"Draco," Pansy said, shaking her head, "Bloody hell, how do you always get these messes?"
She looked up at him, her best friend. Merlin, some days he was like a lost puppy. She wanted to tell him to leave the auror program, it was rubbish, and just come jet set with herself and Blaise, but a small voice in her head quieted that notion. He could be useful, and she knew Draco. He could be manipulated, so long as he thought it was his idea.
She lightly tapped him on the stomach with her fist, "Tell me this, and be bloody honest. I swear on the Dark Lord's grave this goes no further than us. Do you have feelings for her?"