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On Snogging Steve Harrington

On Snogging Steve Harrington

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“Remind me why I agreed to this again?” Billy grumbled. Their footsteps echoed through the mostly deserted corridor.

“Because you secretly want to snog him?” Nancy supplied, absentmindedly adjusting the Head Girl badge pinned to the front of her robes.

“I don’t!” Billy snapped.

“Bullshit.”

“He’s terrible,” Billy groaned. “Flaunting around like he owns the whole castle. Just because he’s pureblood and he’s good at Quidditch or whatever . And that’s only because his parents bought him a Firebolt, Nance. Stupid Steve Harrington and his stupid pretty face. Everyone knows he’s slept with half the school. Harper told me he got it on with the whole Slytherin team.”

“Well there’s you first problem, listening to Harper,” Nancy scoffed. She stopped, right in front of the library, turning on him and jabbing her pointer finger at his chest. “And, as someone who has slept with Steve Harrington, I resent that insinuation.”

“I didn’t mean you.” Billy crossed his arms over his chest. Nancy and Steve were an item all Sixth Year (Billy flat out refused to go to Hogsmeade with them and made gagging faces at Nancy across the Great Hall when she sat at the Hufflepuff table with Steve, sharing toast and making doe eyes at each other). They broke up the summer before Seventh Year.

Nancy said it was because she had rushed into things and realized she didn’t love Steve as much as he loved her. But Billy had a nagging suspicion that the break had been spurred by Jonathan Byers, a fellow Seventh Year Gryffindor, whom Billy admitted he rather liked. Jonathan lived in the same county as the Wheelers and Nancy spent a lot of time there over the summer. Nancy was a sucker for the silent, mysterious type.

“Those rumors aren’t true. Steve only slept with Harper, not the whole Slytherin team. Apparently Harper got weird so Steve stopped pursuing it.” Nancy jabbed him again. “And don’t you dare make fun of him for it, Billy Hargrove.”

“Merlin, Nance, ok.” He held up his hands defensively.

“Max said you talk about Steve a lot,” Nancy remarked.

Billy bristled. “Max doesn’t know what she’s saying! I never talk about Harrington.”

Nancy rolled her eyes at him. “Yes you do. You do all the time. Sometimes I wonder why you weren’t sorted into Ravenclaw, but then you go and say stupid things like that.” She tapped his forehead and he swatted her hand away. “You Gryffindors are only ever thinking with your -”

“Heart?” Billy suggested.

“That’s not what I was going to say, but sure.” Nancy shook her head in exasperation. “Anyway I’ve got to go. Jonathan, Mike, and I are trying to teach Will to fly. Poor nervous kid’s never been on a broomstick.”

She paused, smiling fondly at him and reaching up flick on of his blond curls, that’d fallen loose from the band he used to tie it back. He liked it long, but it got in his eyes, which was annoying during class, so he borrowed Nancy’s or Max’s hair ties to keep it out of his face.