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Pansy's POV
"Granger!" I shouted and the bushy haired girl turned around and narrowed her eyes at me. "I need your help."
"What with Parkinson?" She asked sourly.
"Look, I'm sorry for everything that I've done over the years. I've been a bitch and you didn't deserve to go through what you, Weasley and Potter did. I'm really sorry." I apologised. Her eyes softened and I looked to the ground.
"It's fine. What did you want help with?" She asked. I smiled at her.
"Well, Draco has this massive crush on Potter and he hasn't been the same since the war ... I just thought Potter could use a bit of cheering up too? Only cause I heard he came out as bi in the holidays and that he and the Weasley girl broke up." I said quickly.
"Y'know, Harry has a bit of a crush on Malfoy as well. He admitted it at the start of the year which was like, what a week ago. Not like the fact him admitting it changed anything, he was like, the last to know." She said smiling. I couldn't stop the smirk that spread across my face.
"So, I've got a plan." I said. She pulled me into an alcove so we couldn't be overheard.
"Go on." She said.
"Do you think the rest of the 8th Year's would be up to getting the boys together. I know the Slytherin's will be. We are all sick of listening to Draco complaining."
"Complaining?"
"You should hear him. Oh how I hate Potter. With his stupid perfect green eyes and his idiotic messy soft looking hair and his stupid scar and glasses. If he didn't have those fucking things you would be able to see his eyes much better." I said, mocking Draco's voice, "You should've seen his face when Potter came back; taller, stronger and with contacts. Oh my god it was hilarious. Draco couldn't keep his eyes off him." My eyes were leaking with tears of laughter.
"Even me and Ron were surprised when we saw him." I gave her a questioning look.
"Wasn't he with you guys?" I asked her. She shook her head.
"No, he went back to his relatives to say goodbye for the last time. He needed time alone as well. The war changed him."
"Yeah, it changed us all." We both went quiet then.
"So, this plan you've got?" She asked.
"Oh, yes." I said, "so, what about a game of seven minutes in heaven?" She smirked.
"Sounds perfect." She said and we walked back to the 8th year common room planning what to tell the rest of our year and how we should approach the game.