Blame by Calvin Harris

When Hogsmeade rolled around, I, as always, had no idea what to wear.

"Has anyone seen my green and/or red jumper?" I shouted, continuing to rummage hastily through my dresser. I was already dressed in my boots, Muggle jeans, and white long sleeved top, so my jumper should-

"Where's your red one? Wear that one," Lily suggested, finding it and picking it up from the floor. I took it from her and yanked it on.

"Thanks," I muttered cautiously. "You and James still aren't...?"

A little too quickly, she twisted up her face. "No. Didn't really work out."

That was obviously bull.

I pretended to believe her and smiled. "Thank goodness. See you lot in the town!"

Maybe I was Lily's best mate. I was among the few who could tell when she was lying.

I was in Tomes and Scrolls when someone came up from behind me.

"Hello," Regulus said pleasantly, plucking the book I'd been reading from my hands.

"The Lord of the Flies?" he raised an eyebrow at me. "Didn't know this shop carried Muggle books about Satan."

I was both impressed and disturbed that Regulus knew of the demons and devils in Muggle religion, but his overall perception of one of my favorite books offended me.

"That's not what the story's about! It's about a group of English boys who become savage when they realized they no longer have to abide by societal constraints or the idea of human civility!" I defended. I snatched the book back. In return, he gave me one of his weird little smirks that was much too charming. Reminded me of a certain lech I knew.

Cough cough, Sirius, cough cough.

"How eloquent of you, Georgie," Regulus drawled. His large hand seemed to reach out to me. It was headed towards my face before I began to feel all...weird. Panicking, I stepped away from him.

"Listen, Regulus, can we get something straight before either of us messes up our friendship?"

He cocked his head like a dog would. "What do you mean?"

"I already told you how I felt, Regulus," I said slowly. "On the parchment."

Regulus deflated. He replied with a false, hearty voice, which made me feel even more guilty. "Ah. Well, we already did get that sorted out, didn't we?"

The way he emphasized that stung the slightest bit.

But you know what stings a lot, Georgie? How much this boy seems to like you yet you don't feel the same way, a snide, truthful voice whispered in my head.

As if I'm under any obligation to do so, I tossed back.

Great. Now I'm talking to myself. I'm mental.

Noticing how much more awkward the situation became and how much interest he had taken in the Muggle cookbooks, I tried to change the subject. Quite weakly, if I may add.

"Anyways, Reg, it wouldn't have worked out anyway, with me being in Gryffindor and having Muggleborn friends and all...wouldn't want to disappoint your friends and parents," I joked.

I thought I heard his neck crick as he looked up, probably offended.

"Yes, there is that." He didn't laugh. Regulus turned away from me again and headed towards the other books. When he realized I wasn't following him, he turned back with a dry smile.

"Well, come on then!"