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Grinning, Seamus held his hands up in sleepy-uncoordinated triumph. He had won! "Maybe next year." He checked the door was closed, then pulled off the cotton t-shirt he'd been wearing. No matter what Susan said, you didn't need to go change in the bathroom when it was just you and the people who'd spent six years sharing a room with you. He'd have done the same in front of Ron, Harry or Neville. Probably.
He was unbuttoning his jeans when Dean's question registered. "Being a good host," he answered. "Your birthday, your bed." He frowned, that wasn't quite right. "My bed, I mean, but you get to sleep in it all by yourself." The frown remained, that didn't sound right either. "I'm being nice!"