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'I don't wanna fall to pieces

I just wanna cry in front of you

And I don't wanna talk about it…"

-Avril Lavigne/Fall to Pieces-

CHAPTER NINE

SHE'S GOTTA TELL SOMEONE

Pansy didn't know where she was going. She just ran. This was the worst Sunday of her life. She couldn't believe that Draco was working for a murderer. How could he do such a thing? She understood the part about his family. Why didn't he just go to Dumbledore, though? Why did he continue to take crap from this guy?

She wasn't paying attention when she bumped into Hermione. How could she pay attention to anything but the horrible thing that was on her mind? "Pansy, are you alright?" Hermione asked, noticing that her eyes were red with tears.

"Oh… yeah… it's allergies."

"Pansy… you remember when I said you could talk to me? I meant it. If something is wrong…"

"Oh, God… I mean Merlin… whatever! Something is wrong, but I can't tell you. I promised I wouldn't say anything! I wish I hadn't, but I had to! I'm not even the person he thinks I am! I'm in such a mess! I want to go home! I want this to be fake again!"

"I beg your pardon?"

She looked up at Hermione. She decided that if she were going to tell anyone about who she really was, it might as well be her. She was a friend, right? "I have to talk to you. Is there somewhere we can go that… that's private?"

"Sure. Follow me."

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Hermione took her to the girl's bathroom that no one used… except for a ghost named Moaning Myrtle. Pansy sat down on the cold floor, "I'm not Pansy Parkinson. I don't have amnesia. I'm Lizzie Keller. I'm from New York. I'm dating an ass named Richard Gibson, but we won't get into that. His ass is history when I get home. I'm twenty-three years old and the messed up thing is… I think I'm falling for a sixteen year old! That is some Mary Kay… you wouldn't know her, anyway. I only look like this girl… you probably think I'm crazy!"

"No, I don't," said Hermione, in awe, "Stranger things have happened, believe me. So… you're stuck in Pansy's body?"

"Yeah. I'm stuck as a sixteen year old girl. Yay, me!"

"What can we do to get you home?"

"I don't know. Look, don't say anything to anyone else. Especially Draco."

"You know I don't talk to him, anyway."

"That's a shame. I think if you two really sat down, and had a conversation, you might find that you could be friends. I didn't mean what I said about wanting to go home, really. I love it here. I'm having the time of my life. If I could stay… with my own body… things have gone so wrong today!"

"Can you hint at what's wrong?"

"I really can't."

"It's got something to do with Draco, I know that…"

Just then, the bathroom door opened. Pansy sat up, quickly, "We've got to hide!"

"Why?"

"I don't know! I've just got the feeling that we need to hide!"

Pansy and Hermione each chose different stalls. Pansy put her ear up to the door and listened carefully. "I can't do this," someone said, "I can't… why me? Why did this have to happen to me?"

It was Draco. What was he doing in here? "I've hurt her… how could I hurt her? The one person… don't let her hate me…"

He was talking about her. She wanted to scream that she didn't hate him, but at the same time, she didn't want to be discovered. If he said something while Hermione was listening, she would be telling. He would be telling on himself.

Suddenly, he said, "I see your feet in the mirror."

She cursed herself for not standing on the toilet, "No one is in here. I'm a ghost. Ooooo!"

She knew it was silly and he'd never believe that. He did laugh, though. "Come out, Pansy."

She opened the door and slowly walked out. She took a quick glance at the other stall, but she didn't see Hermione's feet. 'Smart girl,' she thought, with a smile.

"Is anyone else in here, or did you follow me?"

"Neither. I was already in here."

"Why?"

"I wanted to see what the big deal was… why no one came in here."

"Oh. Did you find what you were looking for?"

"No. I don't see a ghost."

"She must be roaming."

"I see someone as white as a ghost. You're not sleeping."

"How can I?"

"I wish…"

"Shhh! Did you hear that?"

"I didn't hear anything."

"Is someone else in here? Don't lie to me."

"If someone is, what would you do? Yell at me?"

He looked at her, curiously, "No, I wouldn't yell at you. I would be angry that you tried to get me to talk in front of someone else… especially Hermione Granger!"

"How did you know?" gasped Pansy.

"I know you hardly go anywhere without her, now. Come out, Granger."

Hermione slowly walked out of the other stall. "Now, don't be angry with her. She doesn't know anything. I just had to cry and complain to someone."

"You cried?"

"Of course."

"I'm sorry, Pansy," he apologized, and then he took her hand, "You remember when I said I'd take you somewhere special?"

"Yeah."

"Make plans for it tonight. In the meantime… stay with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Zabini won't go around them, because I think he's afraid of Ginny."

"I can handle myself around him."

"Still… humor me."

"Okay. Draco… please… for me… be careful, and think about what I said. About talking to someone. A teacher, perhaps."

He gave her a weak smile, "I'll think about it."

"Okay," she sighed, and then walked out of the bathroom with Hermione. "That was a clever idea you had, for a little while. Until I lost my balance on the toilet," said Hermione.

"I really can't tell you. I wish I could. I was hoping… he'd say something in front of you. Then you'd know and maybe you could tell someone. Now, all I can do is pray for him to be safe."

A/N: I know it's a really bad chapter. Go ahead… I can take it… anyways, I'm not going to update for a while. To make this authentic, I'm going to re-read the sixth book. So I get some dates and things right. This will not be as long as the sixth book, but… I do want it to seem authentic. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far.