(Prolouge)

"Hey Hermione," said Pansy Parkinson sounding as though she was lonely,

"What do you want now Pansy," exclaimed Hermione.

"I just want some lovin," she remarked.

"Oh Pansy get over it already, it was a one night fling, it meant nothing!"

"That's not what it says in your diary."

"How dare you Pansy when did I EVER give you permission to snoop through my personal thoughts."

"Well you never actually said it but I knew you would have let me eventually."

"In your dreams Pansy just because I mention a thing or two about it doesn't mean I'm obsessing."

"Yeah right you know you wanna hit that."

"You know what, I won't take this abuse."

"Well you didn't seem to mind it last night!"

"This conversation is OVER!"

As Hermione walked off into the darkness of the night Pansy had a look of satisfaction withering across her face and left.

(Two hours later)

It was 10:00 and both of them had worked on their predicaments and as they both sighed a good sigh of relief the room was filled with laughter, OoOoing and Ahhhhing along with One large HEEE HAWW.