Anyone with two eyes could have told you that Blaise Zabini was hot and that I was hot too. Anyone with a weak will could have told you he was straight. Anyone with common sense could have told you that the weaselette was stalking Potter and not going to stop any time soon.
Logical conclusion?
Date me!
I mean, what don't I have? Handsome! Good looking! ROLLING in money! And intelligent!
See what I mean?
So I decided to seduce him. I knew that I looked good in leather trousers and I was going to flaunt it. The bastard didn't even notice me! It just meant I had to try harder.
So I organised a party naturally! Well, Pansy was having one anyway so I can't really take credit for the actual party but if there had been no party currently being planned I would have organised one.
Unfortunately for me all parties are now inter-house parties as that's the only way the teachers will ignore what's going on. So I also had to put up with Potter and his cronies also there.
Eventually a game was, well, not organised, agreed upon?
Spin the bottle. THE most immature game in the world. 14 year olds played spin the bottle not fucking 16-18's! Come ON! It was interesting though.
Weaselette confessed her feelings for Potter. Although he wasn't there at the time so it wasn't as funny as it could have been but still. Quite a few people laughed at her for that. Not for the confession, but the way she had thought Goyle was Harry and had serenaded him drunkenly with some muggle song about 'a shining, shimmering, splendid world that I can show you.' Oh, and she called Goyle a Princess. It really didn't suit him, although I must admit it suited Potter, he's a raging homosexual and a bit of a ponce.
So Weasley, thinking we were all laughing at her threatened to kill herself. Thing is that we were all to pissed to care or think straight. That and most of the people who actually cared about her were passed out or had gone home. I will revise my judgement about Zabini, he may have been hot but he was out after half a bottle of firewhisky. What a lightweight.
Potter however had to be dragged back by his two friends as they were afraid for his liver. Drunken idiots must have forgotten the key word. MAGIC! I could hear Potter trying to remind them of it all down the hall.
Ugh, Pansy had finally accepted my gayness and had decided to be gay to it seemed. She was snogging Lovegood in the corner. Ugh. Oh Merlin, I just remembered seeing them stagger towards the girls' dorm. I SAT on Pansy's bed yesterday and they had….Ugh!
So yeah, not really sure what happened to Weaselette, don't really care either. Apparently she once locked herself in the toilet for a week after Potter came out of the closet. Weasels are weird.