Hi again! Thanks for all the reviews, once again. Well, on to the story. Oh, and just for the record, I don't own anything 'cept the screennames and Shira and Andrew. Although Iwould quite like to: P

Then from behind her she heard a shout.

How could you!

The voice was gruff and low. Pansy turned expecting it to be Crabbe, but saw that it was Goyle!

Seeing the puzzled and worried look on Pansy's face, Goyle turned to her.

(Dialogue)

Goyle: Not you Pansy.

Goyle: (Turned to Draco again, and glaring at him.) How could you! You broke my PS2! (Holding up a completely gnarled and smoking muggle toy)

Draco: Hey! It's not my fault the stupid thing wouldn't listen to me! The thing obviously reacts badly to magic, because I tried to do the Imperious Curse to make the little dude in green listed to what I bid him, but it didn't work quite right.

Goyle: (Still glaring) Obviously! You know, that cost me like, three hundred dollars!

Draco: What are "Dollars"?

Goyle: American muggle money.

Draco: Oh get out of the compartment! Can't you see I'm busy?

Goyle: Fine! But you owe me!

As soon as Goyle had left the compartment, Draco went right back to Pansy and put his arms right back around her waist and pulled her close.

Draco: Now, where were we?

He smiled mischievously at her and started leaning towards her. She ducked down and under his arms coming to her senses.

Pansy: No! NO! I can't! We can't! YOU just can't!

She ran out of the compartment as fast as she could, leaving him with a bewildered look on his face alone in there. Pansy ran down the hall of the train. Faces in compartments turned, wondering who the girl was who was running down the hall with tears in her eyes? But Pansy didn't care. She couldn't see ahead of her, the images were blurred. She couldn't think strait, why was she running? She couldn't run from what she had just done with Draco. She couldn't run from the awful thing she had just done to her best friend. No, that was impossible. Pansy knew that. But she kept running.

Suddenly she crashed into something. Or someone, as it turned out. She looked up and saw a red headed boy about her age, with pale skin and lots of freckles.

Pansy: Oh! I'm so sorry!

Boy: No no. It's my fault. I should have been looking where I was going.

(To herself)

Pansy: Wow! The boy is cute, and polite!

Boy: Are you okay?

Pansy: I'm not sure, my wrist hurts a lot.

Boy: Here, come into my compartment; I'll have a look at it.

Pansy: Okay.

Boy: My name's Ron Weasley by the way.

Pansy: Ron Weasley? I swear I've heard that name somewhere before!

Ron: Well, maybe we've met before, who knows? What's yours?

But before Pansy could tell him her name, a boy with dark messy hair and glasses burst in to the compartment.

Boy: Ron! You won't believe what Malfoy just did.

Ron: What did he do this time?

Boy: A first year girl came by, and she sneezed on him by mistake,so he petrified her!

Ron: WHAT! How dare he! Stupid slitheryn!

Boy: Yea.

Pansy: What house are you guys in?

Ron: Harry and I are both in Gryffindore.

Pansy: Oh, um, I gotta go, um, um, change into my robes. Bye!

She ran out of the compartment deep in thought. So that's who that other boy was! Harry Potter! And Ron and Harry were obviously good friends. Draco hated Harry. So that was probably where Pansy had heard the name Ron Weasley before! Draco had probably talked about him.

It wasn't until she was almost at her compartment door that Pansy realized that Draco might still be in there. Cautiously, she peeked around the doorway into the compartment. Luckily, Draco had already left the compartment. She ran in, quickly changed into her robes, and grabbed her trunks to haul off the train. As she was stepping off the train an odd thought occurred to Pansy. She had forgotten to make her bed before she had left home.

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