Hey. Here's chapter eight. I hope everyone likes this new chapter. The song is owned by Shinedown. I recently discovered that band and I love um. I definitely recommend the to rock fans… especially fans of Seether. They have a similar sound. Anyways, enough praise over Shinedown. On with the fic.

'Have you ever

Stepped out of the light

And realized

There's a stranger

Inside…'

-Shinedown-

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE TALK

It was the morning after Hogsmead. Pansy had the time of her life. There was so much to do. She had walked around with Hermione, Harry, and Ron for some of the time. Then Ginny and Dean found her, and then she walked around with them for the rest of the time. She never realized a place with such a weird name could be so much fun.

Now, it was Sunday… the day after… and this day wasn't going to be much fun at all. She meant to do what she said. She was going to sit Draco down and have a long talk with him. She considered him a friend, even if she didn't belong in this world. She would do the same thing to her friend Bev if she thought she was doing something dangerous.

Pansy had made sure she got up early… six A.M. early. She wanted to be sitting in the common room when he came down to go get breakfast, that way she would catch him before he sent a messenger to tell her he wouldn't be seeing her that day.

They were due to meet Hermione anyway today, for magic lessons, but she was sure he'd come up with a reason to ditch that. All for the sake of doing something for a him she knew nothing about.

"Pansy?" she heard a confused voice behind her, "What are you doing up so early?"

She turned to see Draco, "Waiting for you. I wanted to get up before you did, so I can catch before you go. That way, one of your messengers won't have to tell me you won't be joining Hermione and me for wand practice. I thought we were friends."

He sighed, "We are friends… I thought we were more," he grinned.

"Don't butter me up. I'm aggravated, scared, confused, hurt…"

"That's a lot of things to be. You'll get your memory back. Don't worry…"

"I'm not worried about me!" she shouted, startling him, "I'm worried about you! Where are you going in secrecy? Why won't you tell me? You aren't doing anything for that Professor Snape! I know you aren't! So, what is it? Who is he, and why wouldn't he want you if you're a blood traitor?"

Draco looked surprised, "I don't know who you're talking about," he lied.

"You damn well do!" she stood, "You know exactly who I'm talking about!"

"Who put all of these things in your head? Goyle… sorry, first names, right? Gregory told me that Blaize was bothering you yesterday. Did he tell you something? What ever it was, forget about it."

"You're patronizing me."

"I am not!"

"Do you not care what I think! Do you not care that I'm scared for your safety!"

"Pansy…"

"Because I am! I'm scared something bad is going to happen to you! It scares me even more that you won't tell me what's going on!"

"Pansy…"

"I mean… you tell me to forget it… I don't want to forget anything else!"

"Pansy, I've been working for Voldemort!" he blurted out.

He thought it would make him feel better, but the confusion on her pretty face made him feel worse. She had no idea who Voldemort was. He breathed in deeply and in came out in a tired sigh. "Voldemort is the wizard that killed your new friend Harry Potter's parents. He tried to kill Harry, but failed. Sit down. You're going to need to. I don't know that I have the strength to catch you if you should faint."

He wasn't joking… she could tell that right away… so she sat down on the couch. He sat down beside her. "This man killed people? You're working for a murderer?"

"My parents are too. In fact, their lives have been threatened as well as my own, if I don't carry out this task that he's given me. I love you, Pansy, I guess you know that. Something about you these past days has made me fall for you even more. I can't explain it. You're so different, but I love it. I loved you the other way, but…" he gave another sigh, "I was so happy you'd forgotten that I mentioned doing something for him on the train. I saw your amnesia as a blessing. I didn't want to tell you anything about it again. I tried to keep my distance from you because… because, more than my parents, if he used you against me, there would be no hope for me at all."

"What is this task?"

"Pansy…"

"What is this task! Tell me, damn it!"

"I have to kill Dumbledore."

She gasped. 'No, no, no!' her brain screamed, 'not that! Why!'

Her silence and the horrified expression on her face scared him more than anything she could say. "Pansy, please say something."

"Don't do it," she said so low, it was almost a whisper, "Don't… you don't have to. No one owns you. Just don't do it."

"I have to."

"No. You don't have to do anything. Don't do it."

"You don't understand! I knew you wouldn't! I have to! He'll kill me! He'll kill my whole family! If he finds out you know… if he finds out how much I love you… I have to try!"

"You'll die. He'll kill you anyway. If he's such a monster… he'll kill you anyway. Tell Dumbledore. He can help you. I know he can."

Tears were beginning to fall down her cheeks. He hated this. He hated to see her cry and know that he was the one that caused it. "I can't. You can't say anything to anyone. If you do, I'm dead."

She shook her head. Why was this happening to such a good person? Everyone in this school seemed to dislike him… but no one really knew him like she had gotten to. Why was this happening… "I won't tell a soul."

"I have to go."

He got up to leave. "Draco," Pansy said, almost pleading.

"What?"

She wanted to scream for him to stop. She wanted to tell him that if he really loved her, he'd quit. She wanted to say that if he truly felt the way he did, that he'd tell this Voldemort that he wasn't going to be his slave… but she didn't. How could she say anything about him loving her, when she wasn't really Pansy at all. So instead, she just said, "Be careful."

He nodded, and then left her alone in the common room.

A/N: Well, there's an emotionally charged chapter. Does anyone think that Draco should find out who she really is? How about romance? I don't know… I'll leave that up to you guys. Let me know if you want romance. Keep in mind who she is, and her actual age, though, and then decide.