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A/N: Sorry for the Long update. I had for past while lost my muse and stopped writing all together. So thank you all who reviewed and will continue to review.

The pink cow: You'll find out in this chapter.

Bite x me: Yes it was.

Michelle Moonshine: I had been thinking about giving him his period so it'll probably happen soon.

2crazedredheads: Thank you Emily, I had thought about Noel but than that would have been too narcissistic on my part.

One of the Guys

Chapter Nine

The Date and Revelations (2/22/09)

Lavender left Harry and Mathieu to go join her partner, Neville, with their egg. He was sitting in the grass and nearly jumped when she squeezed his shoulder. She enjoyed making the nervous boy jump. One would think he was terrified of girls.

"Hey, Neville," she said casually. He looked up and smiled pleasantly at her.

Ever since he started dating Ginny, he had grown more confident and slightly more social but he still held the clumsy 'Neville' traits that everyone had come to know and love. "So how's our little egg?"

They still hadn't decided what gender their egg should be. "Uhh… Its doing fine but I think it's time to name it."

"Ok," Lavender said and sat down next to Neville.

He gasped silently at how close they had now become. Their knees were touching and he felt his face glow bright red.

"B-boy or g-g—"

"Boy or girl? Hmm," Lavender cut in to stop Neville's stammering. "I want a boy, because everyone else has girls and so our little guy can pimp-out as soon as he reaches puberty." Lavender laughed and Neville gave her a weird look.

"Pub-berty? We wont have them that long will we?" Neville asked seriously.

"They're eggs Neville, they don't grow. I was only joking," Lavender corrected. "So it's a boy, his name is Charles and his personality is rough, adventurous and he's devilishly handsome."

"Wait, we didn't decide anything, I—" Poor Neville looked all too confused.

"Boy, Neville you're certainly a man of conversation. Ginny must find you absolutely fascinating." Lavender's over confident voice, which she was speaking in through the entire class period to Neville, suddenly shrank to uncertainty at the look on Neville's face. He had grown rather quiet at the mention of his girlfriend. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's just write the paper and be done, please," He said.

"Neville, I've never seen you like this before, you're so stiff," She said. She looked at him worriedly. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong."

"It's nothing," he said as he pulled out parchment and began to write down what Lavender had said about 'Charles'.

"It's just…" He slammed his quill down, ok didn't slam it. It slipped from his fingers onto the floor and he had to bend down to pick it up. He was not at all aware that his pants had stretched down to reveal his underwear and butt crack.

"Neville!" Lavender gasped out laughing at the major crack-attack that he assaulted her with. "Neville."

"What?" he asked as he sat back down pulling his pants up as he did. She shook her head holding back laughter. She simply waved her hand motioning for Neville to continue with his original thought. "Oh, yeah, It's just I don't think she likes me in the same way that I like her."

"Ginny?" Lavender asked, the laughter gone from her face. What he said probably held some evidence. Ginny had been spending a lot of time with the 'hot' new foreign French guy, lately and spending less time with her friends. It was no wonder that Neville was getting Jealous.

Jealous. Wow, Lavender never thought of Neville as the type of man to become jealous. He always seemed too sweet and here he was with her in class brooding over a girl. Just thinking Neville was capable of jealousy made her see him in a whole new light. He was normal, clumsy but normal, a normal man, that's all.

"Don't worry about it, Neville," Lavender said at last. "Ginny wouldn't say yes to date you then cheat on you. She's not like that."

"Yeah," Neville mumbled. Lavender couldn't tell if he believed her or not.

Harry and Lavender sat on his old bed (now Mathieu's bed) in the boys' dormitory's they watched Ron pop his collar. He was admiring himself in the mirror as they watched in silent laughter.

"Ron, Ron, Ron," Lavender laughed. "What are you doing?"

Ron whipped his head around. "You like what you see?" He attempted to put on his sexiest voice but failed miserably. He popped his collar again. "Smell my cologne." He stretched out his hand and Lavender sniffed his wrist and instantly gagged.

"Let me smell," Harry asked. Ron moved his wrist beneath Harry's nose and he took a big whiff. He understood why Lavender gagged. He smelt like cow dung. "So that's what that smell was? I thought some one over flooded the bathroom again."

"Ha ha ha," Ron growled sarcastically. "You laugh but you don't realize this cologne is the key to my charm. It's what's gonna get me some tonight." He smiled cockishly.

"Get some?" Lavender laughed. "Some of what? A slap? Her throwing her drink in your face for your disgusting behavior—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, ladies. Let's not be nasty," Ron cut in and winked at Lavender and Harry, who both scowled. He walked away from his mirror and smiled at them. "You may be jealous of Hannah because you aren't getting any of 'this'…"

He gestured to his lanky body and made Lavender break out laughing along with Harry.

"Hey don't laugh," Ron hollered. "I'm a sexy man! Damn it."

"No you're not," Lavender said as she still laughed. "You're just a stupid man."

"No I am not! The ladies love me. You'll see," Ron cried. "Now if you excuse me, I have a date. You know, where two people spend some romantic time together over candlelight and then have sex—"

"I know what a date is, you buffoon!" Lavender cried and she chucked the bed pillow at him landing him in the head.

"My hair!" He cried and ran back to the mirror and grabbed a comb and began to comb it again.

Harry and Lavender managed to push Ron out of the dorm and had to drag him down the steps. He was so bent on making his appearance perfect that he probably forgot he was late but as soon as they told him so he hightailed out of there as fast as he could, leaving the Harry and Lavender alone.

Ron met Hannah outside her dorm. He had run the entire way and his hair would have been a mess again had he not of dumped half a jar of magical hair gel on it. Harry made fun of him by making comment about his head looking like plastic, than calling him 'ken'. Ron didn't understand it but both Lavender and Harry broke out into hysterics. Ron made a mental note to look up 'ken' (Whatever that was?) later.

Hannah was wearing simple jeans and a yellow sweater with her straight red hair falling simply over her shoulders. She looked very simple and plain but Ron smiled sweetly at her anyway. She may not have been beautiful but she was cute.

Ron then took Hannah to Hogsmead and to the three broomsticks. So maybe it wasn't a candlelight dinner but Hannah obviously wasn't expecting anything fancy. She laughed and giggled at Ron all the while sending him adoring smiles.

After dinner the two went window shopping sometimes stepping in to browse but neither had brought enough money to spend on anything besides dinner.

Seamus couldn't for the life of him figure out what was wrong with himself. He had been acting weird since the beginning of the year or so said the boy who was sitting opposite on the couch as they played exploding snap. Dean was winning thanks to Seamus' lack of attention.

His girlfriend had finally dumped him claiming he didn't pay her enough attention (Of course after claiming he paid her too much attention). Woman, pshh! He thought he paid the right amount of attention, but probably not the kind she wanted. She wanted him to be passionate but he just couldn't. He found himself not attracted to her anymore. It was weird.

"You need to get over her, man." Dean sighed. "She isn't worth it if she's just going to dump you."

"Mm-hmm," Seamus mumbled as Dean finally defeated him in the card game. He didn't say anything because at that moment Mathieu walked in. It was obvious the boy was at the library because he came in carrying several thick books.

"Hey, Mathieu," Dean called. Mathieu looked over in their direction and smiled. Dean motioned for him to sit beside them. For some strange reason Seamus felt his palms grow sweaty and his forehead and cheeks flush. "What's wrong with you?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Seamus squeaked out just as Mathieu sat down next to him. The foreign boy dumped his books onto the floor and rested his back to the chair.

"What's up?" Mathieu asked.

"Just playing exploding snap, but Seamus is on another planet," Dean answered. "His girlfriend dumped him."

Mathieu looked to Dean then to Seamus with a sympathetic expression. "Oh, that's horrible. I'm sure she wasn't worth it."

Seamus made a sound all too well aware at how close they were sitting. Mathieu gave him a strange look then smiled.

Dean stood up from where he was sitting. "I got to go. I'm gonna go find some one who will actually play tonight." He raised the deck of cards to emphasize what he meant. "So, bye."

"Bye," Both Seamus and Mathieu said

"You don't seem that upset by it, is something else bothering you?" Mathieu asked as soon as Dean left. "I promise I won't tell and plus I'm a good peer mentor."

"A what?" he asked.

"Peer mentor—It's a muggle thing. Just know you can trust me."

Seamus gazed over at the French boy who was sitting beside him. He had turned his body so he was facing Seamus. His chocolate hair, Seamus noticed was adorable and slightly curly and his cinnamon eyes were glowing and sympathetic. 'wow!' Seamus' mind squealed in his head, 'where did that come from?'

"Seamus?" Mathieu reached out and grabbed Seamus' hand that jumped and shrunk away from him. "Seamus, what is wrong?" Unaware to the other boy, Seamus felt a tingly sensation between his legs and also grow incredibly warm. He looked down at his lap and saw a bulge begin to form.

"I—I got to go. I…Bye," With that Seamus tore away and ran up to his room as quick as he could.

"What the hell was that about?" Hermione asked her self as soon as Seamus left. She only wanted to comfort him. Simply shrugging she picked up a book and continued reading.

Hiding in the safe haven of his closed bed curtains, Seamus attempted to slow his heavy breathing and calm his nerves. Nothing was wrong with him, he was perfectly fine. It was common for boys to get aroused by other boys, right? Just because he had a hard-on at the touch of Mathieu didn't mean anything.

"I'm sure Dean and Neville have those too," he mumbled to himself. "I wouldn't be surprised. I mean, Matt is a good looking guy. Well not just good looking but super hansom. That's it. Hell, I'm sure Ron thinks so too. Yeah that's right. I am ok. I am not gay. No siree. Not me." Just as he pondered this Mathieu's face appeared. This did not help at all seeing that the 'bulge' in his pants had not at all gone. "Oh God, I am gay."

Next: Harry and Hermione grow closer.