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Well.
Having been deflowered this past Saturday...I suppose I should say it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd thought it was going to be. And Adam...well. He was actually really rather...good. I am never going to tell him that, though.
What on Earth am I doing writing about it?
Drat. Well. I suppose this just goes to show how utterly pathetic my life is - I can't even tell anyone. Well. Quentin, perhaps. But he's still holding the whole fellating thing over my head. I'm not quite sure what he'd do if I told him I'd had sex with Adam...
Actually, that's not true. He'd probably smirk his little head right off and then where would I be? Short a friend. That's where. And there are few enough of them already.
I could talk to Blaise. But he's seemed so...off, recently. It's very strange. I think I should sit and talk with him. We've...grown apart this year. I don't like it. Not at all.
I can't tell Padma - and no one in Slytherin aside from Quentin and Blaise could be trusted with this...
My luck.
Not only do I fuck someone who's not Draco, but he's a spastic, obnoxious Gryffindor...ah well.
I suppose I should simply write it off as...something.
But it's rather difficult, now that I know what all the fuss is about.
I, however, am not going to approach him again...for that. Not that I don't want t
Damn.
And my language...I think he's rubbing off on me. This is really quite...inconvenient.
Somehow I don't mind.
So long as my father never finds out, of course. And...I don't really see how he could. So long as Adam keeps his mouth shut about all of it...which he will. I hope.
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I...am going to the kitchens. There is tea there - tea and biscuits - and they are calling my name. Which means Professor McGonagall will have to do without me in class today. I'm sure she's desolate.
~Pansy
Well.
Having been deflowered this past Saturday...I suppose I should say it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd thought it was going to be. And Adam...well. He was actually really rather...good. I am never going to tell him that, though.
What on Earth am I doing writing about it?
Drat. Well. I suppose this just goes to show how utterly pathetic my life is - I can't even tell anyone. Well. Quentin, perhaps. But he's still holding the whole fellating thing over my head. I'm not quite sure what he'd do if I told him I'd had sex with Adam...
Actually, that's not true. He'd probably smirk his little head right off and then where would I be? Short a friend. That's where. And there are few enough of them already.
I could talk to Blaise. But he's seemed so...off, recently. It's very strange. I think I should sit and talk with him. We've...grown apart this year. I don't like it. Not at all.
I can't tell Padma - and no one in Slytherin aside from Quentin and Blaise could be trusted with this...
My luck.
Not only do I fuck someone who's not Draco, but he's a spastic, obnoxious Gryffindor...ah well.
I suppose I should simply write it off as...something.
But it's rather difficult, now that I know what all the fuss is about.
I, however, am not going to approach him again...for that. Not that I don't want t
Damn.
And my language...I think he's rubbing off on me. This is really quite...inconvenient.
Somehow I don't mind.
So long as my father never finds out, of course. And...I don't really see how he could. So long as Adam keeps his mouth shut about all of it...which he will. I hope.
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I...am going to the kitchens. There is tea there - tea and biscuits - and they are calling my name. Which means Professor McGonagall will have to do without me in class today. I'm sure she's desolate.
~Pansy