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Neville didn't have anyone to go and talk to about his shitty predicament, so all he could do was write in his diary. His diary was very special to him, and he had started writing in it since the beginning of last summer.

He didn't really know how he got the idea of a diary, but it was a wonderful way to express himself when he was angry or felt alone.

He was currently writing about his stupidity. He had traded a lot, just for popularity to be given by one of the most untrustworthy people in Hogwarts. What if she wouldn't give him popularity, and he would have tutored her for nothing? He shook his head. Even if Pansy Parkinson was evil, even if she was Slytherin, he knew even Slytherins had to keep their word. It was honorable, and Slytherins cherished their honor. Didn't they?

Neville Longbottom was horribly confused.

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MONDAY

After classes, Pansy told Milicent, her best friend, of her plan. Milicent looked at her doubtfully. "Pansy, isn't that a little cruel?"

"Of course it's cruel, but if it gets me what I want, I don't care."

"It is quite iniquitous! I mean, I think I pity Longbottom already."

"Oh come on, Milly! It isn't that bad!"

"I guess not. I just hope you're doing the right, thing, Pansy."

"I always do. Don't worry, I'll be careful, and I'll try not to be too hard on Longbottom for your sake, though I don't know why you care so much."

Milicent looked satisfied. "Alright."

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Neville lay restlessly in bed, waiting for the clock to strike 12:00, and while waiting, he was having some doubts. Was it safe to tutor her so late at night? Would he get caught along the way, causing Pansy to think he stood her up? Was she going to stand him up? What if this whole thing was just a trap to get him caught by Filch? The clock struck 12:00. He decided to chance it. He picked up his Herbology books from the bedside table and made his way to the library, throwing his school robes on.

On his way to the library, he realized how eerie everything looked in such a huge school at night. The corridors was illuminated by candles, and not many, so it was a little dark. He shivered.

He reached the library, and opened it cautiously. He made his way to the back of the library, and took a seat at the table . Pansy wasn't there yet. He thought of where he would start. Maybe he would do a quick run-through of the past lessons since the beginning of the year, then get to their current lesson, which was the Chrysanthemus Lilia, a plant whose nectar was used to cure sore throats. It was rather complex, since the nectar had many different compounds-

"Longbottom."

He looked up to see Pansy seating herself across from him.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show up."

"Well here I am. Now let's get on with it."

"Okay."

Neville started to teach her about different plants and their uses, but in the middle of everything, he asked a question.

"Hey, I've forgotten to ask, how long do I need to tutor you every night?"

"I don't know, maybe until 2:00."

"Won't we both be a bit sleepy during the week?"

"Yeah, so? Take a potion or something."

"Oh…okay." He realized that tutoring Pansy might affect his grades. Well, that was the price he had to pay.

He continued to tutor her until his watch beeped, signaling it was 2:00 in the morning. He yawned, and she left, without saying goodbye or thank you. Neville sighed. That was ungrateful. He packed his things and left as well, thinking of what potion he could possibly brew to help him keep awake during the week.

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Neville woke up unwillingly at 7:00 AM. Damn. He had only gotten five hours of sleep. That was three hours short! He rubbed his eyes. He was so sleepy! He groaned and made his way to the bathroom. A good shower would wake him up, even though it would be shockingly cold.

After he took a shower and did what he had to do, he made his way to the Great Hall, because breakfast would be served soon. He sat himself at the Gryffindor table, and out of curiosity, looked around for Pansy. Was she as sleepy as he was? He found her, but, to his disappointment, she looked absolutely normal. There were no dark bags under her eyes, and her hair wasn't a bloody mess like his. She looked perfectly composed, her eyes met his, and she gave a little nod. He nodded back and turned back to see his plate was now full of food.

He ate, but found he had been quite unnerved by her eyes. Her eyes were just so…cold. Cold, dark, and emotionless were the only ways he could describe her eyes. Her eyes never changed, so it was like she never felt any happiness, pain, or anger at all, and he felt sorry for her. He shook his head. Why was he feeling so sorry for someone who never hesitated to degrade him?

He stuffed his mouth with scrambled eggs. He always ate when he was deep in thought or troubled. He stiffened. Since when did he think of Pansy Parkinson for more than ten seconds? This was scary. But her eyes….shut up! Shut up Neville! You don't give a damn about Pansy Parkinson, and she doesn't give a shit about you.

Then why was he sorry for her? Why was he worried about her? This was just too weird. He needed to clear his head. Maybe he would go for a walk before dinner. Or maybe he needed to talk to somebody. But there wasn't exactly anyone he could trust, and this wasn't exactly the type of thing that he could tell his gran.

Who was considerably trustworthy? Who would most likely provide him with advice? Surely it was somebody from Gryffindor. He looked around his table. He crossed out Lavender Brown and Parvati immediately, Ron Weasley would get furious that he was thinking about "evil Slytherins" and probably not help at all, Harry Potter already had too many problems on his mind, Hermione Granger…Hermione Granger! She was smart! And she wouldn't tell anyone, would she? She was responsible, and she had always been especially kind to him. He would talk to her!

He smiled and continued to attack his eggs, content that he could talk to somebody.

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Hermione was bored to death. Harry and Ron were both in the mood to talk about Quidditch, and they did, despite the fact that they knew Hermione despised it. But she guessed they couldn't help it if they were both passionate about something, and she wasn't. It was like she was passionate about studying and books, while they weren't. It couldn't be helped, so there was no use stopping them. She decided to excuse herself and sit alone by the roaring fire in the common room. It was extremely pleasant and peaceful anyway.

Shortly after, Neville approached her. "Hermione?"

Hermione looked at him and smiled. "Yes, Neville?"

"Can I ask you what you think about something?"

"Sure!"

"Promise you won't tell anyone, and you won't get mad."

"Uhh…okay. I won't." She leaned forward as he sat down in front of her. She was really curious now.

"Good. Well, I'm a little confused and troubled about something. You see, I've made a deal with…somebody. She promised me…something, and in return I should tutor her in Herbology."

Hermione frowned. "Go on."

"Well, all of a sudden, I find I'm thinking about her a bit too often, not because I'm attracted to her, but because I feel sorry for her."

"Why?"

"She's so hostile to people, and she's so unfeeling, like she's completely emotionless."

"Who is this?"

"I can't tell you, she would probably kill me if you try to talk to her about it."

Hermione frowned. She should of known he wouldn't tell her. "I guess that's understandable. I'm guessing she's a Slytherin though?"

Neville looked at her like he was observing her, and it made Hermione feel uneasy. "Not everyone hostile and problematic is a Slytherin you know. There are good Slytherins too."

Hermione looked at him; shocked. She was rather surprised this had never occurred to her before. "I suppose so. I'm sorry."

"Well, you're assumption was right anyway. She is Slytherin. I was merely pointing out what I thought."

Hermione nodded. "Well, what exactly do you want? Advice?"

"Sort of."

"Yeah. Okay, well I think you should try to befriend whoever this is, and one day, you should ask her why she is the way she is."

"Befriending her will take a long time."

"I'm sure it will, but it's always nice to have friends, even if she's from Slytherin."

Neville seemed to think, and then he nodded. "Okay, thanks Hermione. It was good talking to you. This has helped me a lot."

"I'm glad I could help. Goodnight."

"Goodnight. Oh, Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Please don't tell anyone and please don't try to find out who this person is."

"Sure, Neville."

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Neville was tutoring Pansy again, and Pansy noticed he was being….nice. It was strange. Was something different? Why was he being patient with her and all pleasant? It was creepy, and Pansy would have preferred it immensely if he would stop. She cut him off when he was explaining some plant, she didn't know, she wasn't listening.

"Longbottom, are you sick?"

He looked up, and when he saw she was serious, he replied. "No. Why?"

"Alright, why are you being polite with me?"

He turned red. "What do you mean?"

"You're not acting like the cowardly wimp you always are with me, you're acting like you're my friend or something."

Neville noted how she said the word "friend" like it was poison. "Well, I don't mean it."

"Then what happened?"

He looked at her incredulously. "Nothing! So the Veremia plant bites any living thing that touches it-"

"Longbottom, what's wrong with you? Have you finally obtained confidence?"

Neville sighed. She was so stubborn! Sure he was trying to act nicer, but did she have to make such a big deal out of it?

"Parkinson, come on! Stop provoking me!"

She raised and eyebrow. "Fine. But I'll find out what you want from me soon enough."

"Who said I wanted anything from you?" he challenged.

"Well, if you won't tell me why you're acting nicer to me, I'll just presume you want something from me."

He did. He wanted to be friends, but he couldn't tell her that!

The clock struck two. He got up and left, exasperated. Pansy shrugged and left the library soon after.

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