Evanora

Befriending Katie Bell and Supporting Dean

I walked along the snowy path to the Three Broomsticks with Dean by my side, who showed up along the path and I walked with him. He told me about how he had taken my advice from last year and Ginny finally stopped dating Michael Corner, so Dean was taking her to the Three Broomsticks. Little did I know, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were 50 feet behind me, and Harry decided that he wanted to go to the three broomsticks. He knew I was going there to meet up with Katie Bell, whom he suggested that I befriended and invited to the Three Broomsticks so we could talk about Quidditch. She was also a chaser on the Gryffindor quidditch team. However, Harry felt urged to go because Professor Slughorn was going as well, and Dumbledore told Harry to get to know this specific Professor. And only a little part of him wanted to keep an eye on Dean. Hermione noticed this bit, and looked worriedly at Harry thinking that was the only reason he wanted to go to the Three Broomsticks. She thought that her suspicions were confirmed when Harry sat in a seat he could directly see her and Katie sitting, but she missed the fact that Slughorn was sitting behind the two chasers, and he was mostly watching over Ol' Sluggy. Eventually, Katie went to the bathroom, and so I joined Dean while he was waiting for Ginny. Dean was a tad bit nervous since Ginny was a little late. Soon, he whispered in my ear a secret surprise gift that he got for Ginny. My eyes brightened and I smiled sweetly, and I did not know at this time that just as this happened, Harry glanced over and then looked away. I gave him a pat on the back and told him she's going to love it, and spotted my friends sitting at a table.

"Hey, guys. You don't know where Katie is, do you? She's been in the loo for ten minutes," I said, and pulled out the seat next to Harry, sat, and scooted in.

"No, but it seems like she's not the only one you've gained interested in on the Quidditch team," he said jokingly, raising his brow momentarily. Hermione looked at me oddly, and Ron just smirked sheepishly.

"What?" Harry drank a sip of butterbeer, and Ron nodded at the lad sitting alone, waiting for Ginny. Ron was not supposed to know, Dean had told me that, therefore I shall not tell him.

"Oh, Dean? Well, obviously."

"Why didn't you tell?" Ron asked.

"That Dean and I are friends? You already knew," I said.