A/N: Thanks for the reviews. They were very nice. Dedicated to MissBehaviour because she's my newest addition to FanFiction friends.

Disclaimer: Huh? Do I look like JK Rowling? I think not!

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I stalk out of the room of requirement without a backwards glance at the naked figure huddled on the bed behind me. I know he's crying but what I don't understand is why I'm about to too. Must be that he was so good in bed. I just didn't want to give that up. Yeah, that's must be what it is.

Stupid bloody Potter! Wrecking everything!

A small giggle to my left makes me whip round. A couple of Hufflepuff girls are hastily trying to smoother their smiles as I glare at them. Why the hell are they so gleeful?

I glance down at myself and realise that I'm a complete mess. I've forgotten my belt so my trousers are sitting way too low on my hips. My robes are open revealing my pale chest. Oh, and I have no shoes.

Merlin this is embarrassing. I send a death glare at the two girls and stomp away, wrapping my robes around me.

I don't know why I'm so bothered about those girls seeing me. I have an excellently defined six pack, why shouldn't I flaunt it. Instead I blush like a second year girl and run off. What the hell is wrong with me? Damn this blush. Damn those stupid girls. Damn Harry for making me feel like he's the only one that should see me half naked. Damn everything!

Wait a second. Harry? Since when was he Harry? He's Potter. Harry makes it sound like I give two hoots about him. And I don't. Definitely don't give a damn.

Gargh! What the hell is going on? I don't get it. Why do I feel so strange?

Why do I want to turn round, run back past those stupid girls, find Ha-Potter, wrap him up in my arms and smoother him in kisses? I don't understand! For a moment I consider punching a wall but decide against it as I don't want to mar my perfect skin.

I pause for a moment to examine my reflection in a window. There are is only one way to describe how I look: thoroughly shagged. It's not just my clothes that are in complete disarray, my hair's a mess as well, sticking up in odd places, rather reminiscent of my ex-lover. Holy fuck! He's given me hickeys. When did he do that? My necks covered in them. Way to go Harry!

I quickly pull my wand out and cast a charm to hide the bright red marks. Stupid Harry. Now everyone will want to know who I've been doing. This is so annoying.

Oh, shit. I called him Harry again. This is bloody ridiculous, Right, from now on, no more thinking about Ha-Potter. He no longer exists in my perfect world.

I make it about three steps before I start wondering if Harry's going to ignore me from now on. I swear loudly for a few seconds before breaking into a run, trying to get back to the common room as swiftly as possible where there is nothing that can remind me of the stupid Griffindork.

It's only as I flop down on my bed and try and fall asleep that I remember that I still don't have any shoes

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A/N: Weird place to end a chapter, I know, but my brain has died. Review?