"If you channelled the energy you waste worrying about other people into something useful, like fingering your girlfriend, maybe you too can one day be the first to leave the party to go fuck, you frigid bitch." Harry watches as shocked-yet-impressed expressions appear around the table, and smirks when even Ginny needs to hide her laugh behind her hands. Pansy just looks put out, and it pisses Harry off. You reap what you sow, he thinks. Draco nudges him. 