MAKE UP YOUR MIND

Chapter Five

"That's not fair!" Harry sighed; this was definitely not the way he wanted to start his final year! The first morning of school everyone found out about the new sleeping arrangements of the eighth years, and no one was particularly happy about it. Most students grumbled and muttered about the unfairness, but accepted it as a done deal by lunch, and now, three weeks later the only one still harping about it was Ginny Weasley.

"Merlin, Gin, give it a rest!" Ron cried exasperatedly, he knew better than all of them just how annoying his little sister could be and being the most stubborn out of a family of seven redheaded children was quite an achievement. All he wanted was to have a quiet breakfast for once without his sister flying off the handle again. For Merlin's sake, was this going to go on all year long? He'd have to start skipping meals in the Great Hall!

"No, Ron, I won't." Ginny retorted hotly, pointing her milk dripping spoon at her brother, "This isn't fair and you know it! We fought in the war just like you did, why should you get special treatment over us?" Ron rolled his eyes, the way Ginny was practically accusing each and every one of them was ridiculous, after all up until McGonagall's announcement none of them had any idea this was going to happen! It wasn't their fault!

"Yes, you've fought the war, but Ginny, you're acting as if we've got a bloody choice! We didn't ask for any of this, we don't make the bloody rules!" The rest of the table was watching the sparing siblings avidly, but Harry tried to minimize his presence as much as possible, because he just knew he'd be dragged into it at some point, and he really hoped he could at least go through half his breakfast before that happened.

"You can ask McGonagall to put you back where you belong!" Ginny snapped, her tone of voice suggesting this was not up for argument, "If enough of you go she'll have to consider this." Ron snored dismissively,

"That won't help, and besides, good luck finding enough eight years to actually go and talk to the Headmistress about this." At that Ginny turned her eyes and fixed her gaze on her boyfriend. Harry swallowed thickly and tried his best to avoid making eye contact with his girlfriend,

"Harry can go, he's got more pull than the lot of you put together, if he goes to McGonagall I bet she'll do pretty much everything he asks her to!" Harry sighed inwardly- first of all, he wasn't at all certain that Headmistress McGonagall was actually going to do anything just because he asked for it, in fact- he was pretty sure that he'd get one of her kind but condescending looks that always made him suspect she'll have a good laugh about it afterwards. "You'll go, right Harry? For me?" Before Harry could even open his mouth to say anything Ron banged his fist loudly on the table, causing quite a few of his house-mates, including his sister to jump,

"OK, Gin, let me break this down for you- and I'm only going to say it once so I really hope this will penetrate your thick skull and hopefully we'll never have to hear you whine about it again! No one, not a single eighth year is going back to their original dorms, and we don't care if you send Harry or the entire school to beg McGonagall, It. Ain't. Happening." The entire bulk of eighth year Gryffindors broke in applause, joined by a few others who were fed up with Ginny's nagging. Ginny looked around her, her face red with shame before she stood up slowly, fixed her brother with one last scorching glare and stormed out of the Great Hall. Harry sighed, he should probably go and talk to Ginny, but boy did he not feel like being in her presence right now… He carefully put his spoon down and turned to grab his bag when Ron grabbed his wrist, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Someone needs to talk to her." Ron patted Harry's hand,

"Trust me mate, I've known her my whole life, the last thing you want right now is to be anywhere near her. Percy lost his eyebrows once, trying to talk to her when she was in this state, it wasn't a pretty look!" Harry looked worried at the Great Hall's door, his left hand absently caressing his eyebrow, he kinda liked his eyebrows. "Just let her cool off, she'll come to you when she's ready." Lifting his head Ron suddenly realized that the attention of his entire house was focused on him, and he shrugged, "Don't get me wrong guys, but there is no way in hell I'm going back to sharing with you lot."

"Aww, but I was so hoping we'd renew our cuddling tradition." Seamus said with a pout on his lips, and Ron, who had just stuck a spoonful of porridge in his mouth, nearly gagged on it as he gaped at his Irish friend,

"What cuddling tradition?" He asked suspiciously, and Seamus gave him a bright smile,

"Oh, don't worry, you always fell asleep too soon to join in on the fun." Ron's face quickly drained of colour as the implications of Seamus' words hit him. His eyes became a little glassy as he was giving a valiant effort into not thinking about his four roommates doing Merlin knows what after he'd gone to sleep. Beside him Neville was having a hard time suppressing his giggles and Harry shook his head, it was amazing how Seamus could just say these sort of things and remain completely serious, his expression was so convincing in fact that even a few of the lower years were looking on curiously. Eventually it was Neville who took pity of their poor friend, and clapped Ron on the back to gain his attention,

"Ron! He's pulling your leg!" He cried out in laughter, not that he minded much what the others were thinking or if they were imagining the four of them cuddled together in one bed, after all, he was pretty secured in his sexuality and having Seamus as a friend taught Neville a lot about acceptance. Besides, he learned long ago that it was so much easier to just go with the flow of Seamus jokes, because if he cooperated he was far less likely to end up the butt of them, plus, seeing Ron's face like that always guaranteed a good laugh. Ron looked relieved for a few seconds before he narrowed his eyes again when Neville and Seamus began sending each other air kisses over the table. Boy, was he glad they had their separate rooms this year- just in case. Harry shook his head bemusedly as he returned to his own breakfast.

Throughout the day he tried his best to avoid Ginny, as most of the other students did, as she was still grumpy and easy to snap and Ron's words about lost eyebrows caused quite a few people to instinctively cover their eyebrows with their hand whenever they saw Ginny. Harry didn't much worry for the state of his eyebrows anymore, first of all, they were all magically trained, they could just as easily put on a glamour until they grew back if necessary. Second, he was pretty sure he could best her in her anger if push came to shove, because he knew first hand that she tended to lose concentration when angry which was bad for her fighting skills but pretty much what he was banking on now. No, his concern ran on a much deeper level,

Truth be told he was feeling quite guilty, not because he was enjoying 'special treatment' as Ginny claimed but because he no longer desired to be anywhere near her. Before he went into hiding, the summer before last, things between him and Ginny were damn near perfect- she cared about him and he about her, they got along great. They could just as easily sit and talk about everything and nothing as best friends as they could make out, hot and heavy as lovers. Harry was sure he'd hit the jack-pot on that one, but then the war came, and they were separated for such long time in which not only did he not see her in person but he got almost no news of her either. It seemed the war had given him back a completely different Ginny and Harry wasn't at all sure he wanted her in this state and that was making him feel guilty, like he somehow betrayed her by not being by her side to protect her from everything. And then, to add to his burning shame there were those dreams... Harry clamped down hard on the thought, he was not going to think about this! Not now, and if possible not ever!

After the first night Harry was content to put it down to the bad combination of butterbeer and potions, or maybe it was inhaling all the alcoholic air in Seamus' and Draco's room that night, after all it was very possible that he got a slight alcohol poisoning simply from having Pansy breath on him. But that didn't explain why the dream came back the next night, and the night after. It wasn't always the same, of course, sometimes his mystery lover didn't touch him sexually at all, simply lay by his side and wrapped Harry in his arms, making him feel so safe and secure- something he hadn't felt in a very long time, possibly ever. It felt so good, having someone there for him, holding him and not wanting anything from him in return, and Harry wanted to feel this way forever, just to be held like that- this feeling lasted only until the moment he opened his eyes when it was buried under a torrent of shame and self-loathing. Because not only was he dream-cheating on Ginny, but he was doing it with a guy! A guy he still couldn't place though he knew for sure he was familiar with. He couldn't go and talk to any of his friends about this, it was far too humiliating and so he had resorted to taking dreamless potion before bed, even though it left him feeling groggy and as if his head was full of fog the next morning.

He was really hoping that now they were back in school and cut off from the outside world things were going to calm down. Ginny will give her studies the attention they deserved and forget all about her maddened run for fame and they could go back to how they once were and he'd be able to put this whole mess behind him, and hopefully stop those blasted dreams once and for all. So far it's been a struggle, but Harry refused to lose hope just yet.

Harry was mightily relieved there was a Hogsmeade weekend coming up, as was the rest of the castle. Headmistress McGonagall decided to push the first one sooner to let the students let off some steam and show everyone that things were indeed back to normal. Soon after breakfast the castle emptied considerably as everyone who was a third year or older gleefully left to explore the renewed village. Harry, however, was not amongst them- he was currently standing in the Gryffindor common room waiting for Ginny to finally finish getting ready. He looked around and tried to smile at the younger students, most of whom were giving him baleful glares at the fact that he could go to Hogsmeade and they couldn't. Harry sighed and walked to the bottom of the stairs leading to the girls' dorms,

"Ginny!" He practically bellowed, knowing this didn't gain him any popularity points with the younger years but the hell with it! It's been nearly two hours since the rest left, this was getting ridiculous!

"I'm coming!" came Ginny's angered voice and a moment later the girl herself sauntered down, again dressed to the nines and looking fabulous. Too bad this was all wasted on her boyfriend whose patience had ran too thin to care by now. Ginny looped her arm in Harry's, smiling at her house-mates as the two made their way to the portrait hole.

"What took you so long? Everyone's been gone hours ago." Harry chided her as they made their way to the entrance, intent of not wasting another second. "The carriages have already left, we're going to have to walk there." He added, his voice laced with a tiny bit of vindictive malice at seeing the height of Ginny's heels.

"Bullocks!" She cursed loudly, "There's no way I can get there in these..." Harry was about to say something rather vicious about how none of this would have happened if she only dressed faster when Ginny pulled out her wand and quickly transfigured her high heeled shoes into comfortable trainers, before adding a glamour on them to make them look like high heeled shoes again. Harry wanted to roll his eyes but she gave him a bright smile and pulled him into the path leading to the village, "Let's go!"

As soon as they reached the outskirts of Hogsmeade Ginny stopped to cancel the charms on her shoes and she was once again wearing the monster heels that made her practically tower over her boyfriend. They walked around for a bit, noting the streets were near deserted as all of the students were either at the Honeydukes or at the new WWW brunch. Harry was pulling towards the twins new shop, intent on saying hello when Ginny squealed and started to pull him the other way,

"Oh, Merlin, they have a Unique Boutique here!" Harry wasn't sure he even wanted to know what she was talking about but the grip she had on his arm left him with little choice but to be dragged along. They entered the shop and Harry felt the desperation creeping in- it was a clothes shop, of course it was a clothes shop... Ginny was already drifting towards the racks, running her hands on the colourful fabrics, leaving Harry to stand in the entryway like a log. Luckily he spotted Seamus and Parvati in the other side of the shop, trying on hats and laughing their heads off and he made his way towards them.

"Hey, it's 'Arry! Ahoy mate!" Parvati cried happily as she tipped her triangular pirate hat at him, Harry smiled and shook his head fondly. Seamus turned around then, wearing a 18th century musketeers hat, complete with a giant plume and a curly wig,

"What do you think?" He said with a wide smile, running the long plume between his fingers, but before Harry could venture an opinion Parvati brandished an imaginary sword,

"You royal scum, come and face me if you dare!" She cried and Seamus immediately drew his own imaginary sword to face her,

"Death to all thieving pirates!" He yelled and they started their fight. Harry watched with amusement as they sparred, jumping around like a couple of children, laughing and trying to stab each other with air, doing his best to avoid Seamus' flailing plume that seemed to be all over the place, and somehow in his face.

"Harry, look." Both Parvati and Seamus stopped their fight to watch and the looks on their faces caused Harry to turn in trepidation. Ginny was standing there, wearing something that could only be called a dress in the broadest sense of the word, since there was so little of it. Harry gulped and realized that this was the first time he'd seen this much of Ginny in one go and frankly- this was not the way he wanted to see her, ever, and especially not in front of other people! But what made it all worse was the fact that Ginny's 'dress' was yellow, golden in fact and that made her skin look yellow as well, and not in a good ivory sort of way but in a sickly, unhealthy kind of way. "What do you think?" She asked with a big smile and Harry opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, completely bereft of words. Instead he reached for the price tag dangling under Ginny's arm,

"5000 Galleons?" He cried out, barely aware that pretty much everyone in his vicinity turned to look at him, "Ginny, there's barely any fabric here, how could this cost 5000 bloody galleons?" Ginny snatched the tag from his hand, flipping her hair over her shoulder,

"Harry, please, this is a Faramazzo design, it's a perfectly reasonable price." Ginny said with a dismissive wave of her hand,

"Reasonable? For a fucking... doily?" Harry was just about ready to explode. There was no way he was letting Ginny walk out of this shop in this... this... thing!

"It's not a doily, you idiot!" Ginny hissed, pitching her face close to Harry's so that the whole shop wouldn't be privy to their argument, even though it was a little too late as the crowd around them was looking on curiously, "It's a perfectly good dress, and you're going to buy it for me, you owe me!" With that she spun on her heel and strode off back into the changing area, the onlookers scurrying to get out of her way. Harry gaped after her in shock. He knew the whole thing with the dorms was going to come and bite him in the arse but that was low! He turned to face Seamus and Parvati who were still staring at the place Ginny was a moment ago,

"I think I've been violated," Parvati moaned softly, her eyes big and round and frightened, "And not at all in a good way." Besides her Seamus nodded, pulling off his hat and wig and running a hand in his hair,

"I think I now know more about the female anatomy than I ever wanted to..." Harry squared his jaw in anger, those two were completely useless!

"Guys!" He snapped and the two turned their big eyes at him, "What the hell do I do? I can't let her buy this... tea towel!"

"No, no you can't..." Seamus conceded with a soft tone. Harry wanted to shake him, what sort of answer was that? He needed their help, possibly their muscle to struggle the offending garment off of Ginny, not these horrified expressions.

"I do believe it is time to let Divinia out." Parvati said thoughtfully and the two boys turned to look at her in shock,

"Who the hell is Divinia?" Harry asked, gazing around him as if expecting someone to pop out from the depth of the shelves. Seamus stepped forward and brushed imaginary dust from his shoulders before squaring them,

"Divinia is the little fashionista diva that lives in us all," He explained, his voice suddenly much more drawled and his eyes somewhat veiled. Harry gave Parvati a side-glance trying to discreetly find out if she's seen the deference in Seamus as well, but she only smiled in encouragement, "Of course, in some of us, she's buried very, very deep." At that Parvati rolled her eyes,

"Yes, yes, lesbians have no fashion sense," She said with a bored tone and poked Seamus in his lower back, "Now go do your magic." Seamus straightened up, pulling himself to his full height and took a deep breath as he ceremoniously handed his hat and imaginary sword to Parvati before striding over to where Ginny was standing, still wearing the offensive golden doily and checking out other dresses, no doubt with as little fabric as the last,

"Ginny, Darling!" Seamus simpered loudly, causing the girl in question to look up startled, "Are you trying to turn me straight with this?" He said and pointed meaningfully at the hem of her skirt that was indeed a mere inch away from doing just that. Ginny squeaked in indignation and tried to pull the dress down a little, not that it did much good because when she pulled the hem down, her breasts were nearly popping out. "Come along dear, let me save you from yourself. The Hepatitis C look is soooo last year..." Seamus said generously as he placed a hand over Ginny's shoulder, stirring her back towards the changing cubicles. Before he disappeared with a red faced Ginny, Seamus turned to Harry and Parvati,

"You two, be gone!" He commended regally, waving his hand at them, "Come back in 30 minutes, and bring me something good from the Honeydukes. You know what mama likes." He added with a little wink aimed at Parvati, who was biting her lip trying not to laugh and nodded. As soon as Seamus and Ginny were gone from their sight, Parvati let out a small chuckle, unable to contain it any longer and started to pull a stunned Harry out of the shop.

"Come on Harry, we should give Divinia some space to work." Harry was pulled out of his shock by Parvati's voice, and he turned to look at the smiling Indian girl next to him,

"Divinia? Is that a... thing?" He asked, from the way Seamus and Parvati were talking it was clear that this wasn't the first time this sort of thing happened, and Harry wondered how he'd missed it all those years. Parvati smiled and patted his shoulder,

"He doesn't let her out that often in school," She explained, "And hardly ever without make-up on." When Harry's eyes widened in shock she smiled softly, "Divinia is a drag personality, sort of like Shey's alter ego. You should see him do her in full drag, she is gorgeous!" Harry was about to comment about this, only he couldn't really find any words for it. How could Parvati be so casual about this? And why, when it came down to it, did Seamus have a drag personality in the first place?! Before his confused brain could come up with any sort of answer he found himself enveloped in people, and the level of noise increased significantly as they entered the Honeydukes.

Parvati squeezed her way past, dragging Harry behind her towards the chocolate section. She knew that if she left Harry alone in this state he was most likely to stand there gaping like a landed fish and looking like a complete idiot, and while a part of her was kinda wishing she could see that she was a good enough friend to save him from himself.

"Here," She said as she shoved something into his hand. Harry looked down and saw a box full of chocolate pineapples. The store kept a variety of chocolate shaped fruits whose creamy center was the actual fruit flavour. Harry never liked any of those. He looked up at Parvati in question,

"It's Shey's favourite, don't ask." She said and shrugged. The two continued through the shop, picking up things they actually liked on their way to the till. Harry's mind was still firmly on the clothes shop, hoping beyond hope that Seamus will indeed be successful in his mission of turning Ginny away from the offending dress because he knew he couldn't really resist her, not when he was feeling so fucking guilty already.

When they exited the Honeydukes, Parvati led the way to stand next to the Boutique Ginny was currently in, trying to spend as much of Harry's money over things that didn't even suit her. Parvati leaned on the fence of the garden surrounding the cottage next to the shop and pulled out her sack of candy, looking like she intended to stay there for quite a while. Harry opened his mouth to suggest they go back when she gave him a meaningful look from under her lashes and he had no choice but to join her.

"Are you sure it's safe to leave them on their own like that?" He asked, biting his lip with uncertainty. It wasn't that he didn't trust Seamus, it was that he wasn't at all sure how he felt about this... Divinia person...ality.

"Shey just saved you 5000 galleons on a dress that made your girlfriend look the embodiment of a venereal disease." Parvati intoned flatly before popping a Bertie Botts Bean in her mouth, her face contorting in a grimace before she spat it out and selected another.

"You don't think very highly of Ginny, do you?" Harry asked, looking at Parvati intently. He was never very close to her in the past, but she's always been a good friends with Seamus and in the past year with Hermione as well, especially after Ron started dating Lavender. He knew she was a lot smarter than she let on and all these years hanging around with Seamus had probably honed her tongue to sharpness, but he still felt a little weird having this discussion with her. Parvati shrugged, casting Harry a side glance,

"Not after I've read some of interviews she gave." Harry felt himself bristle, his old protectiveness towards Ginny flaring back, something that he hasn't felt since the war had ended,

"What do you mean? Ginny is a war hero, she's got a lot to be proud of." He snapped and Parvati tossed the bean she was holding back into the bag before she pushed herself off the fence to face Harry,

"You haven't read any of them, have you?" Harry clenched his jaw, looking at the ground,

"I... Don't really read the papers." He muttered softly, feeling a little foolish,

"Which is probably the reason you're still willing to date her..." Parvati muttered lowly, but still loud enough for Harry to hear, and bristle over, "Well then, you'd be very interested to know that apparently what your girlfriend dear is most proud of is being your little piece of arm candy." Parvati said coldly, her voice dripping with malice and contempt towards Ginny. Harry shrank a little at her words- it was true he hadn't read or listened to any of the interviews Ginny gave, but a part of him was kind of upset none of his friends bothered to tell him any of that before now. Parvati looked at the dejected hero in front of her and sighed, "Look, I don't mean to cause any problems..." She quieted and Harry looked up, noting the pensive expression on her face, "Wait, I do actually! Harry, that bitch is using you! You're much better off without her!" Harry was stunned, where the hell did that come from?

"Excuse me?" He asked through gritted teeth but Parvati wouldn't back down, now that the cat was out of the bag she was not about to let it back in, and boy did it feel good to finally say what was probably on everybody's minds out loud at last,

"She's trying to get ahead by using your name, and she doesn't care if you want this or not, which you clearly don't." She told Harry, her eyes shining with victory when she saw the flash of doubt in Harry's eyes, so he did think of it before... this was good, that meant he was ready to be broken, "You're letting her do that just because you're too scared of being alone." She finished with a small victorious smile. Harry lifted his head to catch that smile and his anger flared. He advanced at Parvati, hoping to make her cower,

"You don't know anything about my relationship with Ginny!" He hissed lowly, his voice dropping in his anger, but Parvati didn't bat an eyelash, a true Gryffindor, as she leaned forward, her nose nearly pressing into Harry's as she hissed back,

"I know more than you bloody think! And I ain't the only one who thinks that!" She retorted hotly, that took Harry by surprise and he stumbled back a pace or two,

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone thinks that, the others are just too afraid to hurt your 'delicate feelings' to tell you anything." Parvati's voice had lost its malice and she sounded tired all of a sudden. She hadn't meant to hurt Harry, not really, she just wanted him out of that bitch's claws- if only to have Seamus and Hermione stop harping about how she's been hurting their precious little Harry. She placed a soft hand on Harry's shoulder, feeling a little bad that all of his fighting spirit seemed to have gone and that he didn't even push her away, "Harry look, it's not too late, you can still walk out of this unscathed. It's not like you knocked her up or something right?" It had meant to be a joke, honestly, but the way Harry jumped up was quite alarming,

"What? No!" He cried, before he caught Parvati's wide eyed expression, "We... we never actually..." He trailed off uneasily, saying a lot more than he intended. A look of pure glee crossed Parvati's face,

"Really? Sweet!" Harry looked up startled,

"What?"

"Sorry, just a little bet with Hermione." Parvati shrugged and smiled uneasily, but damn that was good news. "Come on, let's head back, I'm pretty sure if Divinia couldn't talk that stu... I mean, Ginny out of things by now she never will." Harry shook his head as they both turned back towards the shop,

"Everyone?" Parvati shrugged,

"Pretty much." Harry sighed,

"Great."

They entered the shop, Harry dreading what he might find in there, because the last time he went clothes shopping he ended up with a pile that he was pretty sure will take him at least a year to go through. When they reached the till Ginny and Seamus were there, talking amicably, and to Harry's enormous relief there was only one item on the counter. When Ginny saw him she smiled and held up a dress- this one was dark blue, which suited her colours so much better, plus she was quite long, maybe even covering her knees. Harry was so relieved he was ready to pay any sort of price for that dress, and as luck would have it this one was off the sales rack which meant he only had to pay 200 galleons for it. Harry wisely decided to keep his mouth shut when he saw Ginny's happiness. He sent a grateful smile at Seamus who returned it with a half smile of his own, causing Harry to wonder if he was one of the people Parvati eluded to earlier. Probably, he and Parvati were close enough- he'd have to catch Seamus up for a chat alone, and soon. When the four of them exited the shop, Parvati rubbed her hands together, looking utterly satisfied with her day's work,

"How about we head down to the 'Three Broomsticks' for some butterbeer and food?" Harry and Seamus nodded in assent, when Ginny grabbed Harry's arm, giving the other girl a forced smile,

"Actually, it's been a while since Harry and I had time to ourselves," She said, as she started pulling Harry away from the others, "We're going over to Madame Puddifoot's for lunch." Before Harry had time to object she started walking as fast as her monster heels will allow her, leaving Harry no choice but to trail behind her. Seamus and Parvati exchanged a look before turning to the pub.

When they entered the pub they immediately spotted the table that hosted their friends. Hermione was sitting there with Neville, Draco, Pansy who had her hands all over a very uncomfortable Michael and Justin. The two sat down and Seamus signaled the waitress to their table. As she walked over everyone scrambled for the menus to decided what they wanted before she made it to their table through the crowded pub. Seamus sighed, why did they all feel the need to wait for him to order? Each and every time?

When she got there she gave them all a beaming smile, turning a notch beamier when she saw Draco. The whole table was trying hard not to laugh. They each placed their order, mostly for Shepard's pie, as was the day's special, except Draco who opted for a glass of water with a twist of lemon,

"Really, Drake?" Seamus asked with a raised eyebrow, his nerves were already pulled taught after the ordeal with Ginny, he did not need to deal with his roommate's body issues right now.

"I'm on a diet," Draco replied lowly, so that the waitress wouldn't hear him, while giving her a flirting smile from across the table,

"So all you're getting now is lemon water and then you're going to go back to our room and binge on chocolates all night?" Seamus didn't even bother to lower his voice, this stupid obsession with Draco's weight was starting to get on his nerves. It wasn't like Draco was ever fat, or even close to it- and the fact was that even if he did gain a couple of pounds he would not have any trouble pulling guys, but that was something Seamus learned the hard way was best left unsaid.

"I don't do that!" Draco snapped when he realized the whole table was watching, and Seamus gave him a Look, before turning to the waitress,

"Two Shepard's pies and a plate of chips please, and a couple of butterbeers. Thank you." The waitress gave him a little wink and left, while Draco glared sulkily at his friend,

"There's no way I'm eating chips!" Seamus seemed far from impressed,

"The chips are not for you." He snapped. Next to him Parvati lay a soft hand on his knee, she knew it must have hurt Seamus bad the way Harry brushed him so callously aside to run and do Ginny's bidding after Seamus put so much effort into saving him this morning. She truly hoped her little conversation with Harry had opened his eyes because if not- dire measures will have to be taken and she wasn't at all sure her friends were ready to go there.