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Michael Corner: 1 0 Chance(s) Left.

Reckon I've talked enough out of my arse to last me the rest of the year, after making a right Charlie of myself Friday night over the ruddy firelogs and spending the whole of the sodding weekend chasing after Cho like a bloody dog. When I finally found her, it wasn't a swim in the lake, not that it should have been because I was a first-rate arse, but ... she didn't throw me. I've got to be the luckiest bastard alive. I love her, I do. Still a shock to think that she reckons I'd rather shag every other girl at Hogwarts than her. Can't help that I've always found it easy to be friendly with the birds rather than the blokes, but I promised her I'd try to curb it the best I can, I promised her a lot of things ... I can't let her find out about Pansy. I can't.

Fuck, I need to talk to Terry about that.

And Pansy. Fucking Merlin, I've cocked up that as well.

At least Padma is speaking to me, despite my drunken suggestion for her to slam me. What the bloody hell was I thinking? She's been right forgiving about the whole incident, even with Tony offering to show her his goolies,the deduction of points, and having to bloody retrieve my wand from Terry's pants. Odd that, but I'm no fool, I'll take it.

She might bloody know how Tony's doing.

Not that I've spoken more than two words to him since Sunday last when the daft bugger shaved his sodding head for a second time. Barmy pillock, he is. If he'd had two Knuts in that shiny knob of a head of his, he'd realise what a giant wanker he's being about ... but I haven't a sodding inkling to discuss Pansy with that clot until he's sussed himself out. Damn ... he's not fucking talking to me and I need to talk with him because I can't talk with Terry about Terry ... well, I guess I could, but I'd prefer to talk to Tony about it first ...

Fuck, did Terry really say ... At first I thought I was bleeding losing it, but that blasted IO ... I sodding need to talk to Tony.

And fucking Finnigan? My ruddy stomach is churning.

Marietta said something about Professor Weasley scarpering during Potions this afternoon. Reckon I should check with Ginny to make sure everything's all right. After what happened with Fred ... I bloody hope the worst didn't happen.

Right. Must get off my lazy arse now.