James lowered his eyes to the table, staring at his glass and I sighed; it seemed like he wasn't going to give me an answer again. Until – "Who told you to try and get over me?"

"It was ridiculous," I said immediately, "The book I read suggested, well it was rubbish really." "But what did it say?" he persisted, approaching me. I looked away from him. "It said that the veela appeal doesn't work on a veela's –" "On a veela's what?" he prompted, stopping less than a metre away from me when I stopped midway through my sentence.

"It's just a bit of harmless fun." "For you maybe." Merlin, I could hear the raised eyebrow in his voice. Rolling my eyes, I continued my progress down the stairs. "Turn your attention onto any of the other string of girls you've got lined up. I don't care how 'interesting' you find her. I don't want you hurting her."

"Clearly Albus isn't thinking straight." Lily shrugged her shoulders, "But you should have heard what Hugo told him to do – 'make her jealous' and that was it." "Merlin, he didn't," Lily moaned seeing the look we shared. "He tried to make me jealous during charms," I said dismissively, not wanting to get into it. "What do you mean tried?" Rosie nudged me, "It worked, didn't?"

"Nothing," Cedric insisted, his steps slowing but not coming to a halt. "I'm doing this from the good of my heart." "Ok, but why?" "Because I'm your fairy godmother," he threw over his shoulder with a wide smile. "Now hurry up and follow me. Whilst we're walking, you might as well practice what you're going to say to Hewitt because you'll only get one try at this Ernie."

"What is this?" he asked, staring at the piece of paper. "My phone number," I answered slowly, "Call me." "But I don't have a phone." A spin-off of sorts, to 'Chasing the Report'

"Maybe I should ask you the same question?" He raised an eyebrow. "I thought I was going to Hogsmeade with you but instead your friend appeared." "But I'd never said that I was talking about me," my voice trailed off, realisation dawning on me, "You wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me."

"And there isn't anything else you want to know?" he pressed. "The report will be boring otherwise." "Is there something else you'd like me to add in?" I was so confused – everyone had said to stay professional. But here he was, saying something else. "We can start with the fact that I'm single."

"They won't care Percy," I tried to convince him, "You saw the way your mother reacted and the others will take time to convince. Besides Percy, even if I try to act like I don't care about you anymore, you know that's a lie." "I can't," he repeated, heading to the door. He sounded so broken, so helpless – "Percy, please."

"Look Myers," he said with a sigh, "You are getting on that bloody broom even if I have to force you onto it." Our staring competition was interrupted at the sound of an amused chuckle. We turned to look at James. "What?" Potter said irritably. "Do you really want her to ride your broom that badly Al?"

"Did Professor Slughorn invite you to join the Slug Club?" Looking up from the textbook I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. "Hello to you too Riddle. And to answer your question he did." "Well you're going with me." "I wasn't planning on going," I admitted. "You don't have a choice." He rose from his seat and looked down at me. "It wasn't a question, it was a statement."

"He died doing something he loved," I murmured, choosing to break the silence between us. "Yeah? And what was that?" He asked angrily, his eyes hardening . "Fighting?" "Of course not." I looked down at my hands that I was clasping tightly in my lap; I hadn't had the chance to cry over Fred yet. "He died laughing Georgie."

"Careful Freddie," I warned, retreating slightly until Angie was standing in front of me, acting as a barrier between Fred and I. "We wouldn't want my brother to hear you threatening me, now would we? We both know what Oliver's like." He glared at me, silently promising retaliation. "This isn't over, Wood." "It never is, Weasley."

"Well I'm next door, just in case." He leaned against the door frame, watching me closely. "You know, Romanian winters are really cold. If you ever need to share body heat I'll be more than happy to help you out." "I'm sure you would be. But I think I'll just cast a warming charm instead." "Well the offer's always open, whenever you're ready to accept it."

"No you won't. You won't get any hairier than you are now," I paused eyeing his long hair. "Though I doubt that it's possible for you to get any hairier than you are now." I was rewarded with a small smile. "Now you need to rest for a while and don't even think about going into work tomorrow, alright?" He met my eyes. "Healer's orders?" "Healer's orders."

"Has anyone seen Trevor?" He asked without introducing himself. "Who's Trevor?" Hermione asked as she looked the boy over once. "My pet toad." "Right," she said slowly, "And you are?" "Neville, Neville Longbottom," he said quietly, his eyes flickering apprehensively around the carriage. He was clearly on edge about finding Trevor.

"You're so defensive," Seamus muttered before speaking aloud, "I just think that you should get used to your position as a quidditch girlfriend." "Quidditch girlfriend?" I repeated slowly, sure that I had misheard him. Seamus nodded. So I hadn't misheard him then. "Or you know, in your case, potential quidditch girlfriends."

the one causing a scene?" "Seamus-" "You-Know-Who's dead and there's no need for Potter to resurrect him for the sake of getting attention." "That's enough Seamus!" I lowered my voice and tucked my arm through his.

"The characters are so cheesy." He muttered, setting his forehead on mine. "No. They're sweet." I argued quietly. He arched an eyebrow pulling me even closer towards him. "They're cliché." "They're really not-" A throat cleared and I flushed red, pulling away from James instantly.

"Evans." He smiled warmly, tucking his hands into his pockets. "How have you been – I didn't see you last year." "I couldn't come and pick Lily up – my matches kept getting scheduled on the day that we needed to pick her up." I tucked some of my hair behind my ear, "But I've been perfectly fine. What about you?" "I've been a bit lonely actually. Maybe you should keep me company?"