Summary:
What's the surefire way to ruin your life? According to Pansy, get drunk (preferably on Halloween night), shag a Ronald Weasley (also on Halloween night), and get pregnant (at 16).

Author’s Note: All righty then, I’m presenting you all with a new story. The general plotline might be “a bit” overused, but eh, who cares. I’ve been interested in writing one for a while, so it’s nice to do something new - albeit not as original as my other stories. Besides, I wanted to write something “fun” or “light” and that’s always fun for the reader, right?

The story will be written in the POV of Pansy Parkinson, a character I have also been interested in writing about. As you can obviously tell, the story will be AU. And if you know my writing style -how I write- then you will know what to look forward to ;)

Last, but not the least I will like to thank Saphiranna (beta) for taking her time to look over this story!

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Chapter One
A Mistake

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How the hell did thishappen?

One minute I was with Daphne, and the next I’d awoken beside a sleeping Weasley.

It was the hard floor that woke me up, along with the warm body beside me. It took me a bit to realize that I was practically naked; the dryness in my mouth had caught my attention, result of the drinking. I then sat up, brushing the loose hairs out of my face when I realized that I was in a dark room; I wasn’t even aware that from my waist up, I was pretty much exposed to my surroundings.

It was after I shivered that I realized I was not wearing a top, which was the immediate clue to look for a “partner.” It was as I expected, the guy was laying on his side, his back turned towards me; though there was not much light in the room, I could easily pick out the ginger hair. Nothing had registered. Before I could cover my upper half for decency, I tried to pull his name out of my memory, only to realize that I could not come out with one. This could only explain one thing, and that was that I had been drunk enough to shag some nameless stranger.

That was a first.

It was a crazy thing. It was so unlike me. This action clearly proved the fact that I was drunk out of my mind for my senses to be on hibernation. And I was curious. After all, it was right to know whom I had shared my body with. So not caring for my decency, I leaned over and lowered my face close to his. My brain hadn’tbeen working up-to speed since I woke up, thanks to the drinks, and it took me a minute or two to realize who it was. Nonetheless, I slowly began taking in his facial characteristics, well, as much as the light could give me.

Chiseled cheeks, barely-there freckles, he was cute so far and then it dawned on me. With a gasp, I reeled away from him.

I started searching for my top and skirt, only to realize that the latter I’d been wearing all along. My shirt, along with the rest of my undergarments,were found across the room, it was a clear signal that what happened happened in the heat of passion or in this case lust. Wanting to be away before he awoke, I quickly put on my shirt, opting to go braless. My shoes were strewn on the other side of the room; the moon's rays were the only light source available, as it streamed through the windows, but it was enough to see where my belongings were.

How long have I been out? I thought as I leaned into one of the desks for support; it was very dark outside those windows, and there were no sounds coming from the other side of the room. If I recall correctly, Daphne and I arrived at the "spontaneous" Halloween -after- party around ten-thirty and by then the party was going on strong. I remember speaking to someone... whose name I can't even remember! My mind must still be as hazy as it was when I woke up.

It was crazy, to be honest.

This was the very first time I've drank to the point of not remembering what I've done between arriving at the party and waking up. Sure, I do drink a cup of Butterbeer or the much stronger Firewhisky once in a while - awhile being when there's a party happening. Besides, the only times I could actually have a drink would be while I was away from home; Hogwarts has literally become one of my favorite places, less supervision from my parents and that automatically equaled more freedom.

Then there was Daphne.

We me each other on our first ride to Hogwarts, and since then we've been practically inseparable - unless one of us were annoyed by the other and into which we would just disappear.

Was it me?

Sure, I admit it. I'm not the best friend out there, but that does not mean you can leave me alone when I'm not functioning right! Perhaps she had just found herself some guy to toy with, which wouldn't be a surprise. She is always a tease. Can't blame her following as I was the one to make a motto out of "If you have it, flaunt it" for our lives.

Surely, she wouldn't have left me alone witha Weasley. As busy as she could have been, she knew I did not see him -nor Potter's friends for that matter- equal to us.

"I must have been really wasted," I uttered to myself, as I began brushing my shoulder length hair with my fingers. Though it was unlikely that anyone would be awake, I still did not want to step out with messy hair.

Back to my drinking.

I don't remember drinking a lot, but then again how would I know if I don't even remember screwing someone.

Ah yes, that was wonderful.

I'm not fond of one-night stands, found them to be too easy, but I would be lying if I said I never had one. The first AND last time was during the Yule Ball; he was one of the guys -can't even remember his name- in Viktor Krum's posse, as I called them. We'd danced a little, then went outside for some "conversation." Give an hour or so before we ended up in his bed. Though he was good, I had just pushed him out of my mind. As I said, one-night stands were too easy. Not necessarily my cup of tea.

The equation was easy to solve.

I’d been drunk enough to have somehow separated myself from Daphne and went with him to some dark classroom.

There was no point of denying it.

I had just fucked a Weasley!

Of all people, it had to be him. How it happened, I wouldn't know but it had. Hopefully, no one had seen us leaving the party but, as much as I wanted to think I wasn't that drunk, it was becoming doubtful. If everyone knew about this and Daphne had not tried to stop me, then I will have my reputation ruined - not to mentioned pissed off to no end. Everyone knew I disliked the Weasleys, found Potter and that Mudblood as foul as troll's shit. Surely, sleeping with one of them would destroy who I am.

Unless luck was on my side...

"Er...Pan-Parkinson?"

My heart had literally skipped a beat, or I should say that both my heart and breath went suddenly still. Oh yes, keeping still would have suddenly made me invisible.

It was too late. I should have gone the instant I put on my clothes. Screw walking out in the halls barefooted and looking like crap. Way to go Pansy, done a swell job.

He had noticed me, had quickly picked my name out of the sky without a hesitation. Had he just woken up? Unless he'd already been awake and had just been observing me all this time. Creepy. The next best thing now would be acting as if nothing happened, which in itself was hard to do.

"What?" I replied.

I could not see him clearly, but I could certainly tell he was pulling on his own clothes.

"Did uh-we just.."

Boy, was he being modest now.

"No, I've just walked in and happened to decide to stay and watch you sleep."

My defense mechanism has already started.

"Then uh..why am I practically naked?"

All right. He easily came up with the idea that we had sex, but could not explain why he was naked. I suppose I wasn't the only one suffering.

"Right," I uttered loudly. I wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, couldn't do so as the thought of him being in... me.. was a very strange idea. "Look, something happened between us. We were drunk as hell. You know as much as I do that we, in this life or the next, would have never even touched. But it happened. Yes, we had sex. Big deal." For some reason my palms were feeling a bit warmer than usual, but then again this is a very...awkward conversation. Not wanting to stay much longer, I picked up my clothes and started on my way for some door.

I did not know what room I was in, besides deducing that it was a classroom as there were a few desks around. Well, a once occupied classroom. Just when I found the door, a thought had popped up, a thought that should have been expressed at the beginning.

"Don't tell no one. If you do, I promise to make your life a living hell." I voiced, straining my ear to hear for an affirmative response.

There was a scoff before he answered, "I wouldn't tell it to the world."

At least our animosity for one another was reciprocated.