A/N: Well, looks like I did leave enough clues. I'm still not adding it to the pairing though… Congrats to Intuerimors and PassionPolice237 for figuring it out.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Okay, so here's Chapter 3… and, unfortunately, I'm still not telling. *backs away from the many glares received* Harry/?, Ron/Padma, Hermione/Draco, and Ginny/Neville. Oh, but I might reveal something/someone else in this chapter…

*receives more glares, and one idiot tries to perform the Imperius on her while another slips Veritaserum into her drink*

*rolls eyes as she quickly deflects the curse and throws the drink in the fire* Oh, fine. I'll include it next chapter. (I've got a pretty high opinion of myself, don't I?)

Disclaimer: Nothing in here is mine except the plot. You're just going to have to accept that.

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Harry lay in his bed early the next morning, staring at nothing. He'd returned to Gryffindor Tower after she had left, wishing he knew who she was. For all he knew, she could be sleeping in the girl's dormitory… But something made him think that she wasn't a Gryffindor. He wasn't sure why. Intuition, he supposed. He snorted. He'd been basing a lot on intuition lately. But then again, he'd always based everything on intuition.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. He wasn't even over Hermione yet! Hell, he'd barely even started trying to get over her. But he had to admit that what had happened the night before had helped him a lot. It had reminded him that there were other girls besides Hermione. And maybe it hadn't been the best way, but it had happened and, as much as he didn't want to admit it … he didn't regret it.

Harry sighed again, finally letting a thought surface. He'd been trying to keep it down. The girl was a slut. Truthfully, it made sense. After all, she'd only promised him a one-night-stand. Wasn't that what sluts did? But he hesitated at calling her a slut, because even though she'd done what she had, there was something about her, something that said she was … true, brave, loving, caring, and all around a good person. And the definition of slut that he knew of did not have those words in it.

In fact, she was the farthest thing from a slut, in his mind. And although he didn't entirely understand why, he knew that he believed it.

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Harry groaned as he sat down in the Transfiguration classroom. They shared this class with the Slytherins, who had been almost more hostile to the Gryffindors than ever, once Draco and Hermione had started dating. And today McGonagall would be pairing them with a partner to work with on their end-of-year project. Although he knew that McGonagall would rather keep the Gryffindors with Gryffindors and the Slytherins with Slytherins, Dumbledore had been working on inter-house relations this year, so McGonagall would most likely pair the Gryffindors with Slytherins and vice versa.

If he could be paired with anyone from Slytherin, he hoped it would be Draco, if only because he was less hostile than any of the others. But alas, his hopes were not to be…

"Alright," Professor McGonagall began. "I have tried to pair you together with those of the same Transfiguration abilities as yourself… Oh, and you shall sit with your partner for the rest of the year. Miss Bulstrode and Mister Weasley, Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger, Mister Goyle and Miss Brown, Mister Crabbe and Miss Patil, Miss Parkinson and Mister Potter..."

Pansy Parkinson?! He had to work with her? She was a sl—Harry almost blanched at what he had been about to say. Truthfully, he knew he'd have trouble calling anyone a slut anymore, since that was what most people would call that girl. It was extremely annoying not being able to call her by a name. He sighed inwardly, sneaking a glance at the Slytherin. She was looking down at her notes with a blank expression upon her face. He wondered what she was thinking…

Ugh! Snap out of it, Potter! What's gotten into you? You were wondering what Pansy Parkinson was thinking? That can't be good…

He groaned, not loud enough for anyone else to hear, but loud enough that he felt better. What had happened to him?

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Pansy had almost visibly paled when she heard that she had to do the Transfiguration project with Harry. Oh, Gods, why me? her mind screamed. She still couldn't believe she'd acquiesced to telling him who she was. At least she had until the Graduation Ball, and hopefully she wouldn't have to see him again after that. As much as she wished there was a future for her infatuation, she knew that he'd never be able to see her in the same light as she saw him.

She sighed as she stood, gathering her things and preparing to walk to where Harry was sitting. Setting her books down, she snuck a quick glance at him. He seemed to be doing his best to ignore her, though she knew he wouldn't be able to for long, as McGonagall would pounce on them – almost literally, Pansy chuckled to herself – when she saw their lack of communication.

She cleared her throat, hoping that her mask stayed in place. She almost scowled at herself. It always stayed in place. No one had ever been able to read her true emotions. As much as they thought she was just a brainless twit, she was so much more than that. She prided herself on the fact that none of them suspected a thing. Not Harry, nor Draco, or any other Slytherins. She was so much more brilliant than they knew. If any of them bothered to look at the charts, they would know that she was fourth in her year, only behind Hermione, Draco, and some Ravenclaw girl, respectively.

Truthfully, she knew that she barely beat Potter in many of their classes, and he had some head on her in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was actually quite excited to be working with him one this project, although she knew it would be difficult being so close to him, and yet not being able to touch him, nor even have him speak to her civilly.

Harry cleared his throat and shot her a look before saying, quietly, "So…"

She sighed, looking at him. "I would like to ask for a truce. I want to do well on this project, but that won't happen if we're trying to kill each other," she said the last bit sarcastically, and added a scowl on the end for good emphasis.

Harry's eyes widened in what she knew to be shock. He obviously had not expected that from her, and she laughed inwardly. "Er… of course," he replied, flustered, and held out his hand.

Pansy eyed it for a second before holding out her own, and they shook on it. But as soon as their fingers touched, she felt the same electricity that she had the night before. She hadn't admitted – nor even really noticed – it, but it had been there all the same. And if she wasn't mistaken, he had noticed it too, as his eyes had widened, then narrowed, contemplating her.

She knew curiosity when she saw it, but luckily, it was something she was completely prepared to fend off.

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A/N: Pairing Crabbe and Goyle with Parvati and Lavender, respectively, was not an insult to the girls' brains, but rather a thought that maybe Crabbe and Goyle aren't as stupid as they seem.

And here are the individual replies to your reviews (this is the first time I've ever done them!)…

Caffine: I didn't get the thing about the Chinese characters, but thanks for liking the story!

Intuerimors: And you are correct! As you've probably figured out from this chapter, lol.

PassionPolice237: Congrats on figuring it out… I honestly hadn't thought I left enough clues. But then again, I sometimes think I have to shout it from the rooftops for people to notice something. I had planned on leaving her identity 'unknown,' but realized that I couldn't. Sadly.

Kiely34: Thanks for liking and for reading!