Dear Diary,

Oh snap.

It started out innocent, it really did. I had went through several bottles of Fire Whiskey and well, just really wanted some company. Honestly. I did not expect for things to turn out the way they did. I swear, I‛m going to have to go and Obliviate him now or something. Something so he can‛t remember that we had our encounter.

Oh God. I‛ll never be able to live this down.

Let me back up and explain how it all happened. I went off in search of a friend after finishing off my bottle. I had gone through every floor and soon was on the fourth floor, east corridor. I kept peeping my head into different rooms, yelling for someone and making everyone think I had gone completely psycho. The only person I had found was Dobby, and even he was too busy to stop and chat.

So you can imagine how crappy I felt.

But, anyway, that‛s when I saw him. Sitting all by his lonesome in a room, downing a bottle of whiskey too. So I thought, ‟Well hey. Maybe he‛s suicidal too." Of course, I approached him, and mind you, I was quite drunk at this time.

‟Are you suicidal too?" I asked him, taking his hand. I‛m sure he thought I was crazy, but he didn‛t say anything like that. He answered my question, so I assume he was also quite drunk.

‟Yes," he answered, quite miserably. I felt a pang of sympathy towards him, and he offered me the bottle. I took it gratefully.

I‛m not going to explain the rest of the night because I can‛t bring myself to face it, but let‛s just say one thing led to another, and the alcohol rushing through our veins, I‛m not exactly a sweet and innocent little girl anymore. I‛ve been robbed of it.

Or, more like I offered it to him.

But anyway, when we were done, we were laying there, all sweaty and stuff, when I hear a knock on the door. Of course, I about wet myself in fear of someone finding out what I did. He quickly told them someone was in the room, and I grabbed all of my stuff quickly and put on my clothes again.

And then I began to threaten to beat him within an inch of his life if he ever told anyone about what we did. He said he wouldn‛t, because it wouldn‛t look good for him either, sleeping around with the Head Girl.

And so, just as I was about to leave, I stopped to remind him once again ‟Not to tell anyone that we had sex." And of course, as soon as I said that sentence, the door opens and I see Ron standing there.

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