What Would You Wish For?

It took less then a day for gossip to circle the castle. Girls of all grade levels turned their backs on Seamus. They stopped talking when he entered a room and some even got up and left. It got back to Susan and she admitted to a few that she had sex with him and agreed with all the rumors. With her voice behind the rumors, they spread quicker and nobody challenged it.



Susan was approached by a handful of girls but for the most part, she only spoke candidly with her closest friends, who let others know her feelings. Seamus was ostracized all over the place. Girls even refrained from sitting next to him in classes. Ron had no pity for him. Susan’s face was too strong for him to feel anything.



Ron was sitting in his bed talking with Harry, a stack of quidditch magazines and treats between them. They looked up when Dean and Seamus entered. Seamus threw his bag on his beg. Dean just shook his head and moved to his own bed.



Neville entered a moment later and came over to Ron, sitting on a nearby stool. “Seamus heard that Susan confirmed everything that was being said.”



“Serves him right.” Ron muttered under his breath, flipping a magazine page. Harry tossed Neville a chocolate frog as they listened to Seamus coming back form the loo, ranting about women and their gossiping.



“He can’t get a date for the trip to Hogsmeade. Dean has one and they were supposed to double, but no girl will talk to him, let alone go with him.” Neville told them.



“No I can’t,” Seamus shouted, having heard Neville, “and its all your sisters fault. Hermione’s too.”



“It’s your fault Seamus.” Ron told him, dropping his magazine and reclining against his headboard. “If you hadn’t treated Susan the way you did, this wouldn’t have happened.”



“Are you telling me, you believe all those rumors?” Seamus asked him, walking up to his bed.



Ron sat up straight. “I talked to Susan. I saw her crying. She was hurt Seamus and you don’t care, do you.”



“She thought there was more to it then there was.” He countered. “Her misunderstanding was not my fault.”



“Misunderstanding. You were her first Seamus.” Ron rose off his bed, aware that the room had silenced as he spoke. “She gave you her virginity and you treated her like filth. She didn’t get any pleasure that night, did she? She was just shagged and tossed aside.”



“Is that what she told you.” Seamus asked, getting angry.



“Someone saw the memory and told me.” He calmly said.



“What?” His voice was a near whisper, but the room was still and silent. All the young men wanting to hear what Ron would say.



“She gave you her first time, and she got nothing in return.” He said watching Seamus’s face.



“Is that what she told you?” The irate Irishman was turning red. “Or is that just what the friend wanted you to think.”



“I talk to Susan a few days ago. I found her crying n a dark corner, feeling neglected and thrown away.” He took a step closer. “You didn’t do anything for her, you just humped her and left her. As far as I am concerned the rumors are true and when it comes to women you don’t know what you are doing.”



“So you were a shoulder to cry on then?” Seamus teased.



“Yes,” Ron returned not rising to his bait, “I listened to her crying over being thrown away. How you used pretty words and made her feel wanted, then acted like she didn’t exist. Was that all you wanted? To fuck someone, nothing more?”



Ron was aware of a gasp in the room, most likely from Neville, but he ignored it. He kept his eyes focused on Seamus. “You have no idea what you are talking about Weasley.”



“Yes I do Finnigan,” he spat back, “I know what you did to her.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Demona appear and lean against his bed, watching him. “I know you fucked her with no consideration for her feelings or for her needs. Do you think women exist merely to get your cock wet?” His language was the worst it had ever been, but he was beyond caring. He also knew the others in the room were seeing things differently.



“Your going mental, listening to girls gossip.” Seamus turned around, but Ron reached out and forced him back.



“Do you even care about the girls you see?” Ron demanded. “Or is it all just pussy to you?” Again he heard another gasp, and she saw Dean shifting on his feet. “Susan felt cheated and robbed, and it was all your fault.”



“There was no commitment Ron, there was nothing, just……”



“Just a quick fuck in the room of requirement?” Ron finished.



Seamus’s face had gone white, letting the other boys know that Ron was telling the truth. “How did you know….”



“I told you. I talked to Susan, and someone else saw the memory.” He said. “She gave you her first time. That means it meant something to her. If you cared at all how she felt you would have known that.”



“It was fun, she knew that. It was just fun, nothing more.” He was trying to save face now, but Ron as far from caring.



“Is that why she was alone in corner, crying?” Ron shouted. “You were horrible to her.” Demona moved closer and whispered to him.



“Susan says she wants nothing more to do with him. Hermione and Ginny are with her now. She is feeling much better.” Demona moved back to his bed. Ron did as well, meeting the eyes of Harry and Neville briefly.



“You know Ron,” Seamus continued, “who I shag is really nobody’s business.”



“I agree, but you deserve what she says about you.” He picked up his magazine and started to read again.



“Your sister and Hermione have been hanging about with her, haven’t they?” Ron looked up, not likely the tone Seamus had taken.



“So.” He focused his gaze back on his housemate.



“Maybe you should tell her to keep her nose out of other peoples business.” He suggested.



Ron chuckled. “If she wants to talk to a girlfriend of hers then that’s her business.”



“If you can’t control your sister, maybe somebody else should.” Before Seamus could think about what he said, Ron was out of bed and had him against the wall by two clenched fists of his shirt.



“You listen to me you maggot,” Ron hissed, “if you lay one hand on my sister, the kitchen will be serving Irishman stew for a week, do you hear me?” Nobody had risen to stop Ron. Harry and Dean stayed where they were, leaving Seamus to deal with the reactions of his words. Neville couldn’t have gotten to Ron even if he wanted to. He agreed with the others, and detested the way Susan was treated.



“Yes, I hear you.” Seamus said, but still had to wait several moments before he was released.



Ron looked at him and then left the room, heading down to the common room. He threw himself into an armchair and stared into the fire.



“You were great.” He looked up and saw Demona sitting in the chair opposite him. His eyes shifted around and saw one or two others at the other side of the room. He gave her a smile and nodded. “I’m not talking about that last part. When you took him to task for how he treated her.”



Ron smiled and nodded again. He waited for some time, until he felt himself calm down. When Hermione and Ginny walked through the portrait hole, he called to them. Demona stayed where she was as the two girls came over.



“I just had a row with Mr. Finnigan.” He told them.



“I’m not surprised.” Hermione said. “He has to be on edge by now.”



“He said someone needed to control you.” He glanced at his sister. “Be careful.”



“Ron, he still blows up his own eyebrows,” Ginny told him, “I can handle anything he can dish out.”



Ron smiled at his sister. She was fast with a wand and her hexes were deadly when she meant them to be. He had nothing to worry about. Seamus on the other hand, was on his own.