Normally Al's birthday was celebrated with a weekend of drunken debauchery, but this year after an incident the hotel is forced into a mandatory lock down for all guests. What do you do if you are sat on a doozy of a secret, have a very short attention span and are trapped in the same room as your one night stand indefinitely? Things are about to get very weird and far too real.

They used to sneak out of school to swim in the black lake. They used to have code words that only they understood and they used say things like "what would I do without you?". Then they graduated and real life took over. A lot can change in six years, but sometimes all it takes is a spontaneous Christmas holiday and a lot of alcohol to be reminded of things once forgotten.

Malfoy and I had always been close, and by that I mean close as in proximity. Same classes, same friends, same hobbies. You'd think five years down the line that we'd have learnt how to tolerate each other, but you'd be wrong. In fact, it is surprisingly easy to be so close to someone and yet have nothing to do with them. It's strange how quickly things can change.

Today I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. Then whilst doing the mature thing, ie taking my anger out on quidditch rather than on said boy, I had a close shave with 'death by bludger,' and as if that wasn't already enough I am now spending my precious time verbally sparring with a Malfoy who won't leave me alone. The hits just keep on coming I'm telling you. M to be safe

Why was I crying? That was a good question. Not only had I been cheated on today, and quite badly at that, I had also nearly been killed, and to top it all off I had been saved by someone who was meant to thoroughly enjoy my pain. I now owe my long term enemy a favour, and I'm guessing letting him have the last piece of pie wouldn't cut it. Rated M for language (just to be safe)!

Scorpius Malfoy is like a walking Calvin Klein ad, but that glossy exterior is where the compliments end. I hate him. I would rather kiss a toad. Which is why, right now, as his hand sits perfectly on my waist, guiding me round the Great Hall, my heart is going 100 miles an hour and I feel like I'm floating. It's moments like this that I forget how much of a jerk he can be.