Ernie stood stock still in horror. He'd just been working up the courage to say hello to Justin Finch-Fletchley when Neville fucking Gryffindork walked up to him
wearing a Hufflepuff scarf. Dear Merlin, bend me over and ream me dry, they're a couple! I've gone and missed my chance.
Ernie failed to notice the other students pushing past him and casting him odd looks.
Look at the pair of ickle bottoms. They'll bumble around and never figure out what goes where, or who does what to whom! Gods!
He whirled around and started toward Hogsmeade.
"Wait up Ernie," Hannah Abbott called.
"Oh for fuck's sake, can't I even take a piss without you breathing down my neck?" Ernie answered her.
Hannah was dumbstruck. "Ernie?" Her lower lip quivered.
Not in the mood for placating Hannah, as he did at least once a week, Ernie strode off, ignoring her, leaving her standing in the middle of the hall. Maybe that would work. Maybe if he was fucking rude to her in front of everyone, she'd stop with the clinging. Ernie growled as he walked quickly out into the sunshine and on to Hogsmeade.