A/N: Yeah, second one today, I'm bored so expect a few more. Set during HBP we have Parvati/Dean, Dean/Ginny and Lavender/Ron. Hopefully it's okay.
Scream
You sit in the common room, for once actually attempting your homework. You hear a giggle and glance up only to be met by the sight of Lavender attempting to eat Ron's face, or at least that's what it looks like from here. You scowl, your best friend was acting like an idiot, and your only consolation was that Potter was suffering as badly as you were. Nearby Dean has also noticed and is miming throwing up into the fire. You laugh, it's the first time in a while that you've had a genuine reason to, but Dean has always been able to do that to you. He shoots you a grin which you return, your stomach doing flips. You look back at your work blushing, you are certain you were staring again. You curse at your stupidity, he is dating Ginny Weasley, you don't even have a chance. But, because you are Parvati you just keep on foolishly loving the sod. You attempt to continue with your homework, you realize its Divination and smile; it's your favorite subject. Then your face falls, no, it's Lavender and your favorite subject. You involuntarily glance at your best friend again, she doesn't even notice you. You bite your lip and look away; your gaze falls on Dean again. Ginny walks through the door, grins at Dean and sits next to him, she notices your stare and smiles at you and you manage a half smile back and glance away. You can't quite bring yourself to hate her, she was a decent kid. Your gaze wanders around the room and somehow finds its way back to Ron and Lavender, they're snogging yet again and you're sick of it. You return your attention to your homework, but your vision swims. You growl and give up, crumpling your homework into a ball and hurling it towards the bin, it misses and hits Seamus on the back of the head, but you don't care. You storm up the stairs to your thankfully empty dormitory, slam the door, collapse on your bed and scream.
Not much to say here except a thanks to a good mate of mine, I'm still writing thanks to your kind words, reassuring me that I can actually write. I shall threaten you lot again: Review or I will sic the Blast-Ended Skrewts on you!