Uncomfortable Truths

Chapter Thirty - Bonfire

Harry is digging around in his closet, trying to decide what he should wear to an all bloke party thrown by the Slytherins. Most of them are poshy bastards; will they dress all posh or will they remember they're teenage boys who are going to be drinking by a fire. He can't go off what Seamus is wearing or any of the Gryffindors really, if he had to describe his house it would be sporty. Except Neville, but he wouldn't described Greg as posh so there's exceptions to each house.

"Seamus, help me." Harry gives up, he's rubbish at this stuff.

"You're over thinking this Harry, just grab something and let's go."

Harry pulls out his favorite jumper. It's one Mrs. Weasley gave him for Christmas last year, red with a gold H on it.

"No! Harry, I changed my mind. That's dreadful. I think Ron's mum is trying to save your purity with that one."

"I'm no good at this stuff."

"He's not going to care what you're wearing."

"Stop and think about that for a second... do you really think HE won't care what I'm wearing."

"You may have a point... ok, let's see what we have to work with." Seamus starts digging through Harry's clothes. He pulls out a pair of black ripped jeans, "Here, at least put some pants on."

Harry drops the towel he used to cover up his boxer briefs and pulls them on.

"Don't you have any jumpers without H's or quidditch snitches knitted in."

"Ah..."

"I'll take that as a no." Seamus pulls out a green t-shirt and tosses it to Harry as he makes his way over to his own clothes. "I think I have something that might work." Seamus pulls out a black v-neck jumper. "Here, wear this. It's not mine but I don't think Theo will care."

"Thanks." Harry smiles pulling it over the t-shirt, it's a bit big on him but it's comfy. The green of the undershirt matches his eyes, he likes how it fills in the v of the jumper with color. Harry never wears black, it's not really a rule or anything, it's just all his clothes are colorful. He kinda likes how this looks.

"Stop, Harry." Seamus pulls Harry's white trainers out of his hands, "You're making me feel really good about my fashion sense right now, bloody hell Harry, wear black shoes."

"But these are more comfortable."

"I don't care. If you want to wear these than change into a hoodie. If you want to wear this outfit, then you have to wear black shoes or boots... do you have boots? Boots are hot."

"I do actually." Harry rummages through his trunk for a pair of black boots he bought at the beginning of the summer and forgot about.

"Sit down." Seamus starts messing with Harry's hair. "Your hair is fucking unruly as all hell but..." He messes a bit more, "There, now it looks like you've just been shagged. It's the best you can do with this mess."

Harry walks over to the mirror, yeah, he looks good. "Thanks Seamus." Harry smiles.

"Are you ready? Can we go now?"

"Just a sec," Harry opens his trunk again and grabs three bottles of fire whiskey, leaving the fourth behind. "Should we bring stuff with?" Harry shows Seamus the bottles. "You've done this before?"

"Not really. I mean, yeah, I've partied with them but it was just like the six of us. Me, Theo, Malfoy, Goyle, Zabini and Parkinson, I've never gone to like a party party with them."

"Well, here." Harry throws a bottle to Seamus, "Better to bring it... Constant Vigilance as Moody would say."

"I don't think this is what he meant by that." Seamus laughs.