Chapter Six: Questions
Ron sat in his room, on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest. He wanted to feel something, but he felt...slightly...num. He didn't know why, she had only kissed him. But it hurt a bit. Who do you think you're kidding?! Ron yelled at himself. It Hurt Allot! Ron shook his head and got off his bed. It took Ron a second, but he decided to go and get something to eat. He headed toward the door, but before he could get there it opened and Dean and Seamus came in.
"Where's Harry?" Ron asked because the four had been so tight nit lately.
"Last we saw him, Hermione had stopped him on the way to bring you this." Seamus said, holding up a plate of food. The three boys stopped moving when they heard a yell from downstairs.
"Of course I care! You know I would never hurt Ron intentionally! You, of all people, should know how I feel about him!" Ron could tell, by the voice that, it was Hermione. Two seconds later, he heard a door slam. Ron backed up a few steps and sunk back onto his bed.
"That was riveting." Dean mumbled as he went over and sat on his own bed.
"She's got some lungs, that one." Seamus said, before he also went and sat on his bed.
"Yeah. She was always the loudest when we fought." Ron said, trying to suppress a grin. The three boys then heard stomping coming up the stairs.
"Harry." They all muttered before the door flew open.
"They are just.....she is just.....I can't believe..." Harry said in cut up pieces. He was fuming.
"Back up mates, I think I see smoke coming out of his ears." Dean said, trying to joke.
"What happened?" Seamus asked. Harry whipped around to face the other boys. His face was red from anger.
"Hermione yells at me! And then Ginny feeds me this line about how she's right!" Harry said, before collapsing onto his bed. Ron laid down.
"What else did she say?" Ron asked in a slightly small voice.
"Who?!" Harry snapped. Ron bolted into a sitting position.
"You know who I mean!" He snapped back. Harry bit his lip unintentionally.
"Um, she asked how you were." He said. Ron made a gesture for Harry to go on. "And, Um, she asked if you had come down stairs at all. And, um, then she yelled at me, which..." Harry started but Ron cut him off in a depressed voice.
"We heard." He finished. Harry nodded. "What'd Ginny say?" Ron asked.
"She said, 'She's right you know'. Then I told she shouldn't preach. She said, 'I know'. Then went off to her dorm." Harry finished. Ron sighed.
"Where do you think Parvati and Lavender are?" He asked. Seamus rolled his eyes.
"Haven't seen Lavender all day." He said, trying to sound like didn't care. Dean nodded.
"I haven't seen Parvati all day either." He said, not even bothering to try to hide the sadness in his voice. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Dean gave a questioning look, and then got up to answer it. As soon as he opened the door, he was pulled outside it.
"Parvati. What do you want?" Dean said as soon as he got outside the door. Parvati let go of Dean's hand and look down at the floor. Then she looked up quickly.
"I want you to listen." She said swiftly. Dean shook his head.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because it's important." She said, before grabbing his arm again and dragging him down the stairs. "We didn't mean to hurt you guys." She said once she had pushed Dean into one of the seats by the fire, and she was sitting in the other one. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Yeah right. It was probable a rightfun little game." He said. Parvati shook her head furiously.
"It wasn't a game." She said in a pleading tone. Dean looked away from her and said nothing, so Parvati continued. "It was a bet." She said. Dean turned his head and opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "It was a bet to see who could get the guy they really wanted." She said.
"Then why did you want to know who won the bet?" Dean snapped. Parvati seemed to shrink into the back of the chair slightly.
"Becausethequestionjustpopedoutofmymouth." She said quickly. Dean stood up.
"Whatever you say." He said.
"Why did the bet hurt you so much anyway?" Parvati asked, genuinely confused.
"Because, you messed with us. You should have known we liked you, and you still placed a bet" Dean answered. Then he looked toward the fire thoughtfully. "It's amazing, really," He started. He then turned his head to look at Parvati again, who shrinked back a little more at the bitter smirk Dean was wearing. "How much pain a little bet could cause." He finished.
"Dean, I really didn't mean to hurt..." Parvati started, but Dean cut her off.
"It's not even me so much. Don't get me wrong, I'm hurt, but I can forgive you. I can deal. And probable Seamus, too. But Ron and Harry." He said, shaking his head. "Harry is practically breathing fire at every turn. And you know how long it took for Ron to admit how he felt about Hermione. That was a big deal for him. And before he can even really tell her how he feels, she might as well have punched him." Dean said.
"B-but, Dean. Girls...I mean, we.....I mean, it's hard to....get up the courage...to ask someone out. We're so-so worried we'll get...rejected....I mean, just please..." Parvati said.
"Stop listening to this B.S.? Okay." Dean said, cutting Parvati off. Then he went to leave.
"I know you were sad!" Parvati yelled suddenly. Dean stopped for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, then continued walking. As he got to the top of the stairs, he heard a sniffle but ignored it.
