Ron and Pansy were called into Dumbledore's office the next morning. They had all been in trouble. Every Gryffindor had been given a detention, and ten points had been deducted from each student who had been present at the party. For the first time in the History of Hogwarts, a house had managed to lose enough house points to reduce their points back to zero in one go. Needless to say, they were behind the other three houses, and every single Gryffindor she had met that morning looked depressed.

Pansy didn't feel depressed, she felt guilty and the guilt was making her miserable.

She stood in front of Dumbledore with her eyes lowered to the ground, unable to look him in the eye out of shame. Ron stood next to her, their shoulders were almost brushing. She could feel the anger radiating off him in waves. But he couldn't have known what she had done could he?

He must be angry that we got caught. She reassured herself.

"Mr Weasley, Miss Parkinson," Dumbledore began gravely, "no doubt you're aware of the seriousness of your rule breaking. Although we are not aware of who procured the alcohol," He definitely knows it was us, " you both failed to report the party to your housemistress. This leads us to question whether you are fit to be prefects. After much deliberation, we have decided that Miss Parkinson will be relieved of her duties. Mr Weasley you are lucky to still have your badge. You're free to go while I talk to Miss Parkinson."

Ron shouldered past her as he left and Pansy was left alone with Dumbledore.

"Contrary to popular belief, Miss Parkinson," he peered at her over his half moon spectacles, "your house was not chosen at random. The sorting hat believed that after Slytherin, Gryffindor was the next best house for you. But perhaps you should ponder over where your loyalties truly lie? Leave your badge on the desk before you go."

His smile was soft and full of regret and as she turned to leave the rubbed her tears roughly off her cheeks, angry at herself for crying.

Ron was leaning beside the stone gargoyle, waiting for her. She hoped he couldn't see the tear streaks on her cheeks. But Ron didn't seem to care. He looked angrier than she had ever seen him before.

"I know what you did," he snarled at her, "That was your bottle wasn't it. I saw you leave with a bottle in your hand but you weren't holding it when you came back." He laughed harshly and she flinched, "Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin I suppose."

The look on his face as he left stopped her from calling out after him.

By the time Pansy made it down to the Great Hall for breakfast she felt absolutely terrible. A wave of relief crashed over her when she saw Draco also making his way for breakfast. He would make her feel better.

She ran after him, calling out his name but he didn't turn around to look at her until she tapped him on his shoulder.

"Draco- whoa, you look awful." His eyes were ringed by bruise like circles and his tie was off center. This might have not looked like much to anyone else, but Pansy had known Draco for years and he never left the Slytherin common room looking anything less than perfect.

"Thanks Pansy." he drawled sarcastically. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something actually." he shifted from one foot to another, clearly uncomfortable.

"Could I go first though? I've been having the worst day."

"I think it's better I go first actually." he said warily. " I think it's best we...break up."

She blanched. "What?"

"It's not personal," he cut in hurriedly, "my mother wasn't happy when she found out you'd been transferred to Gryffindor and now...she found out about you losing your prefect badge, and she just think it's best..." his voice trailed off into a mumble.

"But how did she find out so fast? It only happened ten minutes ago. Ah. Your father told her." Lucius Malfoy was on the school's board. He would have found out even before she had. Draco's lack of a reply only confirmed her theory.

She smiled sardonically. She wasn't hurt, she'd known for a while that she and Draco were incompatible. She wasn't even sure if they were actually friends. What she was, was angry. He'd never been a good boyfriend to her, but she wasn't good at making friends and she'd just turned to him for comfort. Did he really have to break up with her now?

"That's fine." she said with a steady voice before whipping back her fist and punching him in the face. She heard a satisfying crack and strode away from him, wiping his blood off her fist as she went. She didn't look back.

Hermione and Draco had been avoiding each other ever since their row. Draco touched his nose tenderly. It was broken. His scowl only made his nose throb worse so he forced himself to keep his face expressionless.

"Granger." he said, spotting her on the stairs.

She took in his face with a quick glance, but didn't comment.

"Fix my nose."

She raised her eyebrows at him and didn't say anything.

"Alright, fix my nose please."

"That wasn't so hard was it?" Hermione asked smugly. "I hope Pansy hit you hard."

"How'd you know it was her?" his eyes snapped to her face.

She shrugged. "I saw this coming after she got transferred to Gryffindor. You're bleeding all over your shirt. Let's go back to the common room and I'll fix your nose."

"You probably deserved that punch though." she told him when they were back in the boy's dormitory together, everyone else had gone down for breakfast . He didn't argue with her.

"Hurry up, Malfoy, take the shirt off." she said impatiently.

"What? Why?"

"Because blood is hard enough to clean off and your shirt is white. Hurry up or I'll be late for class., don't be a wimp."

"I just wanted you to fix my nose" he muttered, but proceeded to fiddle around with his buttons. Hermione watched him for a few seconds, frowning, before throwing her hands up in impatience.

"Just let me do it." she walked over and concentrated on unbuttoning his shirt for him. She ignored the fact that she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and feel her heart thumping faster in her chest.

He tugged the shirt off without looking at her.

"Make sure my nose sets straight, Granger." His voice was husky.

"Shut up Malfoy." Her's was higher than normal. She pointed her wand at his face " Episkey." There was a crack as his nose fixed itself.

"You deserved the slap I gave you in the third year too." She told him before turning away, her voice angry. "Clean your face and your shirt up, Malfoy." She tossed it at his head and he caught it.

"What? I thought you were going to do that." His voice let her know that he was joking.

"I'll break more than just your nose." was her cheery reply. Draco couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched her leave. She was definitely a fighter.

"Hey Ginny." Harry called gloomily as he walked onto the Quidditch pitch. He'd figured that some Quidditch would cheer him up and she'd probably had the same idea.

To his surprise, she didn't look unhappy at all. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright. His spirits lifted a little just by looking at her.

"Why do you look so happy? Aren't you supposed to be upset about the house points?" He couldn't help but grin back at her.

"Michael's asked me to go on a date with him next weekend." she gushed happily.

"Oh, right." His grin slid off his face. "I'd forgotten that next weekend was Hogsmeade weekend. Have fun." he forced himself to sound happy. "I better go and practice."

He kicked off from the ground rose steadily into the air, but the higher he flew, the lower his spirits dropped.