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"Follow me."

Ginny quietly followed the older girl. Why do things have to be so complicated? All I wanted was not to be killed by angry werewolves, not to be with Harry, and to get a good nights rest; is that really too much to ask?

"You can stay in the extra prefect's dorm, okay?"

"Thanks, Pansy." Ginny said wearily.

Pansy eyed her sympathetically, "I'll ask Dobby to bring you some food in a couple of hours."

"Thanks." She opened the door. The grand black and green bed looked like heaven to her. Pansy closed the door as the Gryffindor collapsed on the bed.

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It was one in the afternoon, and everyone's favorite potions professor was looking across the great hall for his most trusted students, Malfoy, Parkinson, and Zabini. Where are they? I swear, if they've tricked the second year Hufflepuffs into wearing underwear on their heads to ward of Dementors again…

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Pansy entered Ginny's room to find the Gryff still sound asleep. Laying the clothes she brought with her on the nearest chair, she proceeded to nudge the other girl. "Wake up."

Ginny opened her eyes slowly' "I don't want to."

"Too bad. I brought you some of my old clothes to wear."

"Thanks." Ginny sat up.

"That bag didn't look like it held much, so I thought you could use it." She grabbed the black tank and dark green skirt. "It should look good with your hair." She turned so Ginny could get dressed.

Ginny eyed herself in the full length mirror. The black tank top had a single silver dragon that wrapped up one side. Did that thing just move? She turned to question Pansy.

"Yes, it moves. Madame Malkin made it for me several years ago, but I've outgrown my fascination with dragons. You can keep the outfit."

"Thank you so much." I've got the perfect shoes for this. She grabbed her wand from the bedside table. "Accio boots."

A few moments later a pair of black dragon hide boots flew into the room. "You have good taste for a Gryffindor. What is that, a Hebridean Black?"

"No, it's a Romanian Longhorn."

"In black? That's pretty rare."

"I know; my brother Charlie works with dragons. He sent them to me."

"Spiffy." Pansy sat on the bed while Ginny sat in a chair strapping up her knee high boots. "I'll fix your hair for you if you sit in front of me." Ginny sat on the bed with her back to Pansy. Pansy began running her fingers through Ginny's fiery red hair. "Listen, I know you wouldn't want me to know, but Blaise has already told me a lot, so you might as well tell me the rest."

"What?"

"About the werewolves and Potter and everything."

"Oh." Should I? I mean, she's not too bad for a Slytherin. Ginny decided to tell Pansy everything she had told Blaise and Malfoy.