A/N: Hey, guys! Thanks for all the awesome reviews! Sorry I've been slacking a little. I have finals this week and spend most of my time studying. Today I thought "what the hell" and decided to spend my evening writing. Many, many updates/new stories :) (possibly) Anyway, read, review, and enjoy!

Pansy POV

"Oh, my God!" whispered Astoria.

"What?" I asked, startled. We were in the library, studying for exams, and I'd been tuning out the world around me. It wasn't very much, because it was nearly eleven o'clock at night, but still…

"Listen!" she hissed.

I listened and heard murmuring and the sound of kissing a few rows over. "What the hell?" I hissed quietly.

"It's Draco, and… I can't tell who he's with!" she said quietly.

We snuck around to the row right next to theirs, concealing ourselves behind a potted plant just in case they emerged.

"I love you," came a vaguely familiar female voice.

"I love you, too," Draco murmured.

Kissing.

"Please, can I tell them?"

"No," Draco said. "Just… not yet."

"But they deserve to know!"

"Yeah, they'd really understand this," Draco retorted scathingly.

"That's true," said the girl. "But still… they've never lied to me, and I just feel so guilty!"

"I promise, we'll tell them. All of them. Soon. Just… not yet. We need to figure it out. I can't have my father finding out that we're together. Voldemort… he'd capture you. Hurt you. Torture you for information on him. I can't let that happen to you, I just can't!"

"I can handle myself, Draco," she murmured.

"Yes, I know, but I don't want you to have to handle yourself. We can't tell until the end of next year; he knows exactly where to find you. And even if you weren't his friend, Voldemort would hurt you because of the fact that you're with me, and I'm devoting more time to you than I am to him! I can't let that happen to you! We have to keep it secret! Because if someone finds out, my father will find out, guaranteed. Which means that Voldemort will find out."

"You're right," she murmured. "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for," he said softly. "Come on, it's late. I'll walk you to your common room. Everyone else will be in bed by now."

We held our breath as they emerged. When we saw who he was with, we both let out a small gasp.

Draco stopped. "Did you hear something?"

"I think it was just the wind. See, the windows are open."

"Oh, yeah. Come on, let's go."

Astoria and I gaped as he and Hermione Granger left the library.

"Oh, my God!" I whispered.

"This is not acceptable," she seethed. She stormed back to our things, unearthed a clean piece of parchment and a quill, then began scribbling frantically on it.

"What are you writing?" I asked. I knew that it wasn't notes.

"A letter."

"To who?"

"Lucius Malfoy."