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In the week that followed, if Draco wasn't busy scribbling plans in class, he was glaring at Hermione. He couldn't believe that she had fooled him into believing that she was Pansy. He hadn't even been able to tell when they were kissing - surprisingly, Granger wasn't half bad. He wanted to smash his head against the wall for even thinking that. 'It's because she was in Pansy's body', he told himself. 'The only reason you enjoyed it was because she was Pansy.'

Still fuming over Granger's knowledge about his alliance, he sloppily threw his books in his bag and joined the movement out of the dungeon once Potions ended. He felt a hand grabbing his arm, dragging him to the side of the corridor.

"Draco," Pansy said. It was the real Pansy, Draco noted – Granger just walked past with Scarhead and Weasel. He'd been avoiding Pansy since the incident with Granger, so he wasn't particularly keen to talk to her right now.

"Yeah?" he questioned.

"What's going on? Please. You have to tell me what's going on. What's so bad you can't tell me?" Pansy's eyebrows were furrowed with concern. He'd always assumed that she hung around him for his status and looks, but perhaps she did actually care.

"Broom cupboard. Near Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Meet me there in 15," he demanded. If she wanted to know the full story, she was going to have to work for it.


"Have you got any more Polyjuice Potion?" Hermione asked, from the vantage point where they'd been spying on Malfoy. Harry pulled the large flask from his robes; approximately two-thirds remained.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ron asked, concerned about what Hermione might be getting herself into.

"If it means bringing Malfoy down, then I'm willing," Hermione replied.

"Let's find Pansy," Harry said.

Once Pansy was stunned and locked in a different broom cupboard, the trio snuck into Myrtle's bathroom.

"Back again?" Myrtle cried gleefully. She eyed the Polyjuice Potion. "Are we going to turn into a dog this time?" she giggled.

"Shut it, Myrtle," Ron interjected.

Hermione gulped down the potion, while Harry peered outside of the girl's lavatory.

"He just went into the cupboard, you're safe," Harry said.

"Good luck," the boys said as she exited the bathroom.

Hermione paused for a moment outside the broom cupboard, unwillingly to be seen going into an obvious hook up spot, even if she was disguised as Pansy. She ducked inside, shutting the door behind her. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust and notice Malfoy standing towards the back of the cupboard.

"Pansy," he greeted her.

"Draco," Hermione replied sweetly. He glanced down at her, his face dark but not unkind. "Can you please tell me what's going on?" she asked.

"We're in a broom closet, and you want to talk about my feelings?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows. Hermione reeled on the inside; this wasn't going to be as easy as she'd thought.

"Only to start with. I'm worried about you, Draco," Hermione responded. Malfoy sighed and sat down in the corner of the cupboard, pulling her onto his lap.

"The Dark Lord has set me a task … one he knows that I won't possibly be able to complete. When I fail, my father will have to pay." Hermione was shocked to see pain in his eyes.

"Is there anything you can do?" she asked.

"No," he replied. "This is his revenge on my father for what happened in the Department of Mysteries." Instinctively, Hermione wrapped her arms around him. She really wasn't sure what to think about this. He was a Death Eater, but not by his choice.

"Why do you act so happy about being one of them?" Hermione asked.

"Do I really have any other choice?" Malfoy replied. Hermione couldn't believe it; she was actually feeling sorry for Malfoy. He was human; not a soulless killing machine like Voldemort.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. His lips parted hers softly, and his tongue slipped into her mouth. Their tongues danced. The kiss was deep and passionate, emotions Hermione had never thought that Malfoy would be able to express. She couldn't leave; she couldn't walk out after he'd told her something so person. Even though he did think she was Pansy, she couldn't do that to him.

His hands trailed up her body, and Hermione realised that she was going to let him. She couldn't hurt him after what he'd just shared. He also couldn't know that it was her he told, and not Pansy, so either way she had no choice but to keep up the façade. Malfoy's hands started to graze up her leg. Hermione's instinct was to push him away, but she couldn't do that. She had to stay in character, but she didn't want his hands there. Even if she was Pansy.

Hermione pushed Malfoy down so his back lay on the cold cement. She knew that the only way she could get out of here without hurting him was by giving him what he wanted. She left a trail of kisses down his neck, lifted his shirt up and continued down his abdomen. She glanced up at him and raised her eyebrows; he gave her a half smile. Her hands trailed lower, fumbling with the clasp on his belt, her lips soon to follow. She'd already gotten what she came here for, and he was about to.