9; 5:50 p.m.
Pansy Parkinson isn't stupid, you know. She sees what's going on; she just keeps quiet about it, because she knows that, in the long run, her opinions don't matter. But she sees – sees Draco and that little Weasley girl together, even if they don't know it. Of course they don't know it; they think they're being so sly and so secretive. But even if only one person knows, it's still one person too many. Pansy knows that she could blow the roof off the school with the information she's seen…but she won't tell. She'll never tell. It would only make things more final.
And when Draco tells her that he loves her, Pansy knows that he's lying – but she doesn't say a word; she'll never say a word. Never. And when Draco tells her that he loves her, Pansy replies that she loves him too, and smiles (rose-red lipstick and eyes so dead and does he know, she wonders?), and walks away.
Nothing will ever be the same again.