Confessions of a heartless playgirl

Monday, September 8

The Gryff Common Room

3 AM

God its FREEZING here! Why did I wear this flimsy nightgown Hermione gave me?! Why???

Oh yeah... "Oh Herm! Its gorgeous! And it feels soooo silky! I'm going to wear it tonight! I

promise!"

Why did I have to say that?! Now I'm stuck here, cold, sleepless...and now my stomach is

demanding food. I know! I'll sneak into the kitchens! I'll just go up and "borrow" Harry's

invisibility cloak. Teehee...

3:17 AM

Oh my God...it is hilarious inside the boy's dorms! Dean's positioned like, his cheek to his

pillow, butt sticking out in the air with his legs tucked beneath it... (Boy am I glad I broke up

with him!) then Ron kept mumbling something like "yeah baby, yeah...you're gonna give it to

me."

Seriously.

Teenage boys and their perverted minds.

I suppose he could be thinking bout something else...

Anyway, Neville snores like a wild boar and Harry has this sea of drool on his pillow. No

wonder he wakes up with his face all wet, like he complains about all the time.

Hahahahahaha....

4:47 AM

I hadn't expected to be in the kitchens for an hour. (15 mins. To reach it and 15 back) Hell, I

didn't even expect for what happened to actually happen. I have this kinda tickly feeling in my

chest. Surely, I cant be smitten over this guy. I've never actually fallen in love with a guy who

wasn't actually related to me...

Well, except Tom. How was I supposed to know he would grow up to be the wizard feared by

all?

Dean, Michael Corner, Justin...I don't know how to spell his surname, Seamus...and all the

other guys I've dated....I never really considered them as relationships. More like...

Flings. And if they were flings I would be someone flinging 4 guys at the time as fast as...I dunno... as

long as its something really, really fast. That's how I am. I guess I could really be considered as

a "heartless playgirl" as Parvati so amusingly calls me.

Lavender, being more sympathetic reasoned that I played with the hearts of guys as revenge to

how Tom played with my own heart. And to get over my "feelings" for Tom, I had to develop

feelings for someone else.

Or as she said, "To fall out of love with someone, you must fall in love with someone else."

Well, no one has won over Tom yet.

Stupid Tom. Why'd he have to be so evil?

4:52 AM

Oh bugger... I forgot to write about what I was supposed to write about in the first place.

Anyway...on with the Kitchen Incident.

Well, I went to the kitchen, tickling the pear like Fred...or was it George? Anyway, one of them

taught me and there I was...in the kitchen.

"Umm...excuse me-" I went.

The house elf squeaked, jumped in fright and looked around fearfully.

Then my brain registered the fact that I was still wearing the invisibility cloak. Ergh... stupid me.

But then... was it my fault that this elf wasn't used to invisible people? We are in a magical world

after all.

Right? So anyway, I decided to play with the elf.

"Go get me some food." I spoke in a demanding, eerie voice.

"Y-yes."

I had to stuff my hand in my mouth to keep myself from laughing at how stupid the elf looked.

Poor elf.

When the elf was out of sight, I removed my cloak.

The someone behind me tutted.

Ooooh no...busted! I thought.

Then this guy said in a silky voice, "My Weasley. McGonagall wouldn't be happy to find out

that her precious little Gryff was sneaking out into the kitchens at 4 AM, terrorizing the house

elves, would she?"

I rolled my eyes. Pfft...I'm hardly even a "precious gryff" as he so amusingly called me. I

mentioned this then turned around.

"Malfoy?!" I almost yelled in surprise and mortification.

I suddenly felt very naked.

I mean, here I was in a flimsy night gown, standing in front of the drop dead gorgeous, sexy, hot,

slytherin sex god (according to Parvati...but the name is just so disgusting that I'm not going to

call him that) Malfoy, looking perfectly edible in black slacks and a black polo under his

Hogwarts robes, waiting for me to insult him the moment I set my eyes on him and all I could do

was blush!

Curse the Weasley red hair!!!!!

Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If it was any possible, his smirk grew...uh...wider. I want sure if it was because of my "attire",

my blush or my remark about McGonagall.

Annoyed, I hissed at him. "Stupid git! Are you going to say something or are you just going to

stand there, smirking?"

He snorted. I have no idea how he managed to still look hot. Whenever I snort, I have to

quickly act as if I had a cold to save myself from looking like a complete idiot.

Then the house elf came with the food.

"Is it okay if I had that?" I asked sweetly.

The elf, still traumatized just nodded at me weakly.

So, I was about to turn my back on him and start eating when he suddenly grabbed my arm.

"What?!" I asked, extremely aggravated.

He may look hot but he never fails to annoy me every time he sees me.

"Temper, temper..."

"Save the 'you're too hot tempered' speech. I here it plenty from my mum. As if she wasn't hot

tempered." I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled.

Come on Malfoy! We've been through this drill lots of times! You insult me, I insult you back,

we hate each other, the end. Is this situation any different? Because I'm really starving and I

would want to eat now."

"All right, all right-"He sat down beside me. "What are you doing down here? Meeting

someone?" He smirked and reached out to snatch a chicken leg from my plate.

I slapped his hand away.

"That's mine! Go get your own!"

"Ow woman! Aren't you Weasleys supposed to be giving?"

I ignored him. "Nope just hungry. But I am dating Justin and Michael and that Matt guy from

Hufflepuff." I added thoughtfully.

"My Weasel...got a whole lot of boyfriends don't we?"

"Well, so many boys, so little time." I said nonchalantly.

Then Malfoy said, "likewise."

"Wow Malfoy. I didn't know you were gay." I exclaimed innocently.

His eyes widened. Now this wasn't what you saw everyday.

"I meant girls Weasley. I'm straight."

"Prove it." I answered defiantly before I could stop myself.

"Gladly." He answered.

Then he leaned down and kissed me.

I was so surprised, I just sat there. Then I kissed back.

After a few minutes we both pulled away.

"Not bad Weasel."

If I could rate his kissing from 1 to 10, he would be a 20!

Then he left and I floated through out the whole evening.

Dorm

5:25 AM

Yes! I'm first to the showers!

6:30 AM

Well, everyone's awake now. I just took my time putting on a plaid skirt (which was about 2

inches above my knees), a black top with 'drama queen' printed in red at the front, knee high

socks and Mary Janes underneath my Hogwarts robes.

"Wow. I like your skirt." Parvati complimented me from behind my position in front of the

mirror.

"Thanks." I answered gratefully as I smeared this juicy peachy pink lip gloss over my lips. It

tasted so good. Like strawberries and chocolates.

"I can't believe you date 3 guys at a time and no one holds you against it." My room mate,

Helen huffed.

"How many times must we tell you, dear Helen, that boys are like utensils. You use them, wash

them and throw them in the drawer till you need them again." Lavender asked.

So, so true.

"Well, cant you at least settle for one guy? Find someone you can love for more than a week

and stay with them." Helen answered with great emotion.

I never loved any of the guys I dated but...that's besides the point. What she said really made

me think.

"Perhaps you're right. I'll give the guys a chance. From now on, I'll only date one guy at a time

till I find who I like."