Okay so you might find a few surprises when you read this chapter, but that was the point. Enjoy! I don't own Harry Potter or Pretty Little Liars, even if I wish I did!

When she was sure everyone was asleep, Alison quietly kicked off the emerald green bedspread and tiptoed out of the girls' dormitory and down the long, dimly-lit hall until she arrived at the boys' prefect dormitory, which happened to belong to none other than Ian Thomas himself.

She grimaced at the fact that he was taken by Melissa Hastings; she seemed to boss him around to no end. Alison shook her head. He deserved better and they both knew it.

Alison cleared her throat slightly and knocked lightly on his door.

"What the bloody hell," Ian rubbed his eyes and stumbled to his door. It was almost two in the morning; what could someone possibly want at this hour?

"What is it, Professor…?" He muttered before nearly falling back at the sight of the blonde, five-foot-tall first year standing at his door in her lace nightgown and pink robe. "Alison?"

"Hi, Ian," she greeted him quietly before stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

"What is it, Ali?" he asked tiredly. "Shouldn't you be in bed? You have classes tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's Sunday, you daft bint," she teased with a slight giggle, before adding, "I couldn't sleep."

"You really can't be doing this anymore," he shook his head, sitting next to her on his bed. "I don't know how much longer I can take it."

"My brother will never know," she said mischievously. "Neither would Melissa."

"We can't be doing this anymore, Ali," he shook his head.

"Why not?" she demanded. "You deserve better, and we both know it!"

"Ali, you're eleven," he said. "I'm turning sixteen in two months."

"And I'm turning twelve in one," she said simply. "Your point?"

"You're too young," he shook his head. "In a few years, maybe, but certainly not now."

"Do you really expect me to wait that long?" she looked at him incredulously. "Melissa should be with my brother and we both know it! Don't you get it? She's settling for you because she can't have Jason!"

"Alison, stop," he said firmly. "I've broken the rules enough for you already. If I catch you here one more time, I'm telling both your brother and Melissa you've been coming here every night."

She bit her lips in desperation as she furiously crashed her lips against Ian's. For a few moments, Ian kissed her back, but quickly realized what he was doing and shoved her off. But he was too late as Melissa Hastings stood in the doorway, clenching her fists and shaking in anger.

"Melissa," Ian began. "It's not what it looks like. She came on to me, okay? And I…"

"And you were enjoying it, Ian," Alison smirked.

"You little bitch," the eldest Hastings sister hissed, narrowing her eyes at Alison. "I always knew you were trouble." She growled and lunged at Alison, who dodged her by a hair.

"Don't you ever come near my boyfriend again!" she screeched as Ian held her back. "Or I will…"

"You'll what?" Alison challenged. "We both know the reason you're with him."

"Leave," Ian said in a low voice. "Now. Before I give you detention."

"Detention?" she scoffed. "Is that the best you can do?"

"And write you up to Professor Snape," he finished.

Alison gulped. Snape and McGonagall were the only professors that she wouldn't dare cross; they may be heads of opposite houses, but they both knew how to control her and put her in her place. She held back tears as she stormed out of Ian's room, angrily slamming the door shut behind her.

"So this is where you've been going every night," pug-faced Pansy Parkinson sneered as she emerged from the girls' loo.

"How much did you hear?" Alison asked stiffly as her heart dropped at the realization that she hadn't been able to fool everyone.

"Only the last part," she replied honestly.

Alison swallowed, before Pansy continued, "Let me guess. You're going to ask me not to tell anyone?"

The blonde girl grimaced. "What's the point? News travels fast anyway."

"Of course. You would know," Pansy retorted sarcastically.

"Why do you care?" Alison asked, sniffling. "Haven't I been horrible enough to you?"

"I didn't appreciate you telling the whole school about my unicorn," the pug-faced girl admitted, "but Slytherins always look out for their own. Even if they don't always get along."

Alison gave her a small smile in return as the two of them quietly tiptoed back toward the girls' dormitory.

"Thanks, by the way," she smiled at the dark-haired girl.

"It's not a problem," she shrugged. "This can be our little secret."

"What?" Alison was confused.

"You know, that the two Slytherin princesses," Pansy referred to the nickname everyone else had for the two rivals, "can actually get along."

Alison shrugged. "Just don't call my friends 'freaks' and we'll be well off."

"Deal. But I'd start treating them like actual friends if I were you, Dilaurentis," Pansy warned. "They might not see how you're really treating them, but I do." She smirked as the two girls quietly entered the dormitory and went back to bed.

The blond-haired, heart-shaped faced girl curled up on her side and hugged her pillow tightly. Parkinson's just trying to scare me, she thought. But she doesn't scare me. Not one bit. Aria, Hanna, Spencer, and Emily love me. Especially Emily. Don't they?

"Alison, what's wrong?" Aria asked as the five of them sat at the edge of the lake in a spot that gave them a majestic view of the mountains and forest that surrounded the school.

"Nothing," Alison replied vaguely. "I had a late night, that's all."

"Were you crying last night?" Emily asked curiously, noticing the eye bags under Alison's usually vibrant green eyes.

"No," Alison lied.

"Yes, you were," Spencer disagreed. "It's pretty obvious."

"Shut it. You don't know anything, Spencer," she snapped. "I had a late night, that's all."

"You said you wanted to talk to us," Hanna reminded her.

"I did," she nodded. "I just wanted to let you know…how dear you are to me. All of you." Especially you, Em, she snuck a glance at Emily, who immediately caught on and glowed in glee. "Don't ever forget that.

"Aw, Alison," Aria smiled, giving her a hug, and the other three followed suit as they all embraced in a big group hug.

"I mean it," she said firmly. "Even if I say some things you might not want to hear. I only do it because I care."

So a lot happened in this chapter...Alison potentially ruined Ian and Melissa's relationship, Pansy found out her secret, and Alison showed her softer side to all the girls, and not just Emily! And as for Alison and Pansy's little interaction after the Ian thing, as you can see, they can be friendly with one another, but both agree that they're playing appearances! So Slytherin-like, if you ask me! Haha! It may or may not bite one (or both) of them in the back in the future. Hope you enjoyed!