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A/N: Goodness, There's so much stuff going on. 'Who was Ron in love with? Wait—Parvati's in this?' Its such a pain to reread stuff I've been writing and reading repeatedly. Anyway, this was gonna be part of chapter 17, but I just decided to make a new chapter out of it.

One of the Guys

Chapter Eighteen

Lonely Hearts II

"Feeling sorry for yourself, still?" A voice called.

Ron jerked at the voice but ultimately sighed in annoyance. "Bugger off, Parvati," He cried, "I've had enough of you."

"I don't think so," Parvati said softly. She moved into his line of vision.

"You disgust me!" Ron spat. He was tensing and his muscles shook with anger and frustration.

Parvati regarded him nervously before confidence seeped back into her.

"No," She said again. "No, because…" She moved towards him and bent down. She outstretched her arm and let it touch his cheek. Ron flinched and tried to move away but she continued to stroke him. "I think you enjoy this very much."

And with that she leaned in and kissed him.

Transfiguration class moved on from the gender-bender lesson McGonagall had been teaching and they were now learning to turn creatures with scales into mammal-based materials. Hermione pouted when McGonnagal told her and Evie to sit out. Hermione understood that it was for the sake of not making their lack of participation with the Sunor Ot Celfer look suspicious, but Damn it, Hermione wanted to learn.

The only good thing about the class was that Ron had mysteriously disappeared, and Lavender had volunteered to be Neville's partner. That meant Evie had no one to talk to but her.

Hermione did an internal wiggle at her giddiness. Evie seemed a bit less uncomfortable then she was earlier and was actively partaking in a conversation.

"So, it's deplorable how wizard society has warped the mind of House Elves," Hermione said passionately, "Think of how they would be if we didn't beat down on them about how their only purpose is to serve us!"

A few heads turned to glare at her and Hermione blushed.

"Wow," Harry said with a quizzical glance, "I don't really understand what you just said…" But that rant was sexy as hell. He blushed.

Mathieu frowned but then shrugged. "So Christmas is coming up…" He said.

Harry nodded, "and then that stupid egg project will be done."

Mathieu frowned and then spoke in a surprisingly low voice, "I don't think it was stupid."

Harry frowned at Mathieu incredulously. He leaned his head into his hand and twisted a strand of hair. It was getting awkwardly long.

"If we never had that project, I never would've gotten to know you," Mathieu said. He reached out and Harry watched with wide eyes as Mathieu tugged at Harry's hair good naturedly. To Harry, though, something was off. Mathieu's hand stayed a little too long and his eyes held a little too much warmth.

'Wha…What just happened?' Harry's slow mind failed to understand. He nodded and ran a hand through his hair again as if to shake off Mathieu's touch.

"Yeah, good point," Harry nodded, "You're a good 'friend'. One of the best I've had, Buddy ol' pal…yeah."

Mathieu's face fell and he nodded as he leaned away, "Yeah, same here…Pal."

"Great, Friend…" Harry trailed off. 'GREAT! Now I can't even call him by his name. Being sexually confused in wrong gender sucks.'

As the class ended, Harry hoped to escape Mathieu who just seemed to want to make Harry awkward and gay but Mathieu grabbed his hand.

"Hey since we can't participate in class, we should study on our own. Since McGonnagal is against us foreigners and all," Mathieu smiled wide and Harry suddenly noticed that his two front teeth were slightly large. Mathieu also had light freckles dusting his cheeks, which Harry never noticed before either.

The other boy suddenly looked so boyish and less haunted (which was probably Lavender's fault. She was a bit aggressive with her manhunting). Harry exhaled slowly, his body a little shaken from this moment. When he looked at Mathieu again, he was still looking pleadingly at him but Harry was seeing him as he normally did. Nothing special anymore, but… Harry almost felt traitorous for admitting this, but he would like to have that moment again.

"Yeah…we should, totally," Harry nodded." I'll see you in the commons. But first I'm going to go look for Ron."

Matt smiled wider and turned to go, leaving Harry. He stood in the quickly emptying classroom and soon he found himself alone. His thoughts a jumble of Mathieu and freckles when an all too annoying voice spoke from behind: "Wow, what was that?"

Harry groaned, not alone.

"I don't know, Lavender," He said as he turned to the girl behind him. She gave him an incredulous look.

"Is there seriously something going on between you two?" She asked in a hiss, "And don't lie to me."

"No," Harry cried out frustrated. He didn't know what was going on, himself, and he was actually participating in all that transpired. No way would he let Lavender come up with her own version of events.

"You're a boy, remember?" Lavender whispered as she tugged him from the class room to the end of the hall where there was no one. "Or did you forget that?"

"Of course I didn't!" He snapped.

"I can't believe Mathieu has fallen for you…" Lavender groaned.

"Jesus, Lavender," Harry snapped, "Nothing is going on. We're just friends!"

"Uhuh! FAMOUS LAST WORDS, SHERLOCK!" Lavender huffed out. "Everyone says that they're 'just friends' and then BOOM! Marriage. Babies. Grandkids...And then death!"

"Not gonna happen," Harry said. 'We're both boys, we can't have kids,' Harry shook his head at that. No need to be thinking about that when he and Matt are just friends.

"And he never even noticed me," Lavender pouted, ignoring Harry and all that he said. "I can't believe my future husband chose another guy over me."

"Lavender, shush," Harry said and grabbed Lavender's lips. "You're talking too loud."

"Sorry," Lavender muttered as Harry released her, "This is just ridiculous."

"Nothing's ridiculous about this because nothing's going on. Mathieu's still the open target of all you crazy chicks."

"Harry," Lavender snapped, "Maybe you didn't realize this because you're just a stupid boy after all, (Harry bristled at that) but he glowed at you and he stares at you all the time…" Lavender sighed. "He's not open for all us 'real' girls."

She turned and walked away, finally leaving Harry alone with unwanted thoughts.

"Thanks a lot, Lavender," he muttered.

Parvati had led Ron to an empty classroom. Ron's mind was too hazy to truly grasp the situation and the repercussions. All he understood was that if he followed Parvati, he was going to get some.

Thoughts of Hannah were pushed to the back of his mind. She had pushed him away and he was sulky because of that. He could do with some lifting of the spirits that didn't involve Firewhiskey (not that he could get his hands on any) so this was just what the healers ordered.

He finally gave in and kissed Parvati back. That simple gesture seemed to have spurned her to life. She suddenly she seemed more confident and took more bold moves, moves that Ron liked.

Her lips sucked on his neck, her body pressed against his. Ron unknowingly found their entwined bodies back until he bumped into a desk.

Parvati giggled, "Nervous, Ronnikins?"

He groaned, "Don't call me that when we're about to do it."

If Ron had been paying attention, he would've seen a shadow move behind Parvati's eyes before she smiled sweetly at him.

"Do it?" She repeated as she leaned against him: chest to chest, hands on his shoulders, lips an inch from his. "Oh Ronnikins," She kissed him, "You're going to have to make me your girlfriend before you're going to get that far with me."

She smiled wider before moving away.

Frozen from his spot, Ron watched in shock and a bit in horror as she straightened her clothes out and left him alone with a hard on and without even glancing back.

Well here's chapter 18. It would be cool if you guys could leave in a review stuff in this story you want me to write more on, or events or characters I've ignored or you guys just want more on.