A/N: I'm not allowed to say I own Harry Potter or the men in suits may come back. And I don't like those guys. Big thanks to ThisBirdHasFlownToRhye for giving me an idea and reviewing along with Doctor Lennon 007 reviewing and giving me some help. Chapter time!
I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes. Why, you ask? Because the sun for some reason decided to be too bright! So it didn't help my headache. And that didn't help the fact that I felt like showing whoever else in the room what I had to eat yesterday.
I heard a groan somewhere near me with as much irritation as I felt. I thought that was a good enough reason to crack open an eye. It hurt much more than it should to get one eyelid open and another would just be torture.
"Close the blind-y windows thing," I mumbled to no one in particular.
Seconds later, the blinds actually closed. It was like they heard me! A bit of shuffling footsteps came after the blinds closed to my now overly sensitive ears.
"Harry? Are you awake yet?" someone asked in front of me. I winced at how loud he was.
"I wish I wasn't," I quietly said in response.
"Sorry, but it looks like you'll be stuck with this for a while."
"But Brian," I whined, closing my eye again. "My head hurts...and so does my stomach...and I'm tired."
"You shouldn't have been drinking so much then. When I came to the restaurant, you three were already tripping over your feet and laughing at every word someone said!" Brian whispered.
I took a moment to give a look of confusion. Then I slipped back into my irritated stupor.
"Why did you come over? How'd you know I was there?"
Brian sighed and I knew he was giving me one of those looks. As in he's both bothered and concerned. I wasn't too fond of the look.
"I told you that you wouldn't remember the call, not one bit. Now, I think you should stop resting on Draco. I don't think he likes being a pillow," Brian teased as he swept away a stray hair from my face.
I tried swatting his hand away but he was like lightning compared to me. So giving up seemed much easier than trying again.
"But Draco's a very comfy pillow. I don't wanna get up," I whispered, trying my childish tactic. Maybe I could prolong the inevitable headache which was getting up.
"Maybe Draco doesn't want to be a pillow," the subject of the conversation interjected.
"But you would make a very good pillow. . ."
"Harry, are you seriously trying to hit on Draco? You could do much better," Ron snorted but his voice sounded slower than the night before. I wouldn't blame him on that.
"And why would you say that?" Draco asked and lightly propped me up on the other side of the couch.
I still held onto his arm, because he really did make a good pillow.
"Harry has these rather girly eyes so he could attract any guy. Emphasis on any guy," Ron said slowly. He smirked right after and I knew he only butted into the conversation for that joke.
"I told you already, I don't have girly eyes!" I yelled weakly.
Both Brian and Draco burst out laughing and I gave them both the best glare I could give. It calm them down, just for a few seconds when they started laughing once again.
"When did you guys talk about this? I want to be in a talk like that!" Draco shouted with far too much excitement for that topic.
"I'd like to know how it started," Brian chucked.
His amusement was making me scared of what Ron might say.
"Well it all began when I thought Harry was a girl. . ." Ron started.
In an instance, Brian and Draco started to laugh all over again. I meekly hid my head in my hands, wishing I wasn't there.
To my luck-which I thankfully have a lot of-the door opened loudly. Neville walked through, looking like he just had the best dream ever.
"I'm back from my parent's house! And I feel like I've had the best dream ever!" Neville gushed with a smile.
It looks like I wasn't too far off.
"What happened, Neville?" Brian asked.
Neville looked over to Brian with a confused look. He tilted his head to the side for extra measure, along with arching an eyebrow.
"I thought you were supposed to be at that lawyer thing today. What happened?" Neville asked Brian. I was surprised when he shrugged his shoulders. Brian usually never shrugs his shoulders.
"Wait, he's a lawyer?" Draco gasped.
"It doesn't matter right now!" Ron shouted heartily. "Tell your story already!"
"Okay, she's this pretty blonde girl who's supermodel good. Like, so good if she were in a movie, music would be playing in the background. Or people would stop whatever they're doing to look at her. That good. And her name is wonderful: Luna Lovegood," Neville ended with a happy sigh.
"Then she looked at me with this great big smile and her eyes looked like individual stars trapped in pretty sky blue orbs.
"Her walk practically radiated smarts and confidence along with the way she waved. It was like she knew me for years and wanted to have a chat," He murmured serenely. Neville started to sway in his happy trance with his smile getting bigger.
"Wait, how do you know her name if you just met her?" Brian asked.
"Because I heard Victor Krum say her name!" Neville yelled, suddenly coming back down to Earth. His smile and swaying disappeared quickly. "And that's when everything came crashing down."
"What do you mean Neville?" Draco asked with a sudden frown.
"He kissed her, Draco! Right in front of me! And then she kissed him back! It was like they didn't see anyone else around!" Neville whined sadly. He instantly clung to Brian, not letting go even though Brian futilely asked for him to.
"Well, it is considered rude not to kiss someone back in certain countries. Maybe she came from one of them," Ron mused simply.
Neville gave him a long glare, loosening his grip on Brian for only a second before tightening it again.
"You shouldn't have said that, Ron," Brian told Ron over Neville's shoulder.
"Its true though, we can't mess with anyone's culture. I, for one, wouldn't want to mess with that part," Ron joked lightly. It only earned another glare from Neville.
"Okay! Okay, I'm sorry. What's so special about Krum anyways?" The art student asked.
Neville heaved a sigh and plopped onto the couch between me and Draco.
"He's the quarterback on the football team. Everyone loves him," Neville answered with slight disgust.
"Yeah, but you're the best batter you school's got!" I reminded Neville before he got stuck in a rut.
"Neville is a slugger? Wow! Before the end of the day, Harry will tell me he went to the moon and met the president. Then locked Justin Bieber up," Draco grumbled.
"But I'm only the best because I actually try when I play. Unlike most of my team who only try for the ice cream after. When Victor plays, he says it comes naturally, and that he doesn't know where he gets his skills. I know a liar when I see one. . .and he is one," Neville sneered.
He stormed into his room, with loud guitar strumming coming after the door slammed harshly.
"Well, is it safe to assume that those two aren't best friends anymore?" Draco asked slowly.
I shook my head, kind of wishing I hadn't gotten him a semi-acoustic.
"Nah, Neville knows not to let a girl in the way of friendship," I said with a smile.
I only hoped I was right. Neville took things a bit too heart even with the most ridiculous things.
"That's right, Harry! He knows the old saying, bros before h-" Ron started enthusiastically.
"Ron! Don't say that!" Brian yelped. He frowned at Ron with a slight scowl.
"But everyone knows it! It's a phrase that's kept friendship together since the beginning of time!" Ron retaliated quickly.
"I doubt that's true. Guys were too busy being eaten by dinosaurs or trying not to be eaten by them to care. Girls were not apart of the equation. They were kept together by food. So it'd be dudes before foods," Draco explained in the middle of it all.
I should start warming a bag of popcorn, this might start to get somewhat exciting.
"Draco, my faithful to a fault assistant. I get your confusion, but it's clearly my phrase that trumps all. It's just more widely known and more understood," Ron told Draco happily.
"Yours is also more disgusting," Brian muttered as he looked at his watch for a moment.
"And I'm not your assistant!" Draco added.
"Yes you are! Why else do you drive me everywhere?" Ron exclaimed.
"Because I don't want to die!" Draco shouted back. "And I really like the car your mom gave me."
A sudden stop to the wild guitar playing came. Everyone looked over to the direction of Neville's room, seeing a very confused looking Neville holding his guitar by its neck in the door way.
Maybe the conversation was a bit entertaining after all. Maybe a bit too entertaining at some points.
It took everything in me to not take a picture of Neville standing there with no clue on what was going on. Mrs. Harrison would have loved a look at it.
"You've finally decided to hang out with the real world, now have you?" Ron asked in a funny little falsetto.
"No. But I was bored being all alone," said Neville slowly as he was still trying to take in the conversation Draco and Ron had.
"Thanks for being honest. That's definitely bringing up my self-esteem," Brian muttered sarcastically. "And here I thought I was pleasant to be around."
Neville's eyes instantly grew wider at what Brian said. Maybe getting a camera now wasn't too late. . .
"No! I didn't mean it like that! I was just-" Neville tried to explain but our landlord burst out laughing before Neville could finish.
"You guys are mean," Neville fumed. He sat on the floor in a meditating position with a guitar in his lap and frustration on his face.
"I had nothing to do with it!" I shouted in an irritated manner.
"You let them continue to talk. That's enough for me," Neville answered smoothly.
"Brian! Tell him that's not fair!" I complained.
"That actually is fair in a sense of law. Politicians say so," Brian snickered.
"I hate politicians..." I summed up quickly.
A/N: If I spelled Krum's name wrong . . .sorry. We can file it under human error. I'm sure you get Luna and Neville but not Luna and Victor. The problem is I'm not good at getting it either. Stupid editing process. Neville playing the guitar is due to that such thing. Thank Critics United. See you Potterheads in the next chapter! For now, Twist and Shout your way to the review section!
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