The door to her room opened and Pandora looked up expectantly. In walked Viola. Pandora opened her mouth to ask her how the night had gone, but then clamped it shut quickly as a boy came in behind her. Viola gave Pandora a knowing look, and Pandora snapped her book shut and walked out the door. As she entered the hall she heard the boy ask her what time it was and Viola's clever response, "Time to have fun". Pandora bit back laughter. She walked down to the corridor and found herself sitting on a bench, overlooking the night sky. She lost herself in thought, thinking about all of the stories her mother used to tell her as a child of the magic Queen who cast spells throughout the night to guide travellers home and ward off evil.

"Fancy meeting you here," at the sound of his nasally, arrogant voice Pandora groaned. Draco slid next to her, a smirk already forming on his weasel face.

"I'm trying to study," Pandora said quickly, opening up the random book she had grabbed on her way out. She thumbed through it until she came across a page and pretended to be reading carefully.

"You don't have to study," he reached over and shut her book quickly. "Pretty girls don't have to be smart."

"Thanks, but no thanks." She felt herself growing irritated as she opened up her book again. He reached over and shut it once more.

"How about we skip the studying and move on to something a little more exciting? Perhaps to my bedroom?"

"Do you consider yourself an intelligent boy?" Pandora spun around to face him.

"Yes," he answered right away, his eyebrows waggling.

"Can you understand English?"

"Yes…" he responded hesitantly.

"Then how can you not understand that no means no. No as in no, I do not want to date you or kiss you or even be near you. Just because our parents are close does not mean we have to be. I understand there's this whole idea that you and I have to be together to impress our parents but I'm sure they will understand if we aren't."

"I was just being nice, you bitch." He threw his hands up in defense. "No need to be so conceited"

"Being nice usually doesn't entail inviting me up to your bedroom," she spat, standing up. He got up as well and stalked off, calling her names as he walked.

"Oh yeah! Real mature!" she called after him. She heard chuckling from behind her.

"So you ditched hanging out with me for this?" Harry asked her, lazily leaning up against the column.

"God, are you stalking me?"

"I could hear you shutting down Malfoy from across the corridor," he laughed.

"Not like it's any of your business," Pandora shot back, rolling her eyes.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"Shouldn't you be with your Mudblood girlfriend?"

"Don't call her that."

"Or what? You'll run off and tell her? Or worse, kiss me again?"

"She's not my girlfriend," he said. "But she's my friend. And you don't call her that."

"I saw the article. Everyone's talking about it. Naturally," she tasted the venom in her voice. "I know what's going on; The Chosen One and the Mudblood. It's quite the story."

"If you call her that again I'll never speak to you again,"

"Oh! God forbid!"

"I'm not dating Hermione. That was all Rita Skeeter. She makes up stories to sell papers. None of it's true. It's all lies, okay?" he explained.

"Is it true about Cho Chang?"

"I-" he hesitated. Then sighed. "I tried to ask her to the Yule Ball. But she said no. I haven't really spoken to her since."

"She's with Cedric." Pandora informed him.

"I know. I don't care," he moved closer to her. "I'm not into Cho Chang. And I'm not into Hermione."

"Then who are you into?" Pandora asked, finding herself leaning towards him.

"Some girl. She's a Slytherin. Can you believe it?"

"Sounds like you've got your hands full," Pandora giggled.

"Oh, you bet I do. She's fierce," he reached over and ran his hand through her hair. "But I like that."

"I'm sorry," she said, taking his hand. "I just…I thought it was true,"

"It's okay," he said, pulling her close to him. "Truth be told, it's kind of cute to see you jealous,"

"I was not jealous!"

"A little bit, yeah."

"You wish!" she pulled away, laughing.

"You were,"

"Was not!"

"Okay, whatever you say," he laughed and pulled her close. She took a deep breath, staring into his eyes. He kissed her softly.

"I think it's cute," he whispered, kissing her again. "My little free elf has a temper."

"This free elf is not little," she said in between kisses. "And not yours."

"Of course not," he chuckled. "Because you have no master."

"That's right," she smiled, and the two kissed, both holding their breath, both hoping the moment would never end, both knowing in the back of their minds that it inevitably would.