In Which Susan Flirts
"Have they even noticed we're here?" asked Hannah, staring at the kissing Blaise and Hermione from the other side of the kitchen.
"I'd say no," replied Theo, attempting to avoid looking at the kissing couple.
"Oh they know," Susan said confidently, "the just don't care."
With all this having been said, however it was questionable that Blaise and Hermione knew what day of the week it was. They're drinks were discarded and they're lips sealed.
"Do they not breathe?" Theo asked appalled.
"Apparently not. C'mon, lets get out of here, I feel like we're perving," Hannah replied, leading them back into Hermione's lounge.
"We were perving," Theo said matter of factly, before onto the sofa next to Terry. "Porn yet?" he asked cheerfully, to a somewhat subdued Terry. He indicated to what appeared to be a music video.
Hannah and Susan walked over to sit by Harry, Ron, Seamus and Ginny, all of whom appeared to consuming large amounts of spirits, (or Guinness, in Seamus's case.)
"Any word form the kitchen?" Ginny asked, cheerfully. She wasn't in a state of tipsiness, but she definitely rather cheerful.
"Bring in the medi wizards; they're sucking each other's faces off." Susan replied; taking Ron's cocktail to have a sip, before putting it back into his hand with a wink. Ron seemed to have lost all power of speech, staring at her.
"'bout time, Hermione needs a good shag," Seamus said matter of factly. Ginny elbowed him as Harry slapped his forehead.
"Oh, the images are burning!" was his muffled wail. Ginny snorted into her drink.
"Talking about the images; what about Terry, Ron?" Ginny asked innocently, twirling the cocktail umbrella in her drink. Terry was still shooting Ron looks from across the room.
Ron cringed.
"Oh, God, it's…it's so…"
"Amusing, flattering, turning you on?" Susan asked, nabbing another sip of his drink.
"Traumatizing," Ron finished, red faced, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead.
"So you need to give him a big, loud "NO!" With a sparkly sign?" Ginny questioned, shooting Susan the most fleeting of looks. Susan seemed to cotton on fairly quickly.
"Yes," Ron agreed oblivious.
"What say," Susan whispered, not too quietly, looking at Ron. "We put on a show for him?" Ron stared at her, then
"Yes, come on," he dragged her off the arm of a chair and began to walk her in the general direction of the kitchen door, by the sofa which Theo and Terry were sitting on.
Just as Terry looked up at Ron, a feral grin plastered all over his face, Ron pulled Susan into him and kissed her, for the world to see.
Terry looked away.
In which Terry Takes Advice
Terry was looking fixedly at the TV, not responding to Theo talking too him or the stares of the group on the other side of the room.
"Erm. I think that worked a little too well," Ginny said, slightly guiltily. The others were looking at Terry, a few nodded.
"Let's go and talk to him," Neville said reasonably, shooting Terry a worried look.
"You go, Nev; he won't appreciate crowding and you do that sympathy shit well," Seamus stated all too bluntly.
"Right. Erm- alright," Neville got up, took a deep breath and walked over, eagerly watched by all but Terry.
Theo seemed also to have seen him coming and made an exit before Neville sat down.
"Hi Terry, good TV?" Neville cringed at his first words. Terry clearly wasn't paying the blindest bit of attention to the TV.
"No porn," he said dully. Neville looked. He was right- it appeared to be a film.
"Are you alright?" Neville asked more quietly, leaning forward. For a few seconds Terry didn't move, but stared straight ahead. He turned a second later, looking blank and quite pale.
"I'm… sad," he said lamely. Neville didn't really know what to say; he was understanding, but Terry looked to be in his own world, a world without Ron.
"Look; Ron didn't mean to hurt you-" Neville began quietly.
"I know that, but he still did. A lot." Terry said bitterly, turning away.
"He wanted to get a point across. You and I both know he doesn't like Hannah, but I think you have to accept it Terry; he's not interested." Neville felt rather proud after that speech- it was tactful enough. He glanced behind him to see Seamus shaking his head. Ginny immediately elbowed him and a split second later he signalled Neville a thumbs up.
Neville turned back to find Terry scratching his neck.
"He said he still wants to be mates," Terry said a bit more hopefully. Neville nodded encouragingly,
"Precisely, you can't push Ron, go into it gradually, you may find something happens, or you may find that it blows over." Neville felt his bullshitting was getting steadily more comforting.
"And what if nothing changes?" Terry asked desperately, looking at Neville, panic in his eyes. Neville stopped; he hadn't thought of that one.
"Then you erm," he paused, "you snog him and he wont say no."
Terry stared. Neville looked on, worried.
"That's a plan."