Well, here we go. A random one-shot that was written at 2 am because insomnia sucks.

Hopefully y'all like it. Feel free to leave a comment, favorite, and all that stuff.

Without further ado, here you go. *jazz hands*

The conversation began out of nowhere.

Harry was relaxing in the common room for once, not needing to either hide from people staring at him or just being thrown into another 'adventure' that seemed to happen every year. He was actually enjoying himself too, but of course, nothing good ever lasts long for Harry Potter, and today was not an exception to that rule.

"Harry, since when do you speak Portuguese?" Seamus was in fine form today, having finally taken a break from his seemingly life-long goal of turning water into rum. Maybe that was because he was Irish. Who knew?

Not Harry, that's for sure.

Hermione poked his side, jolting him from his musing.

"What?" Harry asked, utterly confused.

"How long have you been able to speak Portuguese?" Seamus repeated, completely serious.

"...since never? I can't speak Portuguese," He looked over at Hermione who, for once, looked as confused as him. A very rare occasion indeed.

"Everyone has heard you speak Portuguese, don't lie."

"What are you talking about? I have never even heard Portuguese. How would I be able to speak it?" Harry could only blink at him, trying to understand the train of thought the other boy was following.

At this point, everyone around them was confused, and questions were being asked throughout the crowd that had gathered.

Did Harry speak Portuguese?

Why are they even bringing up Portuguese?

And one memorable question was, "What is Portuguese?"

Harry heard that question himself and decided to repeat it to Seamus because surely there was some miscommunication or something. How did he even get the idea, let alone decide to ask it.

"Seamus, what do you think Portuguese is ?"

"Uhhhh, that thing you did in our second year? Nobody could understand you. It was kinda spooky to hear," Seamus said as if that should have been obvious to everyone listening,

"...Are you serious? That's Parseltongue . The language of snakes? As in all the hissing and that, like you said, wasn't understandable to you. The same language that made all of you assume I was the evil secret heir of Slytherin and opened the Chamber of Secrets to kill all muggleborns. Despite, you know, one of my best friends being a muggleborn." Not gonna lie, Harry was still annoyed at that.

Seamus was quiet for a moment, letting that sink in before a sheepish expression crossed his face, "...Oh."

"Yeah, oh" Harry snorted, unable to believe that the conversation was even happening. To think that it had been years since that had happened and Seamus was asking now.

"Wait… have you thought I spoke Portuguese the entire time? Ever since second year?" Harry asked incredulously. He and Hermione exchanged glances, knowing the answer before Seamus said it.

"...Yeah?" Seamus said before suddenly getting a second wind and aggressively continuing, "What was I supposed to think then? If you don't speak Portuguese, what is it?"

"Portuguese is the language used in Portugal, though due to things like colonization, it's spoken in other countries as well like Angola, Brazil, Cape Verde, East Timor, Guinea Bissau, Macau, Mozambique, and São Tomé and Príncipe," Hermione chimed in, never one to let a chance at sharing her knowledge pass.

Everyone in the common room focused on Hermione, causing her to flush dark red. It seemed her never-ending random knowledge struck again.

"What?" she mumbled, "I was interested in languages when I was younger. Besides, most purebloods learn a second language from early childhood."

How Hermione knew that Harry had no clue. He could only assume she read it in a book somewhere.

Harry looked back at Seamus before narrowing his eyes. Something was off.

"Seamus…. Are you drunk?"

"...Maybe."