In Which Cheese is Discussed

Harry Potter really wasn't sure what was going on but felt somehow that it had everything to do with Seamus. It usually did. Of course most of the events of the party were the fault of Seamus; primarily alcohol induced situations.

But not even Harry felt that Seamus was entirely to blame for the current situation; a situation which involved Terry attempting to manhandle Ron Weasley; resident redhead. While Harry wasn't the slightly shy teenager he used to be, the sight of Terry attempting to feel up his best friend rather gave him the willies. It seemed he wasn't alone in this; Ron was yet again desperately attempting to make a bid for freedom.

It really wasn't working.

Terry had dragged Ron over to his beanbag and somehow the both of them had managed to be squashed into it, with Terry smirking heavily and talking softly in Ron's ear. Ron appeared severely traumatised and was only being kept in place by the death grip on his arm.

Terry was completely oblivious.

"Do you like cheese, Ronald?" Harry heard him purr. Harry shudders in unison with Ron. Somehow that purr carried all the way over to him from his place by the sofa.

However, judging by the look on Ron's face he might throw up if he ate some cheese.

"I know I do," Terry continued softly. It really was rather amazing how Terry managed to make cheese sound sexy, Harry mused. He peered over at the too of them and registered with vague surprise that Ron appeared to be softening; a truly scary thought. Ron wasn't gay.

"Cheese is good," Ron replied quietly, a definite tremor in his voice. Harry slapped his forehead; once an interest in cheese was given it was all over; Terry had won.

Terry grinned widely, "What's your favourite sort? Cheddar?"

"Wensleydale," Ron appeared to be salivating.

"Double Gloucester," Terry added, smirking.

"Red Leicester,"

"Stilton,"

"Chive,"

Ron and Terry sighed in unison.

"Tesco value," they agreed.

And so ended the great cheese debate.

A/N: Tesco: A British supermarket and Tesco Value is their own range of products.

The inspiration for this cheese debate is from my boyfriend Wil- we have many discussions like this.

In Which the Magazines make an Appearance.

Ginny Weasley figured that if she kept drinking her way through Hermione's Dinner Party all would eventually sort itself out. Well, if it wasn't it was by now far too late, as she was on her 5th "Seamus delight." Perhaps it might've been wise to ask what was in them; but perhaps not. Well, on the plus side, she wasn't dead yet, and Seamus, while… a danger to himself wouldn't hurt a fly.

Wait. Am I a fly? Ginny quite suddenly because very confused.

"How's it going, Gingersnap?" Draco Malfoy bounded over to her, magazine, (was that Cosmo?) and a "Seamus delight," in hand. Ginny sighed; Malfoy was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now.

"Fine, thanks," don't open yourself up for conversation, Ginny thought desperately.

"I good too, have you seen this article?" he leaned over, seemingly opening the magazine in a totally random place and pointed at what turned out to be n advertisement for a vacuum cleaner. Ginny eyed him briefly, spread on her lap, eyes glittering eagerly.

"Erm, fascinating," she stated half heartedly. Malfoy nodded earnestly.

"Well I thought so too, but no one else…" he trailed off looking uddenly sad for a moment, a moment so brief that Ginny thought she'd imagined it.

"Really, it's good," Ginny intoned, mentally slapping herself; unwritten rule- don't encourage him!

"I just couldn't believe it when I saw- one of its bags lasts for 567 cleans!" Malfoy was apparently enthralled. Ginny sighed; she never remembered him being this bad. She glanced down at the alcohol clamped firmly in his white knuckles. Ah. Alcohol.

"Erm Draco, are you drinking that, Darling?" Ginny indicated the drink in his hand, coming to a swift decision. He frowned and glanced down, thrown off kilter- he'd been so involved by the vacuum cleaner.

"Er- no," he stared at her puzzled.

"Good," Ginny snatched it from his hand and downed it. No one could handle a pissed Draco Malfoy. She shuddered. Oh the magazines.

It seemed to Ginny, (and she was sure to Hermione as well,) that Malfoy wasn't getting any better. The obsession had started after Lucius Malfoy's death by doxy, (a much hushed up affair, rumour had it a Chinese fireball and a large baguette were included in the debacle.) Malfoy Jnr. Had then tried drinking, something which made him smell and ramble on about his old paintings. He was a bad, boring drunk, if hyper on occasion.

He had then retreated to his father's office; and while sorting through his final will and Testament had found a collection of "Lusty and Luscious," magazines left to him.

The rest was behind him

A/N: Sorry for the delay- FF.N suspended my account for a week for reasons I can't be bothered to go into. Needless to say I was bemused, but in return 2 chapters!