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When Harry woke up he had no idea where he was. He kicked the green sheets off himself and wondered why he had green sheets, he never had green sheets. It was always red, blue or cream (when he was at privet drive).

Then he remembered.

'Fuck sake.' He muttered. He climbed out of bed and lifted his arms above his head and bent his body back in a cat-like manner. He was about to go in search for a House Elf to go fetch his trunk from Gryffindor tower, but remembered he should still have his shrunken trunk in his robes pocket.

He quickly picked up the discarded robe and rummaged around in the large pockets. 'Aha!' He exclaimed when his fingers touched the hard, little box. 'There you are!' He smiled as he waved his wand over the box and transformed it to its former glory. Harry opened it and pulled out a clean uniform and robe, he then checked his timetable and bagged all the books and equipment he needed for his first day of his 7th and final year at Hogwarts. The trunk was shrunk again and Harry slid it into the bottom of his school bag. After showering and attempting to tame his wild hair, he threw his uniform on and made his way to Transfiguration. He was pretty hungry, but he was sure he could wait until lunch.

Harry wasn't late, but by the time he arrived, Hermione and Ron were sat together at the front, with Seamus and Neville behind them. Dean was partnered with Parvarti and the other 7th year Gryffindors sat in two's behind each other, on the same side of the classroom. The Slytherins done the same on the other side and Harry saw that the war had done nothing to help inter-house union ship.

He quickly noticed that there was no where for him to sit on the 'Gryffindor' side of the classroom, due to the fact that the numbers had shrunk, so the class had shrunk purely to accommodate the lesser number of students.

'Probably Hogwarts way of helping us not to focus on the empty chairs there would inevitably be.'** Harry thought to himself with a pang of sadness. He shrugged the feeling away and slid into one of the only empty chairs in the room which happened to be next an unknown Slytherin who looked liked she was sucking on a sour lemon. The other empty seat was next to Goyle, who looked as gormless as he had looked on the train. He was at the back and Harry would rather deal with the stroppy looking girl, rather than try and work with someone who didn't look like he was going to be much help.

'Hey.' He muttered as he sat down. The girl just glared at him and Harry took a deep breath and faced the front of the class.

'Good morning, students.' Professor McGonagall began as she entered the room through a door at the front of the classroom. She wore her usual black robes and black hat, but Harry noticed she had a tiny little pin, pinned to the front of her robes. It was in memory of the lives lost in the recent battle, and Harry swore he'd get one. Such a little show of support could really make an impact on someone who had suffered.

Harry and his partner (whose name Harry still didn't know) had to take it in turns to go over what they had learned over the last few years. Just simple things such as turning cups into candles and pieces of wood into stools. It started to get more difficult when they were required to change a watch into a mouse and a goblet into a blackbird.

'If you are interested in becoming an Animagus in the future, you must listen carefully. It is not easy to deal with live creatures, but it's much easier to turn a quill in a mouse than it is to turn yourself into an animal.' She waved her wand over a large, Eagle feather quill and it instantly changed into a friendly looking brown mouse.

'Some people have a natural gift for Transfiguration and manage it early on, but for others it can take years to master. Some old students of mine managed the transformation whilst they were at school. One of the Wizards in that particular group was one of the most unremarkable men I've ever known, he didn't excel in anything and relied on his friends to help him through school. I've recently found out that he was actually the first of his group of friends to transform completely. I, myself was 16 when I mastered the art, although I've had skills in Transfiguration since I was a young child.'

She allowed herself a small smile when she saw the unbelieving faces of some of her students.

'So, you need to focus everything you have whilst Transfiguring an object. All of you have managed to transform an object into a different object and I can see that all of you are able to deal with small, live creatures. Our next lesson will be attempting to Transfigure larger animals and so your first lot of homework is to research animal Transfiguration. I would like at least 8 inches by our next lesson. If you are interested in the art of Anamagi then come to me at the end of the day and I can provide you with some information on it. But remember it's not for everyone. Class dismissed.

Harry took his time packing his bags up and slowly made his way to the front of the class.

'Was that my Dad and his friends you spoke about Professor?' Harry asked meekly.

'Yes Mr Potter it was. I can't believe that I was unaware of their talents throughout the whole of their school life. To master it at such a young age is incredible. They must have only been 13 or 14 and that is quite frankly, unheard of! Sorry, was. I was the youngest person to reach full Animagi before those troublemakers.' She smiled affectionately, her memories flashing back to the days of the Marauders.

Harry returned the smile. 'But Pettigrew was, like you said, unremarkable, and he managed it. Why aren't more people able to do it?'

'He was unremarkable yes, but he obviously just had a knack for it. It's as simple as that, some people can and some people can't. I expect you could if you tried.'

'Really? I wonder if I'd be a Stag, like my Father.'

'Quite possibly Mr Potter. Your Patronus is a Stag, is it not?'

'Yes Professor. Like my Dad's.'

'Then I expect so.' The elderly Witch smiled again. 'Now go. Before you get detention for being late.'

Harry rushed to his next lesson that just happened to be double Potions.

This time Harry was partnered with Theo Nott. The Gryffindor smiled in relief, at least it wasn't that snooty girl whose name was still a mystery.

'Hey.' Theo whispered as Harry sat down.

'Alright?' Harry replied, pulling his books out of his bag and placing them haphazardly on the table.

'I got Annabelle to sit next to Goyle. They can be miserable together. She was meant to marry Crabbe when they graduated, hence why she was glaring at you for the whole lesson. I expect she's been fed a biased account of what happened with Vincent.'

'Ahhh. I did wonder why her looks burnt me from the inside.'

Theo sniggered quietly and arranged his books and quills neatly in front of him. Seconds later, Snape came billowing in and took his place at the front of the room.

He began the lesson in his deep voice before realizing Harry wasn't sat with his usual crowd. He frowned at the Gryffindors and his eyes skimmed over the Slytherins. He clocked Potter and double took when he saw him sitting next to Theo. Harry smiled brightly at the Potions Professor and got another frown in return.

'And why, Mr Potter are you not sitting in your usual space, with your usual crowd?'

'No reason Professor, just fancied a change.'

Snape snorted disbelievingly and carried on with his lesson.

The lesson, just like the one before went smoothly, other than the glares Harry seemed to get from Weasley. The other Gryffindors ignored him, other than the odd smile and nod and when Harry needed to fetch ingredients from the store, Dean spoke to him, making sure he was okay. Harry simply replied with yes, and that he was more than happy to be sitting with the Slytherins, especially because there seemed to be no room for him on the typically Gryffindor side of the classroom.

Lunch was fine and nothing outrageous happened. Harry sat as far away from Ron as he could without separating himself away from his other friends, and Seamus, Dean and Neville made an extra effort to talk with him.

Before the next lesson began, the trio he sat with at lunch pulled Harry to one side before they all had to go to into Charms. Harry looked at them briefly and he knew exactly what was about to be said.

'Harry, what's going on?' Neville asked.

The raven-haired teen sighed.

'The other day, when I was staying at the Burrow, Ron and I had a one-on-one Quidditch session. It got rough and Molly made us go to St. Mungo's as she couldn't heal broken bones. While we were there we heard someone in a private room being attacked. I went in to help and it turns out it was Draco Malfoy. He was beaten quite badly already, but that didn't stop them. When Ron found out it was Draco, he started being vile towards him and I didn't like it. We got in a fight and I apparated out of there, went to the Burrow, packed my stuff and left.'

'Oh.' Neville said, slightly shocked.

'We heard you'd become friends with the Slytherins and ganged up on Ron and Ginny.'

'No. I wore my cloak on the train because I didn't want to be seen and end up in an argument. I was in a compartment when the Slytherins came in so I simply climbed onto the luggage rack and squashed myself into a corner and napped. Ron and Ginny came in and started threatening them, and after Ron used a dark curse on Zabini, I stepped in and helped them.'

'That's more believable than what Weasley said.' Dean muttered.

'I don't blame the Slytherins at all, they were forced into the War as much as we were, if not more. They may have been assholes to us in the past, but everyone deserves a second chance and in my opinion they've more than proved themselves.'

'I agree with ya mate. I'll stand with you. Ron's changed, he's not like he used to be. I think the fame got to his head and now he's just an arse.' Seamus said with a grin. He clapped Harry on the shoulder and propelled him around, and began walking to the classroom.

Harry couldn't help but feel a little smug. Over the last few weeks more and more people approached him and said things similar to what Neville, Dean and Seamus said on their first day back. The Weasley's were loosing friends everyday. It seemed the students of Hogwarts didn't like to hear that their Savior was being bullied by his former friend and girlfriend.

The Slytherins were also becoming a strong part of Harry's friendship circle, and although the Gryffindors found it awkward at first they soon realized that they all had a lot in common and became quite close. This was lucky for the Snakes, as they were still being victimized by certain people but when they were surrounded by their new friends, the bullies didn't want to risk the wrath of Harry and his circle of hot-headed Gryffindors, or the cunning Slytherins. People generally noticed that Harry was getting along awfully well with Zabini and Parkinson, and naturally being in a school, that generated rumors.

It was a couple of days before Halloween when Dean approached Harry at dinner time. He looked confused and Harry was immediately worried.

'What's up mate?' He asked.

'Harry, there's something that's been bothering me and I need to talk to you.' He began seriously.

'What have I done now?' He responded with a sigh.

'Well, when you told us what had happened at the hospital, my immediate thought was that you CAN'T apparate from Mungo's. The Wards are far too strong.'

'I honestly...' Harry began.

'I am not calling you a liar Harry, hear me out.'

He nodded.

'You can't apparate from St. Mungo's, it's impossible. They have some of the strongest anti-apparition Wards known to Wizard kind. Not even the Minister of Magic or Dumbledore can do it. There's a spot just outside the front doors, or people usually floo there.'

'Do you think the Wards had been lifted?'

'Well, they must have been, and only the leader of the hospital can do that. I originally thought there was a glitch in the Wards, but that's impossible. You just don't get glitches in powerful Wards. So either they were lifted, or you've done the impossible. Again.'

'Oh yay me.' Harry said sarcastically.

'We can ask about it on the sly, to save you from unwanted attention.' Dean said sympathetically. 'I'm just too intrigued to let this go.'

'Okay.' Harry nodded in agreement. He was intrigued too. 'There's another thing, Dean. I was able to apparate into the Burrow too, and I know that's got the Wards left over from the War.'

Dean looked thoughtful for a minute. 'You could have been keyed into the Wards there, you have been friends with the Weasley's for 7 years.'

'Why have I got to be so complicated!' Harry moaned into his hands.

'Dunno, mate. Trouble seems to find you doesn't it.' Dean chuckled, helping himself to some chicken and potatoes. Harry just sighed in agreement and carried on eating his dinner. He was happily scoffing his face when Snape received an Owl at the teachers table. Owls don't normally come in the evening, so everyone was looking at him, curious. Snape frowned and stood up abruptly, leaving the hall in a swirl of black. He re-entered minutes after and headed straight to the Slytherin table where he whispered something into Blaise's ear. He left again and Zabini beckoned to the others to follow.

'I'll be right back.' Harry muttered to Dean, and his friend just responded with a small nod. He didn't make it obvious but Harry hurried out of the hall after the Slytherins who were heading in the direction of the Head's office. He pulled his cloak out of his bag and slipped in over himself before getting onto the staircase before it closed behind him.

When he eventually got into the office at the top of the spiral staircase, Harry was shocked at the sight that greeted him. Draco Malfoy was sat on a plush, red, squashy sofa and his Parents were sat upright of wooden-backed chairs beside him.

Pansy squealed and pretty much launched herself into Draco's open arms. They wrapped themselves around each other and if you listened carefully you could hear the gentle sobs that came from one of them. After Pansy finally let go, Draco gave Theo and Blaise a quick hug and then sat back down.

'Please take a seat!' Dumbledore exclaimed over the noise of concerned voices. Everyone sat down, except Harry who stood awkwardly by the door. Dumbledore's twinkly blue eyes lingered on his for a split second and Harry couldn't help but smile.

'Right, I understand that you are all very happy to get Mr Malfoy back, and I'm sure he's happy to be back.'

The teenagers all nodded and Dumbledore beamed at them.

'The Malfoy's have given permission for me to explain what happened to Draco over the summer. It it not a pleasant story but we feel you should know. This does not leave this room, unless Draco says otherwise. You may or may not want to talk to your new friends about it, but that's up to you.' Dumbledore said, looking straight at the youngest Malfoy.

'New friends?' He asked, looking at the other Slytherins. Blaise cleared his throat with a small cough.

'We've become friends with the Gryffindors mainly. Some of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs talk to us too but we spend quite a lot of time with Harry and the others. As well as it being helpful to us, we have become very close with them. They are a good group and we trust them, like they trust us.'

Draco looked baffled.

'It started on the train. Harry defended us against the Weasels and it went from there.' Pansy shrugged.

'Harry isn't friends with them anymore. But I think that's his story to tell, not ours.' Theo added.

'Bloody hell.' Draco muttered rubbing his head.

'Language Dragon.' Narcissa reprimanded gently, placing her pale hand on Draco's thin arm.

'Sorry Mother. This has all come as a bit of a shock to me.'

'Understandable!' Dumbledore said cheerfully. 'An excellent display of friendship, inter-house union-ship and forgiveness!'

All three Malfoys looked slightly confused. They knew that Potter knew they ended up leaving Voldemort, but to forgive the Slytherins so easily was amazing. If, just if, they could could get Potter on their side fully, then they'd be re-accepted completely into society.

Harry knew what they were thinking and he shook his head. They are still trying to climb up the ladder and now they're going to use him to do it. But, strangely it didn't bother him. He knew that that's just who they were and they meant no offence by it. In a way they were going to use him, but on the other hand they seemed to really like him.

'Maybe we can make this mutually beneficial.' Harry thought.

'Right, back to the point of this meeting. During the holidays, Mr Malfoy experienced some unpleasant things. He was taken from Diagon Ally and held against his will, in less that sanitary conditions. During his time there he was beaten, cursed and chained to a wall. He was also made to wear magic restraining bonds that prevent your body from healing like it normally would. The Healers have done everything they can and although they've healed the physical ailments, they've not been so lucky with the mind and emotions. Draco is prone to have magical outbursts due to his magic is still stabilizing. Unfortunately there are students here who wouldn't think twice about hexing their classmates so it's your job to keep Mr Malfoy safe. For now, until he's back to his usual strength.'

Blaise, Theo and Pansy sat there with their mouths literally hanging open. Pansy had tears slowly spilling out of her eyes and she held on to Draco's hand with so much force that his already pale hand was going white. Narcissa held on to Draco's other hand and the blonde was just sat there with a stoic expression on his face.

Pansy went to say something, but Draco shook his head. 'I'd rather not talk about it , I intend to live my life and get revenge that way. For now.'

She nodded silently, as did Blaise and Theo. Blaise stood up and whispered something in Draco's ear. The blonde's face relaxed slightly and the others couldn't help but wonder what the Italian said.

Harry felt a wave of affection for the two Slytherins and it made him smile.

'Okay, well if we're done here, I'll personally escort you down to your dorms. Anything any of you wish to talk about, you know where I am.'

Draco and his friends said goodbye to Lucius and Narcissa, the blonde woman hugging her Son for slightly longer that was deemed acceptable to Purebloods. Pansy noticed but she didn't care. Not anymore. Once upon a time she would have judged Narcissa and Draco for the open display of affection but now she was just happy that Draco was alive and well, and she was also glad that the Malfoy's didn't end up in prison or worse, dead. Not like her family who were all in Azkaban, other than an Uncle who wanted nothing to do with her since the day she was born. Pansy sneered inwardly, Uncle Tobias had abandoned her Father when he decided to join Voldemort in the first Wizarding War. He was young an blinded by the Pure-Blood ideals and now he was paying for that, but even though the War was over and he knew Pansy never took the Mark, he still didn't care.

She gently took Draco's hand and Blaise linked him arm through hers. Theo followed suite and wrapped his arm around the blondes shoulders letting Dumbledore lead the way. Harry scurried out after them, slightly ashamed from eve-stropping on such a private affair. He made a promise to himself that he would help protect the Slytherins at any cost.

Draco seemed to settle well into a daily routine. He would wake up, shower and go to Breakfast surrounded by his friends. He resumed his position as 'Slytherin Ice Prince' and most people just left him to his own devises, occasionally approaching him and asking for help with their Potions or seeing if he needed any help with his. The only thing that was noticeably different is that he never insulted or threatened Students from the other houses and people speculated the reasons why, but nobody complained. Draco found it easy to catch up on the work he had missed and he was up to speed with the others within 3 weeks of returning to school. He kept his head low and concentrated of his studies and luckily that helped his mind heal as he had something else to concentrate on.

They were at Lunch one day near Christmas and the hall was beautifully decorated with the usual Hogwarts decor, when Draco noticed a very green pair of eyes staring intently at him from across the hall. Draco looked at the green-eyed man with his molten silver orbs and couldn't help but smile when said man blushed slightly and sent the blonde a crooked smile before looking quickly away into the interesting mess that was his pasta.

'I get that you've extended your friendship to Potter, but why does he keep looking at us. That's a least the 10th time I've caught him staring.' Draco said quietly to Pansy who was sat on the left side of him, delicately spooning soup into her mouth. She jumped slightly and turned to her friend.

'He's looking out for us, making sure that we're okay.' She replied simply, dunking a warm piece of roll into the bowl. Draco noticed her smile at the mention of Potter and he grinned widely.

'Is there something you're not telling us.' He said a bit louder, grabbing the attention of Blaise, Theo and Daphne who were having their own conversation about homework.

'No!' She denied, blushing slightly and dropping her eyes to the table, before lifting them and defiantly looking Draco in the eye with her chin raised.

The blonde lifted his hands up in mock surrender. 'Okay, okay! Was just asking.' He grinned mischievously at Blaise and Theo and they caught on immediately. Daphne looked baffled before she caught the blonde look pointedly between their friend and Harry was now chatting animatedly with Finnigan and Thomas.

'Potter? Really?' She chimed. 'Other than his bird nest he's really grown up hasn't he? Slytherin green eyes and a Seeker's body to die for...'

'Daphne!' Pansy hissed at her friend. 'Shut up!'

The blonde girl shrugged. 'I was just saying, dear. And you can't say I'm lying.'

No one disagreed with her. Theo was the one blushing when he turned to look at Harry and noticed just what Daphne was talking about. Luckily no one noticed as they were all too busy trying to pick information out of the very embarrased Slytherin girl.

Pansy was glad when lessons and dinner were finally over. Her friends had been picking on her all day as they somehow got this ridiculous notion in their stupid heads that she fancied Potter. Harry-Bloody-Potter of all people!

As a Prefect she was able to use the huge Prefect bathrooms and she was relieved when she got there to discover it was completely empty. Or so she thought. She started running the water and added some of her favourite Vanilla and Cinnamon bath scents before quickly shedding her clothes and slipping into the lush, warm water.

She jumped out of her skin when she heard a soft 'plop' behind her and noticed that a certain green-eyed Gryffindor had slipped in next to her.

'Hope you don't mind.' He said softly as he removed his glasses tilted his head back, wetting his hair in the water. Truth be told, he didn't need his glasses anymore but he wore them as a sort of comfort thing.

'Erm... N-no. Um, of c-c-course not.' She stuttered.

'I looked away when you got changed, it's just you looked so happy to be here that I didn't want you to leave if you realised someone else was here.'

Pansy took a deep breath. 'It's fine, this bath is big enough for the whole of our year.'

'Thank fuck it's dark in here.' She thought as she felt like her face and body were on fire with the furious blush that was creeping along her soft curves.

'But I'm glad they're not here.' Harry said slowly.

She blinked.

*Sex scene*

'I don't think you know quite how beautiful you are.' Harry said softly as he drifted closer to Pansy, who was stood there gaping like a fish out of water. He put his hand out to her, silently asking if this was okay and she only hesitated for a second before slipping her small hand into his larger one. Harry pulled her close to him before dipping his head to kiss her gently on the lips. He broke away to look her in the eyes and then dived in for a more passionate and heated one. Harry gradually got Pansy close enough the the edge of the bath before lifting her and encouraging her to wrap her long legs around his middle.

'Is this okay?' He whispered. She nodded and that's all Harry needed before he began a relentless assault on her neck. Pansy felt his excitement and she couldn't help but shudder, the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach was so intense that she was going to scream unless he done something about it. She started to slowly grind her hips on the Gryffindor and he growled. He let his hand drift down her body, only stopping to briefly play with her breasts and when it got to where he wanted he felt Pansy whimper against his neck. She moved slightly, eager for Harry to carry on and he did so, gladly.

'Needy aren't you?' He purred seductively at her. She mumbled something incoherent and squeezed against him tighter.

'Are you a virgin?' Harry asked quietly and when she shook her head he removed his fingers and hoisted her up before entering her in one fluid, swift moment.

'Fuck!' He hissed, allowing Pansy to adjust before moving. Judging by the noises that were coming out her mouth, she was enjoying it so Harry moved faster and faster and began relentlessly fucking her, swallowing her screams as he harshly kissed her already swollen lips.

'More.' She moaned quietly into his ear and Harry felt it rude to deny her of this one request. He attached himself to her neck, biting in the way he knew she liked. They writhed together in the water for a long while before finishing together. Harry came with a growl and yet again swallowed Pansy's screams with his mouth.

'Fuck.' He said again when he pulled out, he pulled the Slytherin into a hug before turning her around and began gently washing her back and hair.

'Are you okay?' He asked, feeling she had been silent for far too long.

She turned round slowly to meet his gaze and covered her chest with her arms.

'I don't know why I let that happen.' She said quietly.

Harry jolted backwards like he'd been slapped.

'No, no. I didn't mean it like that. It was great Harry, you were great, but as much as I'd like it to happen again. I'm not sure if I can allow it.'

'What do you mean?' He asked slowly.

'I really like you Harry. But I think I'm in love with someone else.'

'And you realised that whilst we were fucking did you?' Harry replied, a bit harsher than he intended. 'I don't get it.' He carried on, ignoring her hurt look. 'I've been watching you and I've seen the looks you've been giving me.'

'Do you like me like that then?' She asked quietly.

Harry looked at the Slytherin for a minute. 'Yes I do. I would never have done that with you if no feelings were involved. I'm sorry.'

'But you don't love me do you?'

Harry shook his head after pausing in thought for a minute.

'I understand Harry. I'm in love with someone, but I fancy YOU. It's odd as I've only ever had feelings for one person at a time. First it was school boy I knew as a child, then it was Draco, then Blaise and now finally the one that I will never have. This is new to me too.'

'So you didn't use me, or just let me use you then?' Harry replied, and Pansy heard him sound like a child for the first time since meeting him.

'Of course not. I like you and I really enjoyed that, it was much better than my other times. Not that there's been many. But I feel me and you are more suited to being friends maybe in time, best friends.' She said in a small voice.

'I think I understand Pans. Although I wouldn't be opposed to doing that again, if we're not with other people that is.' He grinned slowly, realising that Pansy was right.

'But then, she always is.' He thought. 'Just like Hermione.' He pushed that thought away before it consumed him.

Pansy couldn't help but leer back. 'Of course you wouldn't. Me neither.' She blushed slightly and Harry brushed his fingers across her cheek.

'That settles it then Gorgeous.' He laughed. Pansy chuckled and threw some bubbles at him, not caring that she and him were still completely naked. He flicked some back and ended up going under the water when she jumped on his back. 'I will tame your hair, wild boy.' She giggled when he finally emerged, she dragged her fingers through his black tresses and sighed at the mess.

'You have 5 minutes.' He grumbled before turning around and letting Pansy go to town on his hair.

She squealed in glee and began attacking his mop with vigor, using a brush and comb she'd conjured. Harry shook his head when he felt Pansy's chest squash up against his back and he managed to suppress the arousal he was beginning to feel. He thought hard about what she said as she worked in comfortable silence. He didn't love her, she was right about that, but there was an attraction there, for both of them.

'Who are you in love with?'

Pansy started, catching Harry's ear with her comb. 'Sorry!' She exclaimed. 'You caught me off guard. Is your ear okay?'

'No worries.' He grumbled rubbing his ear. 'So who is it then?' He repeated gently.

'It doesn't really matter, I'll never get to be with her.' Pansy replied softly.

'Why? Wait? Who? A girl? Did you say 'her', is she a girl?'

Pansy giggled before going serious. 'Yes, you are the only one I've told so please don't mention it to the others, I'll let them know when I'm ready.'

'Sure thing, so who?'

'You won't believe me.'

'Go on, I won't judge.' He pressed gently.

She vanished her brush and sat on the bath-bench pulling Harry down with her.

'It's Granger.'

'Who?'

'Hermione Granger.'

Harry felt like he was about to faint. 'Hermione? Why?'

'I don't really know how it happened but I've liked her since the end of last year. I'm attracted to her power and her brilliant mind. Her kind smile and the way she cares for those she loves. She's a beautiful person, inside and out.'

'She is, but I don't know what's going on between us now.'

'Talk to her Harry, she loves you but I think Weasley is controlling her more than she realises.'

Harry thought about it.

'You're right. Again.' He sighed. 'What an odd night this has turned out to be.'

Pansy giggled. 'Indeed it has.'

They got out the bath, not bothering to cover and slowly got dressed. Neither of them could help feeling happy as they sent glances to one another as they made their way out of the bathroom, they held hands, much like the way Harry used to hold Hermione's or the way Pansy would hold Draco's.

Harry walked Pansy back to the Slytherins dorms and kissed her on the cheek.

'See you tomorrow.' He smiled.

'See you tomorrow.' She echoed as she turned around as disappeared from sight.

Harry went up to his own common room and entered quietly, casting a quick tempus as he went. It was gone 11 and Harry knew it was only his luck that he wasn't found wandering the corridors after hours. He and Pansy had been bathing for over 3 and a half hours. He walked through the portrait only to find a very upset Hermione.

AN: Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

P.S ** I'm not sure if that made sense, so I'll explain it quick, during the battle (in JK's DH pt 2 and my 6th year version, Harry and his friends lost a few of their classmates. Hogwarts has a type of magic of it's own and took away the chairs that would not have been filled, to save the students looking at them and thinking 'Oh, Lavender should have been there' etc, etc. There is just enough chairs for the current students, but there is not going to be exactly the same number of students in each house, or the same number of students in that particular class. Hope that explains it!'