Sorry about the wait, been really busy. But here is chapter 22.

Enjoy =)

Draco POV

So Blaise and I are sitting at the Gryffindor table for dinner. As Weasley refused to sit at the Slytherin table. To be perfectly honest I don't blame him, the rest of Slytherin house is becoming more and more unbearable every day.

I'm not overly hungry, but with all of them watching my every move I make what I hope is a satisfying effort to eat. Even if it is only a bit of mash potatoes and a slice of chicken.

"Where the hell is Pansy?" Blaise asks. She was supposed to meet us so we could discuss a plan of action for the next Lucius encounter, or attack depending on how he is feeling.

"She's probably still pissed at you over that shitty Hogs-prom invitation." I tease.

"What was so bad about it? She was moaning that no one would ask her. So I did." Blasie says, not seeing his mistake.

"And that's where you went wrong." Granger buts in. "You asked her because she'll do. A girl wants to be swept off her feet, made to feel like she's wanted."

"I guess I really dropped myself in it."

I place a reassuring hand on Blaise's shoulder. "Yes Blaise, you really did." I agree.

"You're not supposed to agree." The dark Slytherin wines.

Harry goes to say something, but is interrupted when Pansy storms in. "And what time do you call this Parkinson?" Ron questions, raising an eyebrow.

Pansy crosses her arms at him. "Well Weasley... I'd say it;s time to check for your balls, but you don't have any." She then flashes him an arrogant smile. "Sorry."

We all begin laughing even more so at the embarrassment on the weasel's face. He shoots us all a deadly glare.

"What's up Pans?" I ask her, still giggling a little.

"I need to show you something." She answers, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the Great Hall.

"Pansy, what the hell is wrong?" I ask, laughing slightly.

"It's not funny!" She snaps, continuing to drag me through the halls towards the dungeons. I heard footsteps behind us going down the dungeons stairs. I turned around and that is when I realised the whole crew is also coming to see what has Pansy riled up. However she doesn't see them until we reach the portrait. "Why are you here?" She asks, Harry, Granger, Weasley and Blaise.

"We're all friends now. So we want to know what's up." Harry answers. I love how cute and sweet he is being concerned for my friends.

"Fine, whatever." Pansy responds, rolling her eyes and abruptly dragging me through the Slytherin common room. Surprisingly the Gryffindor trio manage to follow us through with ease. Maybe they sweet talked the painting. It wouldn't be hard as it's such a push over.

We reach Pansy's dorm room and honestly I don't see anything out of the ordinary. "Pansy, what the hell is wrong? I don't see anything out of place." I say.

"Nothing out of place." She huffs, with a high pitched tone. "Dray, look at that." She points at one of her bed posts, and on it is a pair of converse tied to the post with a scroll poking out of one of them.

"Who put them there?" Hermione asks.

"Well if I knew that I wouldn't have dragged Draco up here, now would I?" Pansy answers, her pitch still slightly higher than normal.

"Did you think about reading the note?" Blaise asks.

"I was scared. Why would someone sneak into my dorm tie a pair of shoes to my bed posts and leave a note in one of the shoes?"

"There's only one way to find out." Harry responds, nodding to the shoes.

Pansy then climbs up on her bed and unties the shoes. She then removes the scroll and hands it to me. "You read it Dray, I can't" She tells.

I unroll the scroll and I skim over it before reading it aloud. "Dear Pansy, I am writing this because I would like it very much if you would go to Hogs-Prom with me. If your answer is 'yes' then meet me by the Black Lake at 7pm tonight. If you don't show I'll know your answer is 'no'.

Sincerely L.

P.S. Look for the golden light.

"Someone's asking you to Hogs-Prom." Blaise smirks.

"No shit Sherlock." Pansy grumbles, punching Blaise's arm.

"Who do you think it is?" Granger asks.

"Maybe it's Leo Gardener." Weasel suggests.

"From Ravenclaw?" She asks.

"Or Laura Jones." I tease.

"It's not a girl." Pansy retorts.

"How do you know it's not a girl?" Harry asks, with a slight grin. I think he knows something, I can see it in his eyes. So I make a mental note to ask him about it later.

"Are you going to go?" I ask.

"I don't know!" Pansy snaps, looking pretty flustered. A feeling I know all too well. "Stop asking me so many questions. I don't even know who this weirdo is. Should I go?"

I pull Pansy into my arms in hopes of calming her down. She does it when I'm like this, so how can I not do the same? "I think you should go." I answer, still hugging her. "This person obviously really wants to go to Hogs-Prom with you. They sneaked into Slytherin for goodness sake. I think you should give them a chance."

She pulls out of the hug and smiles at me weakly. "I... but... what..." Pansy stutters. Only a few time have I seen Pansy this vulnerable. However she is my best friend and I know exactly what she is thinking.

I stare into her dark eyes. "You are my beautiful best friend. You are incredibly strong, even if you were willing to hand Harry over to Voldemort after five minutes." Her smiles fades at that.

"I'm sorry-" I put my finger to her lips to stop her apologizing.

I continue, "You don't need to be sorry. You did because you thought you were protecting everyone, just like I thought I was protecting my parents. Pansy you were there for me when no one else was. You are more than good enough and you do deserve good things. This is a good thing, go for it."

Her smile returns, but this time it's a happier smile. "Thanks Dray. You always know what to say."

"Right if you too are done..." Blaise interrupts. "Let's all go to Hogmeade and get ourselves some butter beers."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm with Zabini." Weasley agrees, leading the way out. Hermione follows rolling her eyes at Ron.

"Wait up you guys!" Pansy yells, seeming much more like herself.

"Yes, mother." Ron and Blaise reply, sarcastically.

"Don't make me hurt you, Blaise." Pansy threatens.

Harry and I just laugh also making our way out of Slytherin. "Hey, wait up Draco." Harry says, taking my hand in his.

"What's up?" I ask, smiling at his emerald eyes.

"All that stuff you said to Pansy."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You're right you know. She does deserve good things." I nod and turn to catch up to the rest of them, but Harry tightens his grip on my hand.

"Is there something else, Harry?"

He takes my other hand. "You deserve good things too."

I sigh. "I want to believe you Harry. I really do, but I can't. I'm part of my father and you've seen him. How can there possibly be any good in me?"

"In the war when I died. I didn't actually die. When Voldemort killed me, I saw Dumbledor and he sort sent me back, I don't know. But I was breathing. Voldemort told your mother to check if I was dead. She told him I was dead, but she knew I was alive."

"What's your point?" I ask, not quite following.

"Draco, your mother saved my life. So you may be apart of Lucius, but you are apart of your mother too. There is plenty of good in you. And if I have to I spend as long as it takes to make you see that."

I feel my smile growing. "Thanks." I say, biting my lower lip.

"Don't do that." The Gryffindor begs.

I scratch the the back of my head, feeling confused. "Don't do what?"

"Bite your lower lip."

"Why not?"

Harry pull me close, our lips are centimetres apart. "Because I can't resist you when you do."

My smile turns into a sly grin upon realising the power I have over him. "Resist this." I say, biting my lower lip just to tempt him. Before I know it our lips meet.

"Would you too hurry up!" Blaise interrupts. We instantly pull apart. "Oh sorry to interrupt, but we're all waiting for you too."

I let out a disappointed sigh. "Fine. We're coming now." Harry and I then follow hand in hand, with our fingers entwined.

We reach the group. "It's about time Drarry showed up." Pansy moans.

"Drarry?" I say, raising an eyebrow.

"You're couple name." Hermione adds.

"We have a couple name?" Harry interjects.

"Of course!" Pansy and Granger respond in unison.

Pansy POV

So here I am making my way to the Black Lake. I took everything Draco said earlier into consideration and decided he was right. This is something good and I should give it a chance. Draco really is the best, I couldn't ask for a better friend. I am really proud at how far he's come. He is a lot better and happier being with Potter. And Lucius hasn't bothered any of us in almost two weeks. Things are going really well... a little too well. It's kind of scary, but I don't want to ruin Draco's progress with my pessimism.

The sun has already set so it's dark and the stars are out. The thing I love about Hogwarts is it is so far from the city you can actually see the stars at night. And not the ones in the Great Hall... the real stars.

It doesn't take long for me to notice the golden light by the lake. Well whoever this secret admirer is, they are true to their word. As soon as I am at the lake, I can see that the lights is at least a hundred fireflies forming the shape of a heart. Cute. Cheesy, but cute.

I don't know what this person sees in me to go to all this trouble. Although I don't let on, Draco seems to know I don't always think the best of myself. So before I let my mind completely tear me down, I try to remember the things Draco said to me earlier about being good enough.

A familiar voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "They are pretty, but I know your thinking they shouldn't be here. As fireflies typically live in warmer climates, and Britain is hardly warm. However most people don't know that fireflies are romantic creatures. So when I told them about tonight, they were happy to help."

"Actually, I was think why someone would go to all this trouble for me. Especially after trying to hand Potter over to Voldemort." I admit.

"You thought you were protecting your friends, particularly Draco. It's easy to see how much you love him and want what's best for him."

"Of course I love him. He's my best friend."

"Evil people don't know what it is to love. There is more good in you than you know Pansy Parkinson."

I hope to have another chapter up next week. Not long now until Hogs-Prom.

Until the next chapter ;)