meet. Seamus," I said, trying to take the phone away from him, "come over here."

"But…it's interesting."

"You can look at it later, I promise." He gave the phone back (quite reluctantly, actually…I thought it was funny) and stood by me. "This is Seamus Finnigan. Seamus, this is my dad." They both shook hands.

"Seamus? Irish, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, son. Who are these lovely people behind you?" Dad pointed to Su and Terry, who were standing behind Seamus.

"Oh, that's Terry Boot and Su Li. You remember Su?"

"Yes, she was the one who led you up to Dumbledore's office your first day, right?"

Su and I both nodded. "Hi, Mr. Koromashi," Su said, her voice dripping with sweetness, "Nice to see you again."

"You too, my dear. So," his gaze went back to me, "do you have all of your stuff?"

"Yeah, it's right over here," I gestured to the cart full of stuff that was near Su. "I was going to help these three find their parents, is that okay?"

"Sure. I'll be right back then, okay? I'll call you to find you."

"All right, sounds good." I turned to Seamus, and found him already waving someone down. A woman who looked no older than 26 started strolling towards us, her long, cherry red hair bouncing behind her. She seemed ecstatic when she spotted us, and started running as fast as her stiletto heels could carry her.

"Ah, Seamus, my boy!" She hugged him close to her, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I've missed you!"

"Missed you too, mom."

Mom? MOM??!?!

"Whoa, that's your mom?" I said, more towards Seamus than his apparent mother, but she heard it anyways.

"Yes, I'm his mother. Expecting someone different?"

"Umm…I expected someone a lot older, actually. You look fairly young to be a mother of a kid who's 16."

His mom looked straight at me, eyes glassy. "Aww, sweet thing you are. Us Averies tend to age well." She started petting Seamus' head, which made him turn a little pink in the cheeks. "Too bad for the Finnigans, though…they really don't. I hope Seamus got more my genes than his father's." She paused, as if something in her mind just clicked. "Wait, Seamus, introduce me to this wonderful girl here."

"Well, mom, this is Krystel, my gir-"

Robert Plant started screaming again. "Sorry, excuse me." I said to both of them, digging out my phone and flipping it open. "Yes, father." I said.

"Wave your arm again." He said.

I stood on my tiptoes and waved my free arm up above the crowd.

"Got it. Be there in a second."

"All right." I closed the phone and turned back to the Finnigans. "Sorry about that, my dad's coming to pick me up soon."

"It's fine, Krys." Seamus said, smiling at me. "As I was saying, mom, this is Krystel, my girlfriend."

I felt my own cheeks get hot. Now he considered me his girlfriend. And why not? We had been…something for about two weeks or so. But, it just made things that much more complicated.

…I can't say I wasn't flattered, though, and that I didn't like the idea of being Seamus' girlfriend. It just made the situation more complex than I wanted it to be.

"Ohhh, so this is the girl my boy's been raving about!" She took my hands in hers. "I've heard so much about you! My Seamus has been writing me about you for a few months now…wait." She looked behind my shoulder, and then gasped. "Blast from the past, that is."

"Stacie Avery, my God." I heard my dad's voice come up behind me, along with an increase in volume of the voices in the crowd. I didn't turn around to see what was going on. "It's been ages! How have you been?"

"I've been wonderful, Ben. Got married, settled down, had Seamus here." She pulled Seamus close to her side. He looked mortified. I smiled at him, and he rolled his eyes. "How about you? You haven't aged a bit!"

"Neither have you. You look about what you did when you came to Grace and my wedding."

"So, is this your darling child?" She pointed to me. He nodded. "Oh, she's gorgeous! I think it's so wonderful how our children are together after we were such great friends in school!"

"Wait, you and him are…" Dad looked at me confused.

"I'll tell you later, okay?" I said, patting him on the shoulder. I then turned around, and was immediately glomped.

"SURPRISE!!!!" A large crowd of people were suddenly around me. I started laughing, and tried pushing them off of me. As soon as I got them to stop attacking me, I brushed my hair out of my eyes. I then did a double take.

"No way…"

"Surprised to see us?" Emily said, grinning from ear to ear. Tim was standing right next to her, Lema behind, Gina in front, curls galore; DiJonay behind her, and Lorissa standing a little off to the side.

"Oh my God! Why…oh my God!!" I started jumping around, hugging each of them individually, then having a group hug. I then proceeded to punch my dad on the shoulder, making him go "Ow!", and interrupting his convo with Mrs. Finnigan.

"Meanie! Why didn't you tell me they were coming here??"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Oooh, who might this cutie be?" Emily said, poking her face over her shoulder and pointing at Seamus.

"Em, that's Seamus. He's my…" He said it. I could say it. "He's my boyfriend. Seamus, that's Tim, Lema, Gina, DiJonay, my cousin Lorissa, and-"

"Emily Roberts, Krystel Janelle Koromashi's bestest friend in the whole wide world." She came out from behind me and stuck out her hand.

"Uhh…Seamus Finnigan." He grabbed her hand and shook it.

"Gasp. Could that be…and Irish accent?" Emily said, putting her hand on her heart.

"Yes. I'm Irish." Seamus replied, sounding a bit annoyed. I mouthed a 'sorry' at him for seemingly everyone asking him if he was Irish today.

"Ooo, nice! Question: can you sing?"

"Emily!" I said, looking at her.

"What? I was going to start calling you Bono and Ali if he could."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't answer that, Seamus. It's just Emily being stupid."

He smiled. "All right."

"Nice to see you again, Stacie. Stay in touch, will you? I don't want to go nearly 16 years without hearing from you again." My dad said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

Mrs. Finnigan smiled. "Of course, Ben. Before you go, I wanted to ask you if you would be all right with the idea of Krystel coming to our house at some point before they go back to school." Seamus and I both exchanged looks. From the look he gave me, he knew nothing about this, either. "Marty and I would take them back to the station when it was time for them to leave."

"Fine with me." My dad said, rubbing my shoulder a bit. "My girl's good. I trust her not to do anything stupid."

I heard a chorus of coughs from behind me, and I shot them all glares, to which they started giggling.

"All right, we'll get in touch during the holiday and figure out how it will all work. Nice to see you again, Ben, and nice to meet your darling daughter."

"Same here, Stacie."

Mrs. Finnigan started pulling Seamus along by the wrist, forcing him into a bit of a trot. I waved at him, and he mouthed "I'll write", before he disappeared into the crowd.

"So, let's blow this popsicle stand, shall we?" My dad said to the crowd behind me. We all thought that was a good idea, so, Dad leading the way, we squeezed through the crowd and made our way to whatever clown car my father brought that could hold that many people.

~*~

"You didn't get any of my emails, then?" I asked Emily as we were sitting on my kitchen table, digging chocolate ice cream out of a huge tub my dad bought before we all came. Everyone else was scattered around the house, sleeping. I could just make out Tim's snores from up the stairs.

"Nope," she replied, mouth full of ice cream. "None of them. Your dad actually had Tim do something to lock up my account so I wouldn't be able to access them, since he knew I'd let the whole 'Christmas surprise' out of the bag." She plunged her spoon back in the chocolate. "He knows me and my mouth too well."

I laughed. "That's true."

"Why do you ask?"

"Well…" I got some more ice cream on my spoon and stuck it in my mouth. "I've got an issue with Seamus."

"Seamus? The boyfriend?" She tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ears. "You all haven't been dating for that long, have you?"

I shook my head. "Only two weeks or so."

"There's a problem already?"

I dug around the outside of the tub with my spoon, getting some of the more melted ice cream. "There kind of was a problem, even before it started."

She sighed. "Go ahead caller, I'm listening." She was my Frasier.

I then just spilled it all. I told her about Harry (to which she was ecstatic that I knew him, and it took a bit to get her to calm down about it), and how I felt about him, and how he felt about me, and how he felt about Ginny (grr), and Seamus, and how I felt about him, and Parvati, and how she felt about him, and how it just complicated everything.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." I sighed. "I mean, I like Seamus and all, but…"

"He's not necessarily the one you want to be with." She stuck some more ice cream in her mouth. "You want to be with him, sure, but he's not 'the one you want to be with'. You know what I mean?"

"…Not really."

She laughed. "Okay, I'll try to explain it again." She paused, apparently collecting her thoughts. "All right. You like Seamus, and are very happy to be his girlfriend, correct?"

I nodded.

"But, then there's the whole thing about Parvati, and how this could make things really tense between the two of you, right?"

I nodded furiously.

"Okay. But, then there's also the thing of that you like Harry better than Seamus, and that, even though Harry, as far as we know, doesn't feel exactly the same about you as you do him, you want to be with him more, and that you feel like you'd be cheating Seamus out of a good relationship if it kept going." She stopped, scooping up some more ice cream. "Am I right?"

"Hit the nail right on the head." I sighed, and sort of laughed at myself. "What the hell am I going to do?"

"Well, whenever Seamus contacts you, and you go and see him over the break, have a deep talk with him about the whole situation, and you both can figure out what it is you're going to do about it."

A question just popped into my head. "How long are you all going to be here?"

"Ah, only through Christmas and two days after. We're leaving on the 28th, I guess. Ashberry's starting back up early this year. Only get a week and a half off."

"That's bull."

"Tell me about it. The whole student body's pissed off." She stuck her spoon in her mouth. "But," she said, pausing to wipe up some of the chocolate dribble that had escaped from her mouth, to which I pointed and laughed at her for, "the administration said they were going to give us that huge rock n roll show that we did two years ago again, as an end of the year treat."

"Seriously?"

She nodded. "Too bad you won't be there and all…it would have been great to reunite Winnie and the Poohs."

For an end of the year thing, Ashberry let the entire student body pick what they would want the administration to sponsor. The poll was at the very beginning of the year, and it included everything from an all – day pool party to traveling to one of our sister schools in America and seeing the countryside. Us choir nerds suggested a rock concert, but not just any rock concert; a concert put on by a group of students within the school. Me and my choir buddies had practiced off and on in a group that was unnamed at the time (and included Emily and Tim, along with Gina on the tambourine for our Beatles tunes, and Lema on the keyboards), so we signed up for the audition. Out of the 30 or so groups that auditioned, we were chosen to play.

We rehearsed like crazy during that school year; pulling songs out of the air and learning how to play them. Tim and I traded off doing the vocals, him singing the songs that were too low for me, and me singing the high stuff and the songs sung by girls. We narrowed our set list down to about an hour and 45 minutes, and then went on at the end of the year, bringing the house down. Our band name was decided about two minutes before we actually went on, all because Emily was wearing a shirt with Pooh on it. Tim was the mastermind behind the name.

Everyone had told us that we had to play "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince, since that song has been Ashberry's unspoken theme song since it came out. We deliberately saved it for last, so we could bring the house down. By the end of it, people were starting to chant "Go crazy!" after every song we played.

We acted like we were done, and told the people to turn down the lights. The crowd started to mumble, and then the mumble started to crescendo. Before it turned into yelling and screaming, I cued Lema to do the keyboard chord for "Let's Go Crazy", and spoke into the microphone, "Dearly beloved…"

The crowd went nuts. It was pretty much one of the best moments of my life.

Wow, major side tracking. Figured I should explain that whole thing before I went on with the story, though, since no one would have understood the joke. Anyways, back to the story that you all want to read…

"Maybe I could make a special appearance or something." I said, flipping my hair back behind my shoulder. "You know, depending on when I get out of school and all."

"If you get out in time, that would be pretty much one of the most awesome things ever." She smiled.

"I know, right?" I scooped up more ice cream and shoved it into my mouth. "So, Em, you never did tell me what your boy problems were about all those months ago, since Tim shut off your email or whatever."

She shook her head. "Oh, God…do we have to get into that?"

"Come on, I dished. You must dish as well."

Emily sighed. "Okay. I…I kind of have a thing for…Michael Penhollow."

"Penhollow?" I started laughing.

"Oh, don't even! He's sweet."

"You were right, I don't believe it!" I said through my laughs. "Penhollow? Penhollow?? Only the kid who threw up on your shoes our 3rd year?"

"That was 3rd year. Besides, the food was bad that day."

"So they said." I brushed under my eyes, catching a few little tears that were sprouting up. "Why him?"

"Well…he got contacts this year…"

"Whoa, really?"

She nodded. "Yeah, he did. And…you know how much I like Steve Martin, right?"

Understatement: Emily was HEAD OVER HEELS for Steve Martin. "Yeah."

"Well…if he were to dye his hair gray…he would look like a really young version of Steve Martin." She sighed, looking out the kitchen window. "He's funny like him, too."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. We watched Annie Hall together the other day."

"Whoa! He likes Annie Hall?"

She smiled. "Yep. Hardcore Woody Allen fan."

I shoved my spoon in the tub. "Who knew?"

"I know, right?"

I shoved my face with ice cream. "So, what's the trouble?"

"He has a girlfriend already."

I almost choked on my ice cream. I swear, I never choke on anything. Ever. "Penhollow's got a girlfriend?"

She nodded, looking out the window again.

"Who?"

"Lema."

"Oh, God…have you talked to her about it?"

She shook her head. "No. She doesn't know that I like him. Truth is…I don't want her to know. I don't want to end up in your situation." She paused. "No offense, of course."

"None taken, my dear." I sighed. "So…what are you going to do?"

She looked at her spoon. "I think I'll put this in the sink to start with, and then go to bed, and try to figure all of that out in the morning. This ice cream is having the opposite effect on me that sugar is supposed to have. I'm dead tired now."

"Okay, sounds good. I'll stick this back in the freezer then."

"All righty." We stuck our spoons in the sink, and I stuck the tub in the freezer. Emily grabbed a glass from the cabinet, and filled it up about half way with water from the front of the fridge. She took a drink, and then made a face.

"Eew, London water tastes weird."

"You're just used to Indiana water. Go to bed."

"Okay. Night, Krystel."

"Night, Em." I walked up the stairs as she made her way over to one of our mattresses that we put out. Tim was sleeping in my bed, and I had claimed a mattress on the floor in my room. Now I had wished that I had chose somewhere else to sleep, since Tim was making it sound like a freight train was about to hit the house.

"Tim. Tim. Wake up." I started poking his shoulder. Nothing happened. I sighed, picked up one of my pillows, and smacked him in the face with it, full force.

"I didn't steal your posies!" He yelled as he shot up, and then started rubbing his face, trying to figure out where he was, and what had just happened. He then saw me, holding the pillow, grinning like a madwoman.

"What the hell was that for? I was having a perfectly good dream, and you hit me in the face with a pillow."

"You were snoring. It was starting to shake the walls."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I don't snore that loud."

"The picture frames in here were shaking," Gina shouted from down the hall. "If I didn't have my earplugs with me, I'd be attacking you, too."

I gestured down the hall towards Gina. "There you go."

"Aww, well, I'm sorry, princess, that my manly duty of snoring as loud as I can has upset you and your way of life. Please forgive me." He rolled over on his side, pulling the covers up closer around him.

I picked up the covers that were left and crawled in next to him. He flipped over, looking a bit confused, but not all that surprised that I did that.

"Tim, what did you do when you found out that Dylan was available again, but you were still with Gary?"

His expression suddenly fell. "Krys, you know I don't like talking about Dylan…"

"I know, honey, I know, but it's really important." I sighed. "What…what was your thought process behind all of it?"

He rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "Well…Gary and I had been together for a while, like you know, but I still loved Dylan. I supposed that will never go away." He paused, taking a few deep breaths. "But, Dylan was with Sherry, and I knew that if I made any advances at Dylan while I was with Gary, and while Dylan was with Sherry, that it would make things that much more complicated."

"But…you did anyways?"

He laughed sadly. "Yeah, I did. And it ended up screwing up both my relationship and his." He looked over at me. "It's a lot easier being straight than gay…or even bi…when it comes to relationships and friendships. Sherry had no idea that Dylan was bi. She wouldn't talk to him for almost a year afterwards. Thought that she had tainted her reputation by being with a 'gay boy'."

"Tim…I'm kind of in a weird situation right now."

He looked over at me suddenly. "Are you bi?"

"Come on, Tim…almost every girl has a little bi in her." He laughed at that. "It's not that."

I then explained to him what was going on, and why I thought he might give me some answers.

He sighed, and didn't speak for a while. I got a little worried; I thought that I had made a big mistake by bringing Dylan up. Tim was still really sensitive about him and Dylan's break up.

"Hon…I wish I knew what to tell you, but, honestly, I don't. All I can say is…if you value your friendship with Parvati, tell her what is going on, and don't keep it from her anymore. And, if you feel like you're not being totally truthful with Seamus, let him know. There's no need to keep him in the dark."

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "That's kind of what Emily told me to do, too. But, I figured you'd know more about this area than I or she would, even though she pretty much is my Dr. Frasier Krane."

He laughed really loud, causing Gina to groan loudly in protest. We both said a "Sorry, Gina!" down the hall, and giggled silently. "Yeah, Em does have that effect on people, but they normally call her Dr. Phil. I guess Dr. Krane's for the more intellectual group."

I smiled. "Thanks, Tim."

He smiled back at me. "No problem, kiddo. I don't know if I even really helped you or not…"

I pulled him into an awkward hug, considering we were both laying in bed and all. "You did, don't even think you didn't."

"All right. If you say so."

"Get some sleep, you freight train."

He pushed me out of the bed onto my air mattress. "You are now denied access to my bed."

I threw one of my little pillows on my nearby chair at him. "It's my bed, loser."

"It's mine for right now. Muahahaha." He made an evil laugh, then rolled over on his side again and pulled the covers tighter around him.

"Night, Tim."

"Night, Krys."

A/N: Okay, I think I'll stop here for right now. What will Seamus and Krys talk about when she stays with him? What more will she learn about the whole Emily/Lema/Michael Penhollow love triangle? Will Parvati find out about her and Seamus? Will Harry come back in the story line as the love interest at all? And, what's the deal with Snape? Where did he go from the plot line? Find out more as the story progresses…

I'll try and make the chapters shorter. They just keep getting longer. I'm sorry. :.(

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far!