A/N: Yay, a new chapter!!! Thank you to all you wonderful people who reviewed the last two chapters, and of course to all that are reading. A big, Big, BIG thank you to my wonderful beta of fantastical-ness, Aniki the Infamous!!!!!!

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"I do wonder what's happened between Draco and Potter," Pansy muttered, leaning back in her chair and glaring at a gaping first year.

Blaise shrugged. "They were doing okay yesterday, weren't they? Friends and whatnot. Probably nothing's changed." He glanced around, and then back to Pansy. "It's odd though. Everyone's staring at us today. You know why?"

Pansy shook her head, strands of hair getting stuck between her lips and over her nose. She brushed them away, frowning.

"They actually seem to be staring at you more than me. Did you do something without telling me again? You know I hate it when you do that, Blaise. Last time it ended up poisoning Potter."

Blaise scowled back. "I didn't know that, so I couldn't have told you, could I? And no, I didn't do anything strange. You did yell at me awfully loudly last night. Perhaps they're trying to guess what you were yelling at me about?"

"Idiot," Pansy reached over and hit him, before settling back into her seat. "Then they'd be staring at me, not you. You sure you didn't do anything?"

Blaise rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I don't know. The Weasley Girl came and talked to me at dinner after you'd stomped off. She said something about how we'd both lost someone really close to us recently. It was really rather pointless; I think she thought you'd broken up with me, not that we were ever together in the first place. She got really close at one point, though. Maybe she was hitting on me." Blaise smirked. "Now that would be gossip-worthy. 'Weasley Hits on Older Slytherin.' Headline material!"

"I really doubt that." Pansy slumped, but then sighed and pushed herself up. "I'll go ask someone."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Always have to know everything, don't you? Go interrogate the little girls, then. Have fun." He stared after her, eyebrows raised, until she returned. "Well? What did I do that was so incredibly gossip-worthy?"

Pansy was frowning at him, her head tilted to the side. A few strands of hair fell across her face and half into her eyes, and she continued standing, her arms crossed at her waist as she leaned against the chair.

"You had sex with Draco?"

"What?" Blaise stumbled to his feet and peered over her shoulder at the girls she'd spoken to. "No, I didn't! Why would I sleep with Draco, of all people? He's getting into a relationship, for heaven's sake! He'd never agree, you know that right, Pansy? I'd never force anyone."

Pansy glanced away.

"Pansy..." Blaise trailed off, scowling. "Why don't you believe me? Why are you believing those stupid gossip-mongers? We use them for rumors, remember? We're Slytherins. If we want to know if something's true, we go to the subject. I'm the subject, Pansy, and trust me, it never happened."

Pansy glared back up at him, her face turning pink and her nose almost scrunching as she gripped the arm of the chair she stood next to. "I don't know who to believe. You are a perfectly capable liar, Blaise. I've been on the receiving side of it more than a few times, and I've even helped you manipulate people to your whims. How should I know if you're telling the truth now, or just lying to me like you do to everyone else?"

"It's a rumor-mill. We distrust them for a reason! People told people who told people who told the person who told the person who told you. There's no beginning!"

"They say their source is Crabbe and Goyle, who sleep in the same room as you two. They would know!" Tears bubbled in her eyes, and Pansy glanced around at all the people staring around her, people who would know she was crying. She cried harder.

"Pansy..." Blaise stared at her, before throwing up his hands. He lowered his voice. "What do I have to say for you to believe me? Obviously something happened or something was misspoken for this to happen. I have no recollection at all of sleeping with Draco, nor was I drinking last night. If we ask Draco, and he says we did, then something happened to make me act as I did. Or he obliviated me, which he wouldn't have done if he was just going to tell us about it. So, let's go talk to Draco, and figure this out, hmm?" Pansy nodded, and brushed a hand across her face, shaking the moisture off to dry in the air a second afterwards.

"Pansy..." Blaise stared at her, frowning. "...it might be best if you went upstairs first and cleaned up. Your face is all blotchy."

Pansy's eyes widened, and she snapped a makeup mirror out of her purse, holding it up and examining her face in it. She groaned, and shuffled it away. "Thanks," she muttered, and pushed through the hoards of gaping people to the girls' dormitory. "Be back down in a minute," she called down, and Blaise looked around at all of the people.

"Don't you have my sex life to gossip about? Go on, shoo. Pansy will be ready to kill you all when she gets downstairs. It would be in your best interest to be gone by then." The crowd scattered immediately.

Pansy came flying downstairs a minute later, her face clear again, if you didn't look closely enough to see the layers of makeup.

"Blaise, the people, we've got to-" She frowned, glancing around the common room, glazing over the few people playing chess or studying. "Hey, where'd everybody go?"

Blaise grinned. "I dunno. Come on, let's go talk to Draco."

"Really mate, I think you're much better off without that bastard Malfoy. I mean, I know you liked him and all, but he wasn't good for you. He bloody cheated on you after all!" Ron punctuated the last sentence with a wild waving of his arms, and Harry absentmindedly nodded up at him.

Hermione perched on Harry's bed on the other side, and laid a gentle arm across his shoulders. "Oh, leave him alone for a bit, Ron. You're right, he was cheated on. That's why he probably doesn't really want to talk about it."

Ron scowled over at her. "Yeah, sure. Of course he wants to talk about it. What about Ginny, Harry? Now Malfoy's gone, will you go back to her? She was really upset when you broke up with her, and even more upset when you started dating Malfoy. I'm sure she'd agree if you asked her out again."

Harry closed his eyes slowly, trying to dampen Ron's voice that way. It only made his voice louder. "Ron, I left Ginny before I got with Malfoy. I'm not going back to her."

Ron immediately started in again, leaning forward towards Harry at a level that really reminded Harry of a professor leaning over the desk of a student that wasn't paying attention. Like Snape.

"But Harry-"

Hermione scrambled to her feet and looked past them towards the door, reaching into her robes. Harry and Ron both turned, and a voice spoke. "Look, don't curse us, or hex us, or do anything that could be perceived as a bad thing to either of us to any of us, okay? We're here to talk, because we all really need to talk and get something straight. So don't hurt us."

Harry worked his best to scowl heavily at Zabini as he strode towards them, but mostly to ignore Draco as he and Parkinson trailed behind. Zabini stopped, and raised both hands in the universal sign for surrendering. A spell shot out of Ron's wand towards him, and Zabini quickly side-stepped over to the left.

"I have no memory of ever having sex with Draco. Ever. And I'm pretty sure I'd remember that."

Hermione stuffed her wand back into her robes and stepped around Harry's bed, beginning a circle around the Slytherins. "There were witnesses. You can't deny that it happened." She frowned, and looked back and forth between Zabini and Draco. Draco continued staring at his shoes.

"We're not denying that it happened," Parkinson broke in, and she stepped in front of Hermione's path. "Draco, although he wishes it hadn't happened, he still admits that it did. Which leads to the question of why Blaise can't remember it." She said the last part in a low, mystical voice, like the women in mystery TV shows who state the actual mystery for the first time.

Ron snorted. "So the bloke has problems. He's the one who misread the potion ingredients to create the love potion that poisoned Harry, right? He's hardly a good example of perfection. Prob'ly just forgot."

Zabini grinned. "Right, Weasley, because everyone forgets when they have sex with their best friend, who is not only in a relationship but also the same gender. And I'm not gay, or bisexual." He paused, and stared in the corner of the Infirmary for a second. "Yet. You can never know what the future brings. But even supposing I am bi, I am not attracted to Draco. I admit he's a good-looking bloke,"

Draco glanced up at this for the first time, with a raised eyebrow.

Zabini shrugged. "but I'm not interested in him, and I wouldn't attack him for no reason. Especially when he's in a relationship, because that place, the place I'm in right now of 'person that the person in a relationship slept with', is not a lovely place to be."

"Doesn't that sound poetic," Ron breathed.

"So what are you saying?" Hermione stared at Parkinson, and Parkinson shrugged.

"There was an outside factor that caused Blaise to seduce Draco, and then erased Blaise's memory of the event. He says his last memory before waking up was walking through the halls to the common room. He can't remember anything after that."

"It is a pity, though," Zabini's grin, which had been fading, quickly restored itself. "I mean, if I'm going to have sex with Draco, I should at least be able to remember it. I get the consequences but not the actual thing? How fair is that?"

There was a moment of silence, and Pansy spun towards Blaise. "Could you just shut it? You aren't helping the situation." She turned back towards Hermione. "So, what I've been thinking is that there is a person that really wanted to hurt either Draco, Potter, or Blaise. Does Potter have any enemies that would do this sort of thing?"

Everyone, even Draco, stared at her for that question. Harry sighed. Was Parkinson living in a green and silver toilet? "The world? All of the supporters of Voldemort? Your parents?" He offered.

Parkinson paused, and nodded. "Alright, stupid question. Any enemies that are intimately involved in your personal life to know about the relationship?"

Ron snorted. "Why do you keep pinning this on Harry? Zabini's the one who the "outside factor" affected. It's probably one of his enemies. Ask him, why don't you?"

"Because we know all of Blaise's enemies," Parkinson paused, and stared at Harry. "But not all of Potter's."

"Did you think of Luna Lovegood, for Blaise's enemies?" Hermione inquired, and Zabini raised his eyebrows.

"And how is she my enemy? I don't even know that girl."

Hermione sniffed, and looked away. "You made fun of the Quibbler last year."

"That was last year! I didn't even remember that. Don't you think that if she was going to take revenge for that, she would've already?"

"She was really upset!"

Zabini rolled his eyes and shifted his posture, settling one hand on his hip. "So what? My apologies, Granger, but I don't think Loony Lovegood knows the meaning of revenge, let alone-"

"Blaise, shut it already!" Parkinson yelled, and put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Okay," she looked at Hermione, "We won't rule out Lovegood. I doubt it was her, but you never know. Let's move on to the means. Blaise has no memory of the event, nor would he have participated in it of his own power. The outside factor, no matter who caused the outside factor, cause this memory loss and the initialization of the event."

"Excuse me," Harry waited until they'd all turned to him before he spoke. "Why does any of this matter? So, Zabini didn't do it of his own power, and has memory problems. So, someone was trying to either put Zabini in a bad situation, or screw Draco and me up. Draco didn't have any sort of outside influence or what ever you're calling it. This isn't going to help our relationship by any means." He felt a pang in his heart as he reminded them, but it didn't matter. It wasn't like Draco looked particularly sorrowful either, besides the fact he was looking at the floor.

Parkinson gaped at him for a few seconds before speaking. "Well... I suppose you have a point, Potter. But don't you want to know who sabotaged your relationship? They might decide to destroy all of the rest of you relationships otherwise. And..." she glanced to the side, at Draco. "...Maybe you can find it in your heart to forgive Draco."

Harry shook his head. "No, that's very unlikely."

Parkinson sighed. "Maybe once you've been released from the Infirmary. That's in a few days, right? Once Madam Pomfrey is sure you won't drop dead?"

"Yeah, it-"

"Hang on," Ron broke in, and glared at Parkinson. "What makes you think he will ever want to get back with Malfoy? The prat cheated on him!"

"You never know. I just wanted to resolve this situation and prevent further harm to Potter's relationships. But if you don't want our help, that's fine." Parkinson's chin tilted up arrogantly, and she grabbed Zabini's hand whilst keeping grip of Draco's shoulder. "Come on, let's go."

Draco looked at Harry one more time, before following Parkinson out the door.

"Blimey, I'm glad those three are gone." Ron exclaimed to Harry's side, and Harry could picture his grin. Hermione pounced.

"Ron, you could've at least tried to be more polite. Pansy was just trying to help."

"Oh, so she's Pansy, now, is she? Going to be her best friend?"

"You know that's not what I meant!"

Harry stared at the door. It didn't open again.