A few hours later, after school was out for the day, Lockhart sat in his office, thinking sadly about tomorrow, which would be Wednesday, the wedding. There would be no school on Wednesday. Every student was invited, but they didn't have to come. Lockhart suspected, rather bitterly, that the reason why most people were going to the wedding was because Dumbledore had said they could have as much of the cake and treats as they wanted. Of course, the Slytherins were going because of all that, but Snape was naturally their favorite teacher, as Slytherin's Head of House, who favored Slytherins.
Lockhart's mood had been steadily declining over the past week. He had always admired Snape for his ability with incantations, and Potions, but he just couldn't believe that he, Gilderoy Lockhart, had actually let Snape steal Meg right out from under his nose. He felt himself to be rather weighted with all of it: His fierce desire to have Meg for himself, his raging jealousy of Snape.
Lockhart had never really liked Trelawney, even though he went with her to the Yule Ball. One part of him said he should take whoever he could get his hands on. Part of him said he shouldn't go out with somebody he didn't love, and a third part of him said he didn't want to go out with stupid Trelawney, whether he loved her or not. And a fourth part of him said that that didn't even make sense, because if he loved her he would definitely want to go out with her, and it really wouldn't matter whether she was stupid or not.
Anyway, I can go see her. Maybe I'll make Snape jealous and I can have Meg and he can have Trelawney. What do I care? She's dumb, he thought, without any conviction.
It was enough climbing up North Tower every time he wanted to see her. He went into the room where she taught Divination, where she was sitting at her desk, staring rather blankly out the window and humming absentmindedly to herself. When she saw Lockhart, she squealed loudly.
"Hey, lady!" Lockhart shouted as she came to him, just as he had on the day where Dumbledore had set the two of them up. "Lay off, will ya?"
"I predict something in you," said Trelawney mysteriously. "I sense something, love. Great love, and, oh, much jealousy…" She sat him down in a chair and rubbed his shoulders. "I expect that you simply do not realize how much I love you. To me, you're like waves in the ocean, the sun in the sky, but mostly, I think you and I were meant to be. Unlike most, you recognize my Seeing ability."
"Well, it's hard not to recognize, er, talent, like that," said Lockhart awkwardly.
"Ouuu," said Trelawney. "Gilderoy, you big sweetie…I love you so much!" She grabbed his arms and began kissing him furiously. "We should get married, someday, you know."
"M-married?" said Lockhart. "Oh, yeah, we should, we really should…"