After me and Romilda kissed, she sort of assumed it meant something more. She was okay - but she wasn't Y/N. But Black was avoiding me at all costs. I never even spoke to her anymore. If I'm being honest, I didn't really speak to anyone but Romilda and George. I'd laugh at Romilda's mean jokes - they weren't even funny - I don't know why I did.

Once the Yule Ball came around, my date was pretty much obvious, but that night was hell. I hated every moment. Seeing Y/N look so beautiful and happy, I just wanted to kiss her. But I couldn't. If I wanted to, I could've found her alone, told her my feelings and kissed her, but that would've broken Romilda's heart, and I think I'd had enough with heartbreak for the time being.

That night, I saw her with Zabini. That slick git. He was known all across the castle as a player - worse than Malfoy. He was so smug being next to Black - who wouldn't be? Half the school was in love with her. He shot every guy a glare as they danced together. Blair's wasn't the only one who flared at me that night. Black's best friend Cedric also had to shoot me evils. So did Malfoy - I knew they were cousins, but how did he know that I hurt her? I guess news travels pretty fast around here. Y/N didn't look bothered that she was dancing with so many guys, or that one of her best friends had ditched her, because that night, she just laughed and smiled without a care in the world. I wish I could tell her how much I still loved her, but I couldn't.

"Are you going to dance with me Freddie?" Romilda said, holding my hand. I winced when she said 'Freddie', only George and Y/N called me that. I hated it.

"Um..Of course darling." I replied, joining the dance floor for a slow dance. Great. Now she's be clinging onto my arm for a while.

I felt bad for Romilda, she didn't know I didn't love her back, but drunk mistakes have consequences I guess, but I just didn't want her.

So I loved Y/N. And I couldn't be with her. Because of my drunk mistake and Pucey. That git. I'd find him soon and give him a piece of my mind - maybe a puking pastille would do.

But one thing was clear, I had screwed up big time.