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One of The Guys

Chapter Four

Bitter thoughts (Edit 2/19/09)

Harry sat down next to Ron and across from Lavender after Dumbledore's announcement. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and tried to move in his skirt.

"Something wrong?" Lavender asked.

"My clothes are too big." Harry said. He ran a hand through his hair and looked around the Great Hall.

"You can borrow mine from now on. I'd say were about the same size," She smiled. "So, Evie, huh?" She asked, "What made you think of that name?"

"I don't know. I guess I like the name," Harry said defensively. Lavender smiled and raised her eyebrows up at Ron.

"You guys suck. Do you know that?" Harry said. He knew what they would do. They would make fun of him even though they forced him to do this. Though, he did feel guilty because he knew he would probably have done the same thing to Ron if they hadn't switched places.

Harry gobbled down his breakfast in a very 'unlady-like' fashion before he rushed back to the common room to get his books. He figured he had left them there with all the commotion of what he was doing. Harry quickly gathered his belongings and then ran dawn to meet his friends.

He met them on the way to transfiguration. Ron had a goofy smile as Harry came over.

"I talked to Parvati-," Ron started.

"Padma!" Lavender and Harry said in unison. Lavender gave Harry a look with big brown eyes and he instantly went quiet. That's right. How would 'Evie' know who she was?

"Padma, Ron," Lavender corrected softly after Harry let the insight sink in, "Honestly, If you can't get the name right, why are you even going out with her?"

"Because I like her," he said glaring at Lavender. "Anyway, I just talked to her and she's still on for tonight. Hey Harry—"

"You guys got to start calling me Evie now or people will get suspicious," Harry said in a soft, low whisper.

"Right, Right, Right," Ron said. "Evie, how does it feel to be a real woman?" he asked.

Harry adjusted his books in his arms. "It's ok I guess. A little uncomfortable and people won't stop looking at me, and my underwear is giving me a bit of wedgy…"

"Duh, Har-Evie! You're a total babe!...except for the underwear bit. That's kinda weird," Ron said, and then his face lit up in sudden excitement, "Can I carry your books?"

Harry looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "You'll do that for me?" Ron nodded. "Then yeah, ok, sure." he dumped his books on top of Ron's.

Lavender glared at Ron. "How come you never carry my books? I mean I am a 'real' girl."

"Yeah I know but-but look at him!" Lavender looked at Harry and smacked Ron's shoulder, almost making him drop the books before entering the classroom. Most of the class was already sitting. Lavender cut through the room and sat in the trio's usual spot. Ron being slower followed with Harry behind him.

McGonagall smiled as they sat down. "I'll start the class off by introducing Evie Evans. She is exchanged from Durmstrang." She said. "Evie will you please stand up."

Harry stared at McGonagall in shock. "What?" he asked stupidly.

"Would you please stand up," She said, "and introduce yourself."

Harry glanced around and sadly stood up. "Um, my name is Evie Evans and you all know I came from Durmstrang. I'm 17, I like quidditch and uh-well that's, uh…it." he finished, lamely. He felt stupid basically repeating what the teacher said. Harry looked around and by their expressions he guessed they thought so too.

"Thank you, Miss Evans," She said. "You can take your seat." Harry nodded and quickly sat down.

Hermione stared as the new girl moved uncomfortably from class to class. She apparently became good friends with Ron and Lavender as they now laughing at something Ron just said.

She snorted. The only reason Ron was being nice because he wants to do her, Hermione was sure. 'That is such a guy,' she thought bitterly. She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't even notice Neville who had been trying to get her attention.

"I mean who does she think she is—" she said.

"Hermione—" Neville said.

"I mean does she notice the looks guys give her—"

"I'm a guy and I'm not—"

"I bet she does. Look at her thinking she's all that. Look at her—"

"Hermione—"

"I mean look at her." Neville took a glance just to please her.

"I looked. Happy? Now will you listen to me?" he asked annoyed. Hermione looked over at Neville and blushed.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

Neville nodded. "It's ok," He paused. "Why do you care so much about how guys react to her?"

"I'm a girl. I think I'm entitled to act on a little bit of dislike for other girls."

Neville nodded. "You know what?" He said smiling. "Guys only like her because she's new. You know? Like cows. Bulls don't like going back to the same 'old' cow every night. They just won't. They want 'new' cow, and Evie is that."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Neville that made no sense, what-so-ever. And did you just call me a cow?"

"Ok forget that… but you know she's not even that pretty. With that short hair and she's too skinny."

"I guess she isn't considered a 'cow' like the rest of us, huh?" Neville blushed and ducked his head, ashamed.

"Sorry," He mumbled.

"I think she's doing avant-garde. It's French," Hermione said intelligently.

"But she's not French. She's Bulgarian," He said daftly.

"You know what?" Hermione asked thoughtfully. "I don't even think she's Bulgarian. She has no accent and "Evans' is an English name I believe."

"Hmm," Neville nodded. He stared at Evie. He couldn't understand why Hermione had such an animosity towards the other girl. Evie seemed nice from what he saw if not a little shy but she had a great figure and a toned body and short black hair, which now that he thought about looked nice together. He just really couldn't see why Hermione didn't like her, especially since her glasses gave her a librarian look, a sexy librarian. Neville just barely contained a blush.

He looked over at Hermione who sent a bitter glare at Ron, Lavender, and Evie. Evie did seem close to Ron. He was carrying her books after all. 'Wait a minute,'

"Hermione," He said, "Do you like Ron?"

Her head snapped up to his fast, and she stared at him shocked. "No of course not," she said still shocked, "What makes you ask that?"

"Well… Evie hasn't done anything evil to you or anyone. The only thing she's done is hang around Lavender and RON," He hinted.

Hermione scowled at him. "I do not like Ron. He's been nothing but the bane of my existance." She growled. "I hate Ronald Weasley."

Ron rushed to dinner where he saw Lavender and Harry sitting near the end of the table. Ron was about to move their way when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and found Padma Patil standing there with a glare on her face.

"Ron we need to talk," She snapped.

"Sure thing Padme-,"

"Padma!" She shouted. She led him towards the outside of the Great Hall. "You are a major jerk."

"What? What did I do?"

"You and that ditz-faced, new girl," She yelled, her face was red with embarrassment. "You were carrying her books for her to ALL of her classes!"

"We're friends!" he defended.

"You just met her," Padma said. "You're friends with Lavender and Harry. How come you never carry any of their books?"

"Harry's a guy and Lavender, well it's just Lavender," He replied.

"It's just lavender?" She repeated. "What? She doesn't deserve to have her books carried for her?"

"Why are you getting huffy about that?" Ron asked confused and frightened, "I thought you were mad at me for carrying Evie's books and now you're defending Lavender? Lavender is subhuman, that's why I don't carry her books."

"Ugh!" She cried angrily, "Just face it. You're attracted to what's her face—"

"Evie."

"Whatever!" Padma shouted. "You like her, but why? She's not that cute!"

"You're only saying that because you're Fat!" He couldn't believe he had said that. He knew she wasn't fat but her bad-mouthing his best friend pissed him off. He had to defend Harry, especially now that he was a cute girl and needed his honor defended…

She stared at him for a moment and her eyes were blank. She suddenly snapped her eyes down to her body and began to straighten out her uniform. She then turned cold brown eyes on to Ron. "We're over. I can't believe I even agreed to go on a date with you. Even after Parvati warned me about your reputation."

"My reputation?" He asked.

"That you promise girls your heart to get them into bed with you," She answered. She stared at him and her eyes began to water. She blinked after a moment to stop the tears forming before turning around and walking away. As she walked away Ron noticed her shoulders were hunched and she was holding her hands in front of her. When she was gone Ron turned away, feeling empty, and joined his friends silently at dinner.

"What was that about, Ron?" Lavender asked as she saw Ron sit down. He ignored her and began to shovel piles of food on to his plate. "Ron?" She asked again. "Are you ok?"

I got the new cow theory from a Hugh Jackman movie, Someone Like You. Not sure if I said it right, but here you are with another edit.