November 25

Women. I'll never understand them.

Katie's upset with me, because I touched her as we passed in the hall today. All right, maybe it was a bit more than a touch; maybe I kind of smacked her ass, but the point is, it's not that big a deal! I've done it before, even when we weren't going out, and maybe she got a bit annoyed but never upset!

She screamed at me, right there in the middle of the corridor. Not exactly the best place to have a row with your girlfriend. Half the school heard. I now have hopeful little fourth years trailing me around, because they think we've broken up. Anyway, she screamed at me, something about how typical it was of males, to think that just because they're going out with a girl they can touch them whenever they like (there is truth in that but I don't see why it's an issue, anyway). She stormed off and I haven't seen her since.

I was feeling pretty bad about it all day. I haven't fought with Katie for the longest time (fights over things like hogging the covers don't count), and I sure didn't want to start now, not when things were going so well with us. I think I must have looked awful, because Alicia came up to me after dinner and told me it wasn't my fault. She didn't tell me WHY it wasn't my fault, only that it had nothing to do with PMS (which was going to be my first guess) and Katie should be back to normal soon. I'm still utterly confused and wondering what I should do next.

Should I apologize? I don't want Katie upset with me anymore than I want Slytherin to win the Quidditch cup. But, then again, it's not MY fault that she's being...well, a bitch. Not that she isn't usually a bitch, just to a lesser extent. At least she didn't get angry with me over stupid things.

In fact, SHE should be the one apologizing to ME! She's the one that blew up! She's the one that made an issue out of something that had never had been one! So there! It's all her fault!

I won't be apologizing. No way. If she cares to explain just what the HELL is going on, then she can come to me.

One last though before I go to bed: The boys now have a little bet going: How long it'll be before I break down and beg Katie for forgiveness. Honestly, they act like she's got me wrapped around her finger or something...