Basically, if that slut Florence Gibbon hadn't been so adamant about Ralph teaching her how to play the guitar out in the courtyard today, Miranda wouldn't have taken up this game with Ben. Florence had just been all over Ralph, and it was really gross, and really slutty, and she's yelled about it to Gillian in the loo and Gillian had listened to her rant, but---her best friend was always the voice of reason, and had quite plainly reminded Miranda that Ralph was not her boyfriend, just the bloke she ended up snogging after quidditch matches and during drunken Hogsmeade weekends.
And sometimes in the common room when mostly everyone had gone up to bed---and in the library because studying was ruddy boring.
Okay whatever! Still didn't give him the right to enjoy being touched and admired and all that rotten business. Florence had a reputation for getting crazy obsessed with her boyfriends and---no! No way! That Hufflepuff skank was not going to steal away her----snogging----buddy!
That did sound a bit ridiculous, didn't it? Gillian had said it earlier, and Miranda had scoffed it away, but...ugh. She was as much of a slut as Florence if she kept messing around with Ralph like she was. So it was either force herself to stop groping him behind tapestries or make him her boyfriend. And she really did not want to stop groping Ralph Merridew at all. Oh, bugger.
His sharp tone made Miranda turn quickly toward him, and she instantly curled her lips at his nasty glare. Excuse him? Did he seriously think he could talk to her like that? Especially in public like this, in front of Ben who was just being friendly and---Miranda had to turn and put her hand to Ben's chest (letting it linger for far more than it should have, she was such a tart sometimes----) to stop him from saying something to Ralph. That was all she needed, right? Blokes fighting over her...even though the thought was slightly appealing.
Miranda decided to take the high road, and instead of shouting back across the common room at Ralph, she crossed her arms tightly and stomped over to him, standing behind his chair with her nose upturned.
"You've got some nerve talking to me like that, Strummer Boy," Miranda snipped, giving his guitar on the floor a slight nudge with her toe.
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