Yay! Next chapter. Thank you for the reviews, and I'll try to keep up with my crazy updating frenzy to keep you happy! Erm...this is mostly Pansy/Draco, I'm not sure why he's being SO nice to her...but that's our Draco! So unpredictable.

Chapter Seven

The Slytherin common room was just down the hall from Malfoy's rooms, so they were outside the fifth year girl's room in less than five minutes. There was heavy breathing from inside, as if someone was crying. Taking a peek in under the cloak they saw Pansy sprawled out on her bed, crying her eyes out.

"I got this one." Malfoy whispered to Hermione, and took the cloak off. He entered the room; an invisible Hermione followed him in.

When Pansy saw him, she ran over to him and threw herself into his arms. Despite herself, Hermione felt a little strange about the familiarity of the two, but she put it down to two people who usually spent their time making other people's lives a misery actually sharing a moment of tenderness.

"Draco, I'm so sorry, I only did it for you." She wept into his shoulder and he hugged her gently

"Did what, Pansy?" Even his tone was different with her, a little softer. The sort of tone that could make a girl's heart melt when whispered in her ear. Hermione stepped back and bit and started to feel a little sick at being present at this unnatural state of affairs. Draco was being nice, more than nice, and tender, to help her, Hermione, out.

"The spell, it was meant to make you hate her, I only wanted you to love me." Pansy wept. "I knew that something was going on with you. Ever since I saw you in the Three Broomsticks, sitting so close, I was just so jealous." She cried some more, and Draco said nothing, he could think of nothing to say. He wanted to throw her away from him and scream at her for being so stupid, how could she ever think that there was something going on between them? But she just looked so hurt, and he couldn't tell her that. "How long have you been cheating on me with her?" Pansy said.

Draco disengaged himself from her and bit his thumbnail thoughtfully. He'd have to lie to her. "I don't know." He said, glancing at the spot where Hermione stood under the cloak, invisible. "Two months."

"Two months!" Pansy buried her face in her hands. "I can't believe it! I can't even be upset with you, I can't even hate her. My spell worked really well." She sighed. "I'm sorry I did this to you. I just didn't want to loose you, and now I've lost both of you." Pansy sighed heartily.

"What?" Malfoy said, then realised, Pansy's under the spell too. "Oh, I see."

"Yeah, she's beautiful, isn't she?" Pansy smiled at him.

"Uh," he glanced at Hermione again. "Yeah."

"Tell me about, when you fell in love with her." Pansy was in a world of her own. She stared at Malfoy, who did his best impression of someone not horrified. Hermione grinned to herself and crossed across the room closer to Malfoy, wanting to hear every word he said for future torture.

"Well, uh, I was walking around school one day, it was warm, and there were no classes so I went out in the grounds." He started and cleared his throat uncomfortably, wondering whether he could just stun Pansy and run for it. "There she was, with Potter and Weasley. They were sitting by the lake, and Weasley told her a joke. She was kneeling so I could see her face and it bloomed like a rose that met the sun. Her laugh was so sweet that my heart stopped, I just knew."

Hermione leaned on Pansy's dresser, just behind the bed so that he could see Draco's face. He was a good actor, she thought, she almost believed it. She moved her hand and it brushed upon something on the counter. 'Hello…' she thought. 'What's this?'

Pansy sighed happily. "She's very lucky." Malfoy smiled at Pansy, it was so easy to please her, you just said the most romantic thing in your head and she was yours. Suddenly, he got a kick in the back of the leg by an invisible foot and he said quickly. "I gotta go, meet her."

"Okay, Draco. It must be hard for you, suddenly everyone wants her." Pansy sighed again. "We can still be friends, right?"

"Uh…yeah." They hugged and he left.

"Awww… Draco, I didn't know you cared." Hermione didn't even wait until they were out of the common room before she started teasing him.

"Shut up, I had to say something to her. She would have got angry if I told her the truth, thinking I just did it to hurt her." He rapidly let off the excuse he'd been making all the way down the stairs.

"Ah, so the Malfoy's do have hearts in the family."

"Small and exquisitely black, but yes, hearts there are."

"I see." Until this point, Malfoy was having a conversation with an invisible girl. At this, Hermione took off the cloak, seeming as everyone was in the library.

"Oh, look, the light of my life." Malfoy bent down on one knee sarcastically. Then he snorted, "I don't see how anyone could think that was true, I mean, look at you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you're not exactly pretty."

"So?" Anger boiled up inside her.

"In fact, I'm sick to death of you, and we've only been together one day!"

"Don't think I like you anymore than you like me."

"Well, you must be repulsed by me then. I mean you're a know-it-all Mudblood and I really couldn't give a damn what happens to you." He crossed his arms and glared at her.

"What?"

"That's right. I couldn't give a flying monkey. And don't use that 'they'll beat you up for touching me' thing, because no Slytherin would believe that I would sink myself to the level where Gryfindors make good company." Draco was in full defensive mode, so sick and tired of this Mudblood bitch jerking him around and making him do her bidding.

"You know what, fine. I don't care. I only really kept you around for the company anyway. I can do this by myself." She walked to the door.

"Buh-bye then." He sat down on a sofa and put his feet up on the table, staring into the fire.

"Bye." She disappeared through the door.

Outside he could hear the Slytherins returning home. "Shit." The cloak was lying on the floor, Hermione was unprotected. He knew what his friends were like about girls. She could be killed.

Grabbing the cloak, he went after her.