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Note: Enormous thanks to my beta, kazfeist, especially for the encouragement through these last few chapters!

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Chapter Ten

Draco did his best to wait, as Hermione had requested. He really did.

The week after he'd talked with Hermione on the roof, Pansy had Owled and invited him to come over for game night. He'd accepted, somewhat reluctantly, but knew Hermione would want him to make an effort to be around Pansy. So he went.

He'd spent the entire evening paired with Hermione for a game played in teams, trying his best to be awkward and to not incidentally touch her, while at the same time trying to appear natural and carefree. In addition, he wanted as much incidental contact as he could possibly get away with.

He'd hurried away before everyone else, anxious to be away from the tension that only he and Hermione felt.

After game night, he lasted another ten days.

First thing Monday morning, in the last full week of October, Draco made his way to Diagon Alley and then to the candy shoppe where Pansy worked.

When he arrived at the door, he hesitated, running the alternatives through his mind one last time. The thought that, if everything went absolutely perfectly, he could see Hermione that night steeled him and spurred him on. A small bell chimed when he pushed open the door.

No one was in the room, but in moments, Pansy appeared through a door Draco assumed led to the back room and the kitchen.

"Draco!" she said, surprised to see him. "Is…everything okay?"

"Hey," he said, feeling his insides twist with nerves. "Everything is fine."

Pansy smiled. "Then how may I help you? Would you care for a piece of our best chocolate this morning?"

"No, thank you though. I—I need to talk to you."

"Oh," she said, her smile faltering at the serious look on his face. "Let me see if I can take a break."

She disappeared into the back and Draco looked around the shoppe in an attempt to ease his nerves.

"Okay, I can take fifteen minutes. Is that enough?" she asked after she'd re-emerged.

He nodded and Pansy took off her apron.

"Let's go somewhere…quiet," said Draco, opening the door.

"Um, okay, there's a café down the street that's pretty quiet at this hour."

"Good."

They walked in silence, Draco trying to decide exactly whathe would say and howhe would accomplish his aim. Pansy felt increasingly anxious as they walked.

When they'd been seated at a back table, Pansy finally broke the silence. "Draco, what's going on? You're kind of scaring me."

"I know, I'm sorry."

After he didn't speak further, Pansy said, "So… you wanted to talk to me, remember?"

"Yes. Just—I'm trying to think how best to say what I have to say."

She gave him a small smile. "Just…say it, Draco."

He nodded and looked at her unwaveringly. "I'm in love with someone."

Pansy blinked and stared at him. Her heart started pounding and her first reaction was to panic. She started to speak, but Draco kept looking directly into her eyes. His steady gaze helped her to calm down; they weren't Harry's eyes, full of love reserved for her

She nodded slowly. "Okay. That…I…okay." After a moment she smiled. "I'm okay."

Draco swallowed hard.

"There's more?"

"Yeah. She…she's a friend of yours."

Pansy's smile thinned slightly. "Hermione warned me that might happen. Is it Karen?"

"What? Oh, no," he replied. "Look, Pansy. This is going to come as quite a shock, but there's nothing for it. I'm in love with her and I want to be with her."

"What's stopping you?" she asked, feeling only the dull echo of a distant pain.

"All I ask is that you hear me out and consider what I'm telling you."

Pansy nodded. "Of course."

"It's Hermione."

Pansy blinked and felt her stomach hitch into her throat. She waited for him to smile, to laugh, to—to make some indication he'd misspoke. Or perhaps, she'd misheard.

"What?"

"Pansy…"

"Are you serious?"

He nodded.

"Hermione."

He nodded again.

Pansy could barely think for the rushing sound in her ears. It just didn't make sense! "How can it possibly be her? When did this happen, I don't understand!"

"This is where you're going to have to let me explain."

"Wait…she's been seeingyou?"

"No, Pansy. Not at all."

"Yet you're in love with her," she said, folding her arms.

"Just – let me speak. I'll do my best to answer your questions."

She huffed and raised an eyebrow. "Fine."

"I'm sure you remember the night I came to her flat, nearly seven months ago, after you'd written me."

Pansy nodded.

"She and I spoke in the hallway. At the end of our conversation, I asked her to write to me, regularly, to keep me informed about your progress, and how you were doing. She eventually agreed, with the stipulation that I wasn't allowed to write her back except in extreme emergency. And even then, I had to communicate using the method of the Order during the war."

Pansy nodded again. "She's been writing to you."

"Yes. At first, she did just as I'd asked—wrote about you. She told me, in great detail, how you were. Her letters came at least once a week, sometimes twice, if something especially good or bad happened. About a month later, something good happened for her unrelated to you, and she included it in her letter for the week. After that, she started writing about herself more and more, telling me what was going on in her life, as well as yours.

"But it wasn't just that—she'd tell me her thoughts and opinions on topics that were usually hotly debated. She'd ask me difficult questions that really made me think, and she'd give her answers. In short, I really got to know her through her letters. And it wasn't long before I developed feelings for her."

"From her letters."

"Yeah."

"Interesting," said Pansy. "Though I have a feeling there's more to this story."

"Yes. You two had that party—the first one you threw. I sent her a message the next morning asking her to meet me down the street at a café. She came, thinking that despite my assurance in the message, something was wrong. I…asked her to dinner."

Pansy raised an eyebrow. "Dinner."

"Yes. As a friend, as a way for me to say thank you for everything she'd done for you, and would continue to do for you."

"But you liked her."

"I did."

"Did she like you?"

"I'm sure she didn't. After all, I hadn't seen her since that night at her flat, and I hadn't communicated with her in any way. I truly don't think it possible she had feelings for me."

"But she said yes."

"After considerable convincing on my part, yes. She agreed."

Pansy's eyes narrowed. "That was the date she went on, right?"

"Yes."

"Why did she call it a date, then?"

"So you wouldn't suspect it was me she was meeting."

"Ooh, bet that hurt," said Pansy maliciously.

He chuckled. "Well, I understood."

"And at dinner?"

"My feelings were confirmed, solidified, and after that night they only grew. She continued writing me, though for a while, she was somewhat withdrawn, returning to writing only about you."

"And…you're in love with her."

Draco sighed. "Yes, Pansy."

"Do continue, Draco. I'm on the edge of my seat."

He refrained from snapping at her, but only just barely. "The next time I saw her was at the ball put on by the Ministry. I spoke to her and asked her to please resume writing to me the way she had before we had dinner. She agreed. Then I asked her to dance."

"I remember you dancing with her. It upset me quite a bit, as I recall. Not just the dancing, but the way you two were so…easy together. You moved so fluidly and occasionally, you would look at her in a way that didn't make sense to me. Considering that you two didn't even like each other."

"Yes, well. Obviously, I liked her."

"Did she know about your feelings?"

Draco chuckled. "I think it's safe to say she did. Though I hadn't verbalized them."

"You asked her to dance?"

"Yes. As a thank-you dance." As he said it, Draco realized how ridiculous it really sounded.

Pansy agreed. "Thank-you dance, thank-you dinner—what's next, a thank-you shag?"

"Pansy!" he cried.

"What do you expect, Draco? I was very upset with her for dancing with you because I saw, and something inside me knew, deep down, that something was going on. And then I forgave her soeasily because…she said she'd never do anything like that to me."

"Pansy, she didn't. I swear to you. She's completely blameless here."

"She lied! She said she was going on a date, and she went to dinner with you."

"Yes, fine, she lied the one time."

"If she'd simply said—"

"What? What could she have said? 'I'm having dinner with someone, I can't tell you who'? What would you have thought of that?"

"I understand, Draco, that she did what she thought she had to do."

"And if she'd said, 'I'm going to dinner with Draco', you would have…"

"Freaked out, yes. But…it would have been honest."

"And she never would have come. I can't tell you exactly why she did it, I don't know. But you were ever foremost in her thoughts. So yes, she lied to you then."

"She didn't tell me she was writing to you."

"She didn't have to. I'm sure your counsellor would have agreed on that point. I had asked her to do it, as a favour to me. She had no idea what would happen as a result."

"That you would fall for her."

"Exactly."

"Continue, please," Pansy said angrily.

"After the ball, I saw her at the second party you two threw at her flat. I barely spoke three words to her."

Pansy smirked. "She was quite chummy with Blaise, as I recall."

"Was she? I didn't notice," he said, annoyed.

"You know I can tell when you lie, Draco."

He ignored her comment and continued. "After the party, I saw her on her birthday."

"Excuse me?" Pansy said, now indignant. She thought back—Hermione had gone to Flourish and Blotts that night. A stack of books had surrounded her when Pansy had returned home.

"She'd written to me about the book sale a month before, saying she hoped to find a specific book that night. So, knowing she would be there, I went. She had no idea, Pansy, I swear it. She was very surprised to see me."

"You don't think she told you about the sale so you'd go see her?"

"No, I don't. She stayed at the shop for an hour and we talked. With a whole crowd of people all around us. And she stayed an hour. An hour."

Pansy narrowed her eyes. "And you're in love with her."

"Yes."

"From her letters, essentially, is what this boils down to."

"Yes, to put it simplistically."

"They must have been some letters."

"They were. She didn't just give me a run-down of what she did every day. She showed me her soul, her fire,in those letters. She opened up to me as though I were a close friend, and not the guy who'd been mean to her in school. Not the guy who'd turned to the Light and sulked in the corner while everyone else planned the next move. I—I can't tell you how much reading those letters was like looking into her very being. She took my breath away with each one."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Pansy whispered, tears pricking her eyes.

He paused before answering. "There is no way on earth she would consider seeing me without your okay."

"Funny, she's already seen you."

Draco sighed. "I understand your natural inclination is to blame her, to think badly of her. But she's completely innocent in this whole thing."

"Have you two kissed?" Pansy asked.

"No, we haven't. Though not for lack of wanting, mind you. But because she refused."

"She wouldn't let you kiss her?" Pansy said, amused that Draco had been told no for once in his life.

"No."

"That means, however, that you asked to kiss her."

"Yes, more or less."

Pansy bit her lip. "Does she love you?"

"I…highly doubt it. From her side, we've had dinner, a dance, and a few conversations. I've had months of her letters. All I'm asking is…I just…I want you to say it's okay with you for us to see each other. I know you've been through a whole lot. You've passed every single one of her hurdles, with flying colours, and you're with Potter. I don't really care if you're okay with it or not. I don't say that to be hurtful, but it's true. I'm crazy about her and I want a chance with her. But she would never say yes to me until she knows it's okay with you, that you'll be alright with it."

Pansy fidgeted with her napkin, but said nothing.

"Just please, promise me you'll think about it. That you'll really think about it, and that you'll be fair when you do."

"Does she want to go out with you? Does she want me to say it's okay?"

"She said she would be with me if there were nothing standing in the way. She also told me to wait three months, and if nothing had changed, she'd make a decision."

"Three months? When did she tell you that? Has that time passed?" Pansy asked.

"Not exactly, no. It's been twenty days. I couldn't bear the thought of being around her like I was the other night for games for another two and a half months. It was…difficult."

"You waited twenty days. Of the three months she asked for."

"Yes. There was one other time I saw her that you don't already know about. I'm not sure if you noticed, but the night we all went to the theatre, she became very upset. It was during the after party. I saw her in the hallway, sobbing." He clenched his jaw. "Blaise was there for her, and—besides nearly killing me—I had to know what it was about, I couldn't just… not know. So I went to her flat the following Tuesday, after you'd gone for work. She wouldn't even let me inside in the door. We went up on the roof and talked.

"Please. If you want to be upset, be upset with me. I'm the one who fell for her. I—I just want the chance to be with her. But I need you to say it's okay. Because she'll never even consider it without your approval. Three months…twenty days…a year. My feelings aren't going to change."

"Because you're in love with her," Pansy said bitterly.

"Are you in love with Potter?" Draco asked.

"Yes."

"Then you know what it's like."

Pansy sighed. "I know what it's like to feel as though someone completely understands me, and to have someone with whom I can share everything, not just my thoughts and opinions, but my ideas and hopes and everyday experiences…" She looked at Draco. "Okay, I'll think about it."

"You can't let her know you've talked to me."

"Why not?"

"I told her I would give her three months, remember? I, however, think you're ready for this."

"What can I do to convince you she isn't at fault?"

"I don't know…she said yes to dinner, yes to a dance, yes to spending an hour with you in the bookshop…sounds as though she played her own part."

"It was an hour, Pansy. In seven months! The total amount of time I've been alone with her in these seven months is…" He chuckled. "Probably around seven hours. At the most. That's not a very long time."

"And yet, you've managed to fall in love with her."

"Pansy…she has done everything for you. She would probably go the rest of her life not seeing me, not talking to me…she'd forget I ever existed if she thought it would be good for you."

"I said I'd think about it," Pansy replied tersely.

"Thank you."

"I have to go back to work."

"Pansy, don't be angry."

"I'm going back, Draco. Excuse me."

Pansy left in a huff, shoving her chair under the table so hard it hit Draco's knee. He winced but said nothing and Pansy was gone before the pain subsided.

He sighed and mussed his hair. It could have been much worse. Pansy didn't scream, yell, or threaten to hex him. Those were the good points. On the negative side, Pansy had assumed the worst of Hermione—and he didn't think she believed him when he told her she hadn't done anything wrong—and she hadn't given him an answer to his query.

Now all that he could do was wait.

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Pansy went back to the shop unsure what she should feel. On one hand, it felt really, really good to know that she didn't fall to pieces when Draco had told her he was in love with someone. On the other hand, that someonehad turned out to be Hermione.

Pansy didn't know what to think about her "friend." It was very hard for her to imagine Hermione sneaking around behind her back, meeting up with Draco, especially when Hermione knew all of the history between them. But then…was it possible for Draco to have truly fallen in lovewith her the way he'd described?

She had plans with Harry that Friday and was so busy with work that she barely spoke to Hermione leading up to her date. Hermione asked about the date, but Pansy told her there was nothing special about it.

Pansy watched Hermione all week for signs of what Draco had told her. Would it be obvious? Would Draco's presence in Hermione's life be apparent, now that Pansy knew there was something to look for?

All she could discern was that Hermione seemed happy at odd times—though after asking Harry, she learned that was nothing new. Hermione would also get sad for no obvious reason, and Pansy wondered if it was because of Draco, if she wanted to be with him but couldn't.

Hermione was on the sofa when Pansy emerged from her room, ready to go out with Harry.

She smiled. "Have fun, Pansy!"

"Thanks," she mumbled, digging through her purse. Then she looked up suddenly. "What are your plans for this evening?"

"Oh, reading, as usual," replied Hermione pleasantly. "Probably order take-away—I've been wanting to try that new place a few streets over. Might cap the evening with a movie. What are you and Harry doing?"

"I'm not sure, actually. He's got something planned."

Hermione grinned. "Hmm. Well, should be nice, if Harry's gone to the effort to plan an entire evening."

"Yeah…" said Pansy distractedly, thinking she caught a knowing twinkle in Hermione's eye.

The bell rang then, and Harry walked in. He greeted Hermione excitedly, and hurried Pansy out the door.

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Pansy was distracted all through dinner. She had avoided thinking about Draco's request all week, hoping to learn something from Hermione's behaviour. Now, she couldn't pay attention to what Harry was saying because she could think of nothing but Draco's request.

"I was thinking three months in Siberia." Harry chuckled to himself when Pansy merely nodded, her eyes vacant. "Pansy?"

"Hmm? What?"

"What do you say?"

"Sounds great," she said, her best, most encouraging smile on her face.

"Really?"

Pansy's smile faltered. "What did I just agree to?"

"Three months in the frozen tundras of Russia."

"Oh … I'm sorry."

"Where are you tonight?"

Pansy sighed. "Did you … have you … what do you think of Draco?"

Harry's features darkened slightly. "What do you mean?"

Pansy shook her head. "No, no, not me. I mean … have you seen anything? Anything suspicious …?" She trailed off, realizing how silly she sounded.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Draco. And … Hermione."

Harry frowned, thinking back. He remembered the two dancing at the ball a few months earlier, and they spoke briefly at Pansy's party … "I don't recall anything of interest."

"He's in love with her."

Harry's jaw dropped and he remained on the edge of disbelief while Pansy told him about Draco coming to her.

"Has Hermione said anything?"

"Pansy, I haven't heard a wordabout this. I—I can't believe it! He said he was in lovewith her? How is that possible?"

"I just toldyou what he said," Pansy replied. "Though her letters. Do you believe him? Is something like that possible?"

Harry considered everything he'd learned in the space of a very few minutes. "I…Hermione is a special woman, and she does tend to go on a bit when she writes…and, much as I hate to say it aloud, Malfoy is a smart bloke…" He looked at Pansy and shrugged. "I guess I believe him."

"Does Hermione love him?" Harry asked after a moment.

"He said he didn't think so, that he couldn't see how she would, given their sparse and brief interaction over the last seven months."

"Huh. I…wow."

They sat quietly. Harry tried to absorb everything and Pansy considered the new information. Harry didn't know, which meant that Hermione had likely not told anyone about her letters to Draco. Matilda Maphet knew, however; she had encouraged Hermione to keep Draco informed.

"What do you think of the news?" Harry asked quietly.

"It's very surprising, to say the least," Pansy replied. "I'm … not as bothered as I would have thought I'd be. My initial reaction was to blow up, get angry, and upset, but that hasn't happened."

Harry nodded and took a sip of wine. "I think Malfoy's a decent bloke, as I said. He seemed genuinely engaged when I saw him at the party, and he obviously cares a lot about you. I imagine he would treat Hermione just as well, which is a must in my mind."

"Yeah …" Pansy said, distracted again. "So should I say yes? That I'm okay with them being together? What if it's too hard, what if she talks about him a lot, or tells me … more than I want to know?"

"It's Hermione. I'm sure she'll be sensitive and not flaunt her relationship in your face. Just remember that everything she's done has been for you. She's been there for you, she always has been, and she always will be."

"I'm worried I won't be able to handle it. Although, Draco said he thinks I can."

"See? I agree with him—he must be smart!" Harry grinned.

Pansy could only manage a weak smile. She stopped pushing her food around on her plate and placed her napkin on the table. "I'm sorry, Harry, but I'm exhausted. Work this week has been … outrageous. Would you mind if we ended our evening early?"

"No, not at all," Harry replied crisply, and called for the check.

As they waited in silence for the bill, Pansy got the impression that Harry had been upset by her request to go home. It occurred to her then that he had planned an evening for them that probably extended beyond dinner. She wondered what he would have to cancel or reschedule and was about to rescind her request when the waiter returned with Harry's change.

Harry thanked him, and ushered Pansy from the restaurant with barely a word spoken. He dropped Pansy off and kissed her chastely, adding to Pansy's concern over the way the evening was ending. She asked Harry what was wrong and he dismissed her question without a thought, then gave a curt nod and left.

Pansy dazedly entered the flat in the middle of the movie Hermione had put on and Pansy chuckled. Hermione was exactly where she said she'd be, on the sofa, wrapped in blankets, books and junk food spread around her.

She looked up when Pansy entered the room and smiled. "Hey, how was your evening?"

"Fine," said Pansy listlessly. "It was fine."

"Just fine? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired."

"Okay."

"I'm just going to go to bed."

"Okay," said Hermione, surprised. "Night, then."

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The next few days continued as they had. Pansy still watched Hermione, thinking that after her conversation with Harry, something would stand out, or perhaps Harry would talk to Hermione and she would give some sign …

In addition, Harry was acting distant, and nothing Pansy did would get him to open up about why. He admitted to his actions, but refused to elaborate. With her frustration building, Pansy did the only thing she could think to do: invited Harry, Ron, Suzette and Draco over for games.

Ron and Suzette arrived first, smiling and greeting Pansy and Hermione warmly. Harry arrived next, welcoming Pansy with a warm yet somewhat aloof hug. Pansy was shocked, but didn't have time to ask him about it because Draco knocked on the door. She rushed to answer it.

"Pansy," he said, ice in his tone, when she opened the door.

"Draco," she replied, shutting the door behind him. "Thank you for coming."

All he could do was give her a look that said he didn't want to be there.

"Did you expect an answer already?" Pansy whispered.

"After a week?" he said sarcastically, carelessly tossing his jacket at her. "What could I have been thinking?" Without waiting for a response, he left the foyer and joined the others in the living room.

The entire evening was disastrous, at least to Pansy.

She and Harry only talked because they weren't officially not talking, and because no one else knew they weren't talking, and they couldn't discuss the reason for their unofficial silence. It was stilted conversation, awkward; Pansy hoped no one noticed.

Draco felt completely out of sorts. He was cross with Pansy for her lack of response to his request, and he couldn't talk to Hermione. He noticed that Harry and Pansy weren't their usually easy selves, and reckoned that Pansy had told Harry. That served only to annoy him further.

Harry was constantly watching the interaction between Pansy and Draco, looking for any signs—of what, he didn't know. Most interesting to him, however, was the way Draco interacted with Hermione. He would never have guessed that Malfoy could be in love with her. Though they worked well together on their team, he seemed to barely notice her.

Only Ron, Suzette, and Hermione were completely at ease. The fact that Hermione was so seemingly happy and light greatly confused Pansy. Draco had acted as though his world would end if he weren't given the go ahead to be with Hermione, but it seemed as though she had no reservations about being so near him. As though it didn't matter one way or the other.

Harry wasn't sure he appreciated the way Malfoy was acting toward Hermione. If he truly loved her, it should be visible, even though he was trying to hide it. Then, near the end of the game—and he would have missed it if he hadn't been watching them so keenly—Hermione whispered something to Draco about their turn. He chuckled, nodded, and then his gaze flicked to her mouth for an instant before turning back to the others.

Harry's jaw dropped but he quickly recovered. It had been small, miniscule, barely there, but nevertheless, there.

Ron and Suzette won. Then Pansy retrieved a cake she'd made for the evening from the kitchen and handed around drinks.

Conversation was slow—Ron and Hermione talked most. Finally, Draco left, claiming he had to work early the next morning.

Pansy saw him to the door and Harry quickly got up and followed them.

Hermione looked at Ron, eyes wide, and said, "What was that?"

"I know!" he said, grinning. "The tension…I thought I might drownin it! Any ideas?"

"None!" said Hermione, a trickle of worry starting to manifest in her mind.

"Well, I'm glad that's over. I say we leave Malfoy out from now on."

Hermione smiled. "That's up to Pansy, you know that."

"What's up to me?" said Pansy, returning with Harry.

"If we can kick Malfoy out of our game nights," said Ron. "Blaise was much more fun, really. Malfoy just…I don't know, he's all right, I guess, but he can be a little cloud of doom and gloom, too."

"He had other things on his mind," said Pansy defensively.

Harry put his arm around Pansy. "I have to get going," he said to her. "But I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Pansy nodded and they again went to the door.

Suzette quirked an eyebrow. "Something happened there, no?"

"Looks like it," said Hermione. She shrugged. "As long as they've worked it out, I'm not worried."

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"I take it you still haven't worked things out with Malfoy and Hermione," said Harry, stretching out on the blanket he'd spread over the grass, tucking an arm under his head.

"No, I haven't," Pansy replied with a sigh. She was sitting near Harry's head.

"Do you still plan on telling her yes?"

"Yes…"

"What's keeping you? Malfoy seemed awfully upset with you last night."

"So did you!" Pansy exclaimed. "What's going on, Harry? Today you're acting as if nothing … odd had happened the other night at dinner, while I've been feeling just horrible ever since! I'm sorry I ended early, I was just—"

"Thinking about Malfoy."

"No!" she said firmly. "I was still so uncertain about Hermione and him."

"Do you accept that he's in love with her? I saw it, you know."

Pansy glanced at him, her eyes curious.

"Barely; I really had to watch. But I did."

"Yes. I accept that he's in love with her."

"You do? Really?"

She pulled a blade of grass out of the ground and started tying it in a knot. "Last night…he was so…upset with me. It was awful. The most confusing part was that Hermione seemed completely oblivious! As though she doesn't even know how he feels about her."

"Maybe she doesn't. Don't you think she deserves to know?"

Pansy sighed. "Yes, I do."

"Are you going to give your official clearance?"

"Yes…I am. I spent the morning by myself, thinking. I could still come up with a dozen reasons to tell Draco no, but none of them were any good, really. Even after going through each one and dismissing them all…I still just had to let go. And I did. He deserves to be happy, and it seems as though he and Hermione have got it in their heads that I hold a piece of that."

"You sound pretty sure," said Harry.

Pansy smiled at him and leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips. When they parted, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I am where I want to be."

Harry sat up. "You're going to let Hermione see him. Go out with him. Kiss him. Fall in love with him."

"Yes," she said.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"Yeah?"

Pansy nodded.

"Then…there's something I want to ask you."

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A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Just one chapter left!