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Pansy's pov:
Why the fuck had I said that? Now i've done it. I wouldn't be surprised if by tomorrow the whole of Hogwarts were whispering about my filthy little secret.
No. No, Holly wasn't cruel. She would never. Besides - I doubt she understand a word of my ramblings. I'm not sure I do myself. So stupid! I never seem to be able to think around that girl, every word slipping out before I can stop it.
I'm angry for some reason, though i'm not completely sure who i'm angry with. Holly, Me, maybe even Blaise again? No. I decide it's more of a what.
What i'm angry with is this whole situation. My hideously embarrassing friendship with a Gryffindor, my deteriorating relationship with my best friend in the world, the fragments of my first love that remains. No. I won't think about him. Not tonight.
I push through the doors of the great hall with re-found purpose, striding towards a table of snacks where Goyle seems to have found himself. "Hey! Goyle!"
He turns towards me, a plate in hand and a mouthful of cake. "Pans?" "Goyle. Where's Blaise?" I need a distraction, and he is the perfect person for it. "Oh, Blaise? Someone dragged him away on that man hunt for Draco. You heard he's been missing all day?"
Uh. Not that name again. He is not the type of distraction I need. "Oh, right. Thanks anyway." I'm walking away, debating on whether I should leave now or after I smuggle pity cake out, when I bump into Cho Chang.
"Pansy." She's slurring, a flask in hand, rosy cheeks. I'm glad someone's having fun tonight, if only it were her. "Cho." I reply stiffly, though she swats me away and laughs, as if we're the closest of friends.
"Oh loosen up, Pansy!" She taunts her flask in front of my face. "Have some fun with me." I cant help but smirk. Everyone seems so much more likeable under a haze of alcohol. "Yeh? Maybe I will. If you tell me where you got that."
She presses her finger to my lip and leans slightly against me. "Shhhhhh. It's a secret. But! But I can show you." Her voice is sing-songy and sweet, drawing me in, begging me to follow her wherever she wants me to go.
"Okay. Show me." I don't have much to lose from my reputation, so why not? Her face breaks out into a grin and she grips onto my arm, dragging me along behind her. We push through the crowds of people, tripping over the bottoms of dresses and party streamers.
"Sorry. Sorry. Excuse me. Coming through! Out of the way, please!" Cho rambles as we move, and I can't help the real, genuine laugh that leaves my mouth. I liked girls - they made me feel so much lighter than any boy ever had.
We end up outside, in a dark, abandoned hallway. The portraits are mostly empty, visiting each other for the celebrations, or otherwise, already snoring under an alcoholic tranquilliser. The music has dampened out, and we're completely alone in the silence.
