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Pansy POV

Green with envy, that's the best way to describe how I felt right now. I stood in the window and looked down at Draco with that girl. He had her pushed up against the tree with a hand on her hip to hold her against him. It was absolutely improper. Draco was mine! He was the only way I would survive the aftermath of this war. I was going to be the next Mrs. Malfoy! A sharp pain shot through my head. I ran both hands through my hair and pulled the ends a little, as if that would help with the sudden headache. Frustrated, I slammed my fist against the window as I watched them finally come up for air. They seemed to be playfully arguing because Draco kept saying something that the girl was shaking her head to. Then he grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder and ran towards the Quidditch pitch. If the window wasn't sound-proof, I'm sure I would have been able to hear her giggles from up here. "Stupid mudblood," I muttered.

"Jealousy only makes your pug face even uglier," said a snarky voice from behind me. "Watching Malfoy and Ivory again?"

I didn't have to turn around to know that it was the Weasley bitch. "Don't you have a—" I used air quotations, "'Savior' to keep alive somewhere else in the castle? Odds are he's getting himself almost killed at this very moment." I turned around gracefully and leaned up against the window. Maybe the cool surface would calm me. I was not in the mood to deal with Potter's groupie. "Or is that Granger's job? Do you two have a custody agreement? Does she get him through the week and you alternate weekends? Funny, she's not with them as much as usual this year. I wonder why that is?" I tilted my head to the side. "Normally, I would think she has been in the library, but she hasn't even been in there."

"Watching her, too, are you?" Weaselette pushed off the wall and advanced toward me.

"Simmer down, little lion." I gripped my wand tightly but still tried to appear aloof. Slytherins don't show their emotions in a confrontation. "I guess I could say that I have. I mean, even if she doesn't quite seem like herself all the time." Her eyes widened. "Do you two honestly think you are the only ones who read Witch Weekly?" I reached into my bag and threw the issue at her. "It's right there!"

"What do you want Parkinson?" She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

I put a hand on my chest and dropped my jaw in mock surprise. "What, no threats? No curses?" I laughed. "You're not going to oblivate me?"

"I'm not stupid. I know your hand is behind your skirt holding your wand. So we will talk this out; I don't have time for a duel and detention." She held her hands up in the symbol of surrender. "So what do you want?"

"Draco. I want her to leave him alone." I glanced back out the window and could see them outside of the pitch. "Ivory" was standing with her arms crossed and still shaking her head. Draco was pulling brooms out of the shed.

"No can do," Weaselette said. "There is a point to all this."

"To be cruel? To hurt him? To learn his secrets?" With each question, I took a step closer to her. "If this is one of your Gryffindor schemes that could get him killed—" I had my wand against her throat and a hand gripping her arm.

"His secrets?" she scoffed, voice slightly higher than usual. "Who cares about Malfoy's secrets. She's trying to save him, you daft bimbo!" She jerked away from me.

I looked at her closely, taking in her eyes and the way she was still being defiant. She wasn't scared or threatened by me. Staring right back at her, I asked, "Save him from what?"

She rolled her eyes and went back to holding eye contact with me. "Himself."

"From his father and what He wants?" I whispered looking around to see if anyone else was in the hallway. She nodded. I stepped back and put my wand away. "This isn't going to get him killed?"

"We hope not," she said, brushing her hair behind her shoulder.

"I want in."

"After how you've acted this week?" she looked at me incredulously. "Look, Parkinson, this isn't some super-secret fan club that you can just apply—"

I cut her off. "I WANT IN!" I said fiercely, looking around again. "I'm not playing, Weaselette. Things are not as they seem. I want the same protection he is going to have at the end of this. I won't get in the way of whatever Granger is doing so long as I am safe. This helps both of us. I can keep an eye on the Slytherins, and my father." I cringed slightly as another pain went through my head, "My father will be sending me updates about things you wouldn't have access to." Shaking my head, as if I could shake my headache loose, I smoothed down my skirt. "Talk it over with your boys and then send me a discreet owl. Keyword there was discreet." I glanced back out the window and watched Draco smile at Granger. "I'm assuming he has no idea who she really is, so I'll keep your little secret." Without looking back at her, I left her standing there.

Ginny POV

I took a deep breath. I was standing outside of the portrait dreading talking to Harry and Ron. There was no way to know exactly how they would take the fact that Parkinson wanted in on our plan. We don't even know what our end game was. How were we supposed to save these Slytherins without removing them from their homes? Where were they going to go? I needed to talk to Hermione as soon as possible. We were playing a dangerous game, and maybe if she didn't have hearts in her eyes all the time, then maybe she would see that. Where was a responsible adult when you needed one? I took another deep breath and said the password.

"We need to talk," I said as soon as the portrait closed behind me.

Harry looked up from the chess game he was playing with Ron. "Uhhh, Gin, can we do this privately?" He stood up nervously. "I'd really like it if you don't dump me again in front of the entire common room." He stepped over Dean's legs to approach me. I watched him, amused. It was like he was trying to talk down a dangerous animal. He reached for me and grabbed me by my arm. "Let's just go up to my room so we can talk this out."

"You're right. Let's go up to your room. Ronald!" I said sharp enough to break his attention on the game. "Come on."

Harry froze. "Why do we need Ron to come with us?"

I jerked away from him. "Because I'm not breaking up with you. Now, for Merlin's sake, will both of you cart your arses upstairs so I can say what I bloody have to say. Merlin's pants!" I stomped my foot for emphasis. Both boys glanced at each other and ran up the stairs. Shaking my head, I followed them. Stepping into the room, I immediately frowned. The air was stale, like dirty laundry and sweaty Quidditch uniforms. The only bed that was made was Neville's. Seamus' curtains looked singed at the ends. Harry and Ron sat on their beds looking at me expectantly. I sighed. "First, I want to remind you that you are wizards; there are these things called cleaning spells. From the state of your room, I'm going to assume you have never heard of them. I will be sure to let it slip to Mum that you obviously need practice. Secondly, there are house elves. You know, the little creatures who actually enjoy cleaning up after wizards? I cannot even begin to understand why your room looks like this." I took a step towards Harry's bed and then stopped before I tripped over something. "I'm just going to cut this short since it is obviously hazardous to be in here…" I trailed off, seeing moldy food on the nightstand by Ron's bed.

"It's Seamus's fault," Ron said, reaching into the nightstand to pull out a chocolate frog. "The elves said they would never clean our room again after the last explosion." He stuffed the chocolate frog in his mouth and stuck the card in the drawer without even looking at it.

I put my hand to my forehead and shook my head slightly. "I don't want to know."

"What's going on, Gin?" Harry asked reaching for me. I let him pull me to his side.

I sighed. "Pansy knows what Hermione is doing. She's been watching them. She wants whatever protection that we are planning on offering Malfoy. Then she said something about things aren't what they seem." I blurted it all out at once. "She didn't seem like herself. It was strange. I don't know."

"What are we even doing? What is this? Operation Save a Slytherin?" Ron jumped up. "I don't even like the slimy git we are already putting up with. Now you want to add Pugface to the mix? Who is next? Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Have you forgotten that we are the good guys?" Harry asked Ron calmly.

"This isn't one of your flimsy books with the little pictures. People could die. We could die. You're going to let one of these Slytherins get us killed," Ron yelled.

"Are you talking about my comic books?" Harry asked him, clearly amused.

I rolled my eyes. "Harry is right, Ron. We are the good guys. We should help."

Ron plopped back down. "Merlin's saggy balls. Pansy fucking Parkinson." He looked up at us. "Who is the next snake we are going to let into our den?"

Author's Note: Hey guys! I thought we should explore the other characters' POV. My beta pointed out that I should give a sign on whose POV it is. What do you guys think is up with Pansy? Is Ron going to always be so understanding? Will Dramione always be so cute? Stay tuned for the next chapter of Out of the Fog. Another special guest appearance coming up! None of this is possible without my betas and my alpha. I know I drive y'all crazy at times.