What's a Riddle?

Pansy

This bed is so fucking comfortable when you get drunk the night before. Not saying this bed isn't comfy when you go to bed sober. But it's so much more comfy when your hungover. The pillow is soft, and the blanket doesn't feel that cheap. It's almost impossible to feel my headache because of how lost I am in my thoughts. I was feeling like I was on a cloud. But then I was forced awake to the sound of someone barging through the door.
When I sat up I saw Hermione staring at me with something that's supposed to be a death stare. She doesn't intimidate me so I had no idea what facial expression she was trying to give off. "Hi Hermione." "Harry wants the both of you ready." "I don't take orders from you Hermione." "I'm forced into this just as much as you are." "Whatever."
   I jumped out of bed..well not really. It was more of a slow walk out of the bed. Anyways I didn't even notice that I was only in a bra and shorts. I guess this is what happens when you get drunk. "Roxanne, get up!" "What?" "We need to get ready now." "Five more minutes." "No. Harry said "now." Hermione yells. Roxanne turns her attention to Hermione, and rolls her eyes. "Oh great it's you." "I don't want to be here either." "Roxanne, you can have the shower first." "Great."
Roxanne walks to the shower looking like a zombie. Which tells me she's fine, and nothing happened. I turned around to see Hermione looking annoyed crossing her arms. And I've always enjoyed mocking people's attitude. So I crossed my arms as well giving a smug face. "Are you mocking me?" "What's with your behavior?" "Because I hate everyone in this area." "Not surprised. You're a Gryffindor, and hate all Slytherin's like a pathetic bitch." "It's not my fault your house sucks." "We don't fancy your house either." I went to sit down on my while Hermione went on this whole speech why Gryffindor's are better. "In conclusion-." "I wasn't listening to a single word you just said." "And that's why your house is rude, and you suck." "I'm not going to argue with you complaining on how much you despise Slytherin house. You don't need to say it a million times. We heard you the first time you titless cunt nobody gives two shits." Her expression made it clear she wanted to strangle me, and throw my dead body in a ditch. But she's a wimp, and it's almost pleasurable to see her give empty threats through her looks.
She continued to stare at me with that dumbfuck death stare. I grabbed my socks, and put them on. When I looked up I saw her look up immediately. "What is it?" "What do you mean?" "You just looked up immediately." "No I didn't." "I'm not blind-." "I didn't stare at you. Stop being a dumb fucking cunt!." "Nice language." "Well you're the one who called me a "cunt" in the first place." "I'm sorry." I stood up, and walked towards her. I could see her whole body froze, and she looked a little nervous. I'm really good at detecting body language, it was one of the many things my grandmother taught me before she passed away. So I could tell Hermione was nervous about something. "Are you alright?" "*a little stutter in the beginning* Yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?" "Because you-."
   Harry barged into the room. "He- oh shit. I'm sorry Pansy I didn't know you weren't dressed yet." "Oh it's fine. I'll get ready now." "What is it, Harry?" "We need to leave now?" I snapped my head from my dresser. "Now?" I asked. "Now." "But Harry. You said we weren't leaving for the train for a little." "I know Hermione. But I had a vision of Sirius being tortured. We have to go save him." "You realize that Roxanne is in the shower?" I say. "She is?" "Yeah." "Then I need you to get her out, and dressed." "But that w-." "See you in the front of the school in ten minutes." Harry closed the door, and Hermione showed herself out of the room. Well this should be interesting. I have to walk into the bathroom telling Roxanne she has ten minutes to dry off get dressed and be in front of the school. How delightful.