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I have no idea who let him in Pansy or why he is still here Pansy, but, for some reason, when I woke up, there was an overenthusiastic fifth year by the name of William sleeping on me in my bed.
At times like this I almost wish I was a Slytherin, but I'm not, so I pried his fingers off me, took a bath, and then dropped him off in front of his House. And, no, I won't tell you which House. The guy was drunk; I'll at least give him that much privacy. Unless he would have done that stuff sober, in which case, I'm sure he'll tell everybody who'll listen about how he "scored with Harry Potter" or some shite like that.
Let it just be known from now that I didn't drink anything, spiked or otherwise, at the party and therefore remember everything. There was no "scoring" with me. Unless you count grabbing me against my will and leaving some very guilty-looking hickeys on my neck. But I call that rape.
Yeah, so when all the people lying on our floor/couches/love seats/chairs/stairs/tables/potted plants wake up, please quickly and quietly remove yourselves from the common room so the House Elves and I can clean up all that mud.
Meanwhile, I will be locating Colin and borrowing his camera because Pansy and Ron spooning in his bed what Ron's got in his bed doesn't look like a pillow to me. She It looks like perfect blackmail material. He can never talk to me about Malfoy take the mickey out of me again.
At times like this I almost wish I was a Slytherin, but I'm not, so I pried his fingers off me, took a bath, and then dropped him off in front of his House. And, no, I won't tell you which House. The guy was drunk; I'll at least give him that much privacy. Unless he would have done that stuff sober, in which case, I'm sure he'll tell everybody who'll listen about how he "scored with Harry Potter" or some shite like that.
Let it just be known from now that I didn't drink anything, spiked or otherwise, at the party and therefore remember everything. There was no "scoring" with me. Unless you count grabbing me against my will and leaving some very guilty-looking hickeys on my neck. But I call that rape.
Yeah, so when all the people lying on our floor/couches/love seats/chairs/stairs/tables/potted plants wake up, please quickly and quietly remove yourselves from the common room so the House Elves and I can clean up all that mud.
Meanwhile, I will be locating Colin and borrowing his camera because Pansy and Ron spooning in his bed what Ron's got in his bed doesn't look like a pillow to me. She It looks like perfect blackmail material. He can never talk to me about Malfoy take the mickey out of me again.