Draco and Tru came through the portrait hole, whooping in triumph, Harry and the rest of the quidditch team behind them holding the Quidditch House Cup above their heads. All of Gryffindor house was in a rucuss that night, celebrating Slytherin's defeat and Gryffindor's third ever championship. The party continued on for hours and hours.

Sweets and all kinds of food were passed around the entire common room. Songs were sung and games were played. Hours and hours went by with celebration when finally at three a. m. no one but Draco, Tru, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were left, still laughing and celebrating the defeat of Slytherin. The desire to be silent just because others were sleeping diminished with the hours of the night. The laughter of the five friends echoed even years after that night.

Eventually, Ron, Hermione, and Harry couldn't avoid the sandman's tempting request to lay upon a soft pillow and blissfully dream of wonderful things. So Draco and Tru were sitting in front of the fire, playing a rousing game of wizard chess.

"HA! Checkmate, Draco! Relinquish your king or else!" Tru cried out in triumph. She laughed and moved her piece to take the king. Draco fake pouted and they laughed hysterically for a moment. When their laughter subsided, Draco stared at Tru, she was staring into the fire, smiling. "It's been a great day today." she said silently. "And a great night." Draco said, entranced by the girl beside him. Tru looked at him. "Yah." she smiled and Draco snapped out of his hypnotic state.

Draco rubbed the back of his neck and looked into the fire. The words hidden deep in his throat were urging themselves to come out. He couldn't find the right way to say them. Tru was looking back into the fire. Draco opened his mouth to say something, closed it, opened it again. And then Tru looked at him. "Well Draco, I think I'm going to go ahead and go to bed."

Dammit...great timing Draco, PERFECT. "All right Tru...good night." Draco forced a smile onto his lips and Tru got up to leave to the dorm. She had just stepped up onto a stair when Draco stood "Tru..." that's it Draco, don't back down, just tell her straight out..I LOVE YOU..yah that sounds good.

"Yes Draco?" Tru stopped. Her heart was beating...could it be?

"I...um..." that's it...come on you can do it. just say it!

"Yah?"

"I...hope you have a good night..." you sorry coward.

Tru sighed. I should have known better...I'm a stupid girl...STUPID STUPID STUPID. "Thank you Draco..You too." Tru smiled, Draco smiled back, and Tru went up to the Dorms. Once Draco heard the door slam, Draco smacked his forehead. "Hope you have a good NIGHT!" He hissed at himself under his breath. He paced the common room for another moment before he himself went to bed. Disappointed and angry with his cowardice, but anticipating a new plan on just HOW to tell her...how much he loved her.

Pansy Parkinson had discovered Draco's precious feelings for the damn Lupin girl. Her hatred that already bubbled extraordinarily hot for the girl sizzled hotter every second she thought about it. Many nights she had wished that Draco was only bluffing all of it, that he was really plotting some scheme to perhaps turn those pieces of filth over to the Dark Lord. But apparently, it was all real. And this just made things worse for her in her eyes.

For many nights she had been plotting revenge on the girl for stealing her Draco away, she stayed awake many a night writing down as many ideas as possible. But nothing came up. Not until this night...

Pansy had been walking alone when she heard Professor Lupin talking to Miss McGonnagall. She was right behind them and she didn't know whether they were aware or not. Their conversation rang in her ears even hours after it was in earshot of her.

"So is it a full moon again tonight?"

"I'm afraid so, Tru is getting a hang of it though. She takes her potion every month like she's supposed to and meets me in the forest at midnight."

"It must be so hard for her."

"Well being a werewolf is never easy..."

These were the only words Pansy needed for her plan. She held the parchment she'd written it on like a newborn child in her arms. She rocked back and forth by the window, plotting in her mind and humming maniacally. Watching outside the window as a werewolf ran across the courtyard.

"I'll get you, I swear I will." she whispered and then she laughed. And her laughter rang out in the halls, all through the castle, and piercing fear into the hearts of those who heard it.