At the Great Feast that night Web was very glad that the Slytherin team had warmed so quickly to her, given the fact that each and every girl in the Slytherin house was giving her death stares. At first she had pondered why there were no other girls on the Slytherin team, but it did explain why Marcus was so opposed to her going to the match. Ron and Hermione had slipped into the hall after a while, without Harry. Web assumed it was because he was in a bad way after the crash, but they both scowling, rather than looking concerned. Draco wasn't at the feast either. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, and why.

Still, he wouldn't have been able to talk to him anyway. The whole of the team kept interrupting each other to talk to her, which resulted in many scuffles breaking out amongst them. Eventually, she excused herself, much to the dismay of one of the Slytherin beaters, who was attempting to engage her in a deep and meaningful conversation about house elf eradication, involving many shotguns and shower radios. As she walked past the Gryffindor table, Ron got up from the table and joined her. She looked over to where they had been sitting. Hermione was there still, but eying her off as though she was armed and dangerous.

"Ummm...hi."

"Hi." Web's face twisted into an unbelievably condescending gaze, "It's Web."

"Oh. Ron." Ron stuck a hand out awkwardly.

"Hey. So. What?" She ignored this shabby effort at a handshake.

Ron dropped his arm to his side. "Okay... uh... where...no... Do you know where Harry is?"

"I assume he's in the hospital wing. Why would I know?"

"Well, you were playing Quidditch with him."

"And weren't you watching? You have just about the same idea as I do about his whereabouts; the only difference being you actually care."

"Grumpy!"

Web fixed him with an icy glare. "Look. I wouldn't have a clue where he is. You should probably go and find him yourself, because I really can't be bothered helping you."

Ron growled and left, mumbling to himself about Draco and Web being too similar for words.

As she felt she had handled that with the air of a true Slytherin, she couldn't help but walk with a large sway of the hips as she continued on her way to the Slytherin common room. Sweeping into the room confidently, Web was immediately stricken by the loud chatter filling it.

"Way to kill Potter!" yelled on boy loudly. He smelled strongly of beer and leant on her heavily. Web looked stunned.

"He... he's not DEAD is he?" she asked the nearest person, who happened to be Pansy.

"No, stupid," she replied coldly, her eyes so narrowed Web wondered how she could still see, "That guys drunk. Potter's disappeared, but as far as they could tell BEFORE he disappeared, otherwise fine, no thanks to you." She sniggered to her a friend behind her.

"Well thanks!" Web said sweet as sugar, "Don't you have a blow job scheduled for one of the professors about now?"

Web continued on her way through the mass of moving bodies, searching for that familiar face. Surprisingly, he was nowhere to be seen.

Web saw Crabbe and Goyle, who she had been introduced to briefly the night before, standing uneasily next to the fire, grunting to Millicent Bulstrode. She crossed the room and was ready to wait for Millicent to finish speaking; however, Millicent took on the 'I'm waiting…' pose mid-sentence that was becoming all too familiar.

"And you want?" Millicent asked, drumming her stubby fingers on her forearm.

"Plenty of things." Web answered, quickly turning to face the two boys. "Crabbe? Goyle? Do you have any idea where Draco might be?"

They both stared at her in surprise. Slowly, Goyle opened his mouth and began to speak. He seemed uncomfortable with his own voice, and so spoke slowly and cautiously.

"No... We've... been... looking...though…"

He slumped against the wall, as if this small speech had used up his intelligence quota for the day.

"K." said Web, completely and utterly dumbfounded, "I'll just go. Tell me, why is it exactly that Draco hangs out with you two?"

They blinked stupidly in unison for a few moments.

"All right." Web slipped away, stuffing her fist into her mouth to stop herself laughing. Ignoring the half-drunk, festive hugs offered to her she decided to head upstairs to find something to do.

"So you are gay?"

Web paused, staring at the door that had just asked her a rather rude question indeed. She was about to give it a mouthful of abuse when she heard an answer come from behind the door:

"… Yes."

'Everybody's downstairs, getting drunk, so what's the harm in listening in?' Web thought as she pressed her ear to the door.

"So after all these years, you finally decide?"

"It's not my fault you're so demanding!" a voice protested

"Well at least I know what I want!" argued the other voice, "You're the one asking her if she wanted you. That's not –"

"OW!" yelled Web, bashing against the door.

"Oh SORRY." Said Pansy with a flourish, "didn't SEE you there. What are you doing anyway?"

"Uh.. tying my shoe."

Web bent down and attempted to tie up her stiletto.

"Well… good… coz I don't want you… tying your shoe… down there! Yeah!" Pansy obviously felt this was self-explanatory, as she quickly headed off to the girl's dorm without another word. Web rolled her eyes, straightened and went back to listening.

"So you're saying you've NEVER fucked Pansy."

"Yes! Come on!"

There was silence. "Ok, maybe once. But I was drunk!"

"That's what I thought."

Bang. Web was, once again, introduced to the door. She swung around.

"Still tying your shoe?" Pansy asked scornfully.

"As a matter of fact… no. I am now polishing this door here. See?" Web tried to smile.

"Yeah, right. Let's just see who you're listening to."

Before Web could stop her, she had bowled her over and attempted to bang open the door.

"OW!" Pansy had been stopped by the wood Web was now so well acquainted with.

"What'd you do, lock the damn door?"

"You mean you can DO that with doors?" Web asked, now settling herself on the stairwell to watch Pansy make a fool of herself.

Pansy tried a few spells on the door, before banging on it with a beefy hand. "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LOCK THESE YA KNOW!" she announced to the room.

"You're lucky." Pansy growled, before storming downstairs.

"Tell me about it." Web grumbled. She thought better of listening to the rest of what was turning out to be a quite amusing conversation, and headed up to her room to have a shower.