"I hope you know that I'm notmoving." She carefully set her face into a stony expression, and glared pointedly at him.
"Well, I'm not moving either." He mimmicced her expression. She admitted to herself that it was kind of cute, but he was still making fun of her. And being annoying. And still not moving she narrowed her eyes, and pouted a bit. Whatever his problem was, she wasn't his shrink, and therefore, decided she would ignore him for the rest of the trip.
This was a very difficult thing to do, due to the fact that his arm was around her.
She longed to throw it off, curse him off, and gain back her personal space... but this would not exactly make her situation better. Crammed into the compartment with all 6 of her best friends, there was not a lot of room for all of them.
Ron and Hermione were cuddled up in each others arms, her head resting on his shoulder, lost in thier own world, smiling, laughing, flirting. Harry glared down on them jealously, but they were completely oblivious. Lavender was sitting next to her boyfriend, Neville, who nervously held her hand. But every chance she got, Lavender would steal as many glances as she could get at Harry, thinking no one saw her with those sad, longing eyes. Ginny observed the scene around her with a quiet knowing. Being the youngest, she knew all about her friends secrets. She smiled with pride at the fact that, finally, people accepted her.
Even so, her thoughts drifted back to the arm so casually wrapped around her shoulders. The emotional side of her brain got to her before the logical side, leading her to think, You know what, this feels kind of nice.
In a friend way! Yes, they were only friends. She was, of course in love with Michael. Who was her boyfriend, she reminded herself. Feeling ashamed, she stared out the window, wishing she had other friends besides these six, Michael, and Luna, so she could be, well, comfortable. But she couldn't move now that the train had started. Not that she wasn't happy with her friends, it was just, well, she couldn't sit like this.
Her heart jumped around in her chest, and her face, she was sure, was beet red. Redder than her hair, even. She had no idea why she was feeling this way, but attempted to deny it. Michael was the perfect guy for her, and Seamus was, well, annoying. Everyone thought she and Michael made the most adorable couple, and she knew she liked him... but there was just something about Seamus that... she didn't even know. She tuned out this battle within herself, and kept repeating to herself the phrase she had had to repeat so often whenever she was around Seamus. 'I love Michael. Michael is my boyfriend. I love him...'
Because of course, she was in love with Michael.