Pansy shrugged. “Being a Prefect has its benefits.” It was true, she could get away with breaking a lot of rules and getting away with it. Breaking curfew was one of the good ones. She really didn’t want to talk about Malfoy.
When Ginny confessed, Pansy really didn’t know what to do. She had been ready to accuse Ginny of meeting someone to snog; Ginny had a bit of a reputation. She was tempted to hammer Ginny on this. But…something stopped her.
It was another instinct.
“Well, I won’t talk about Potter if you don’t talk about Draco. Deal?”
Pansy stood and leaned against the wall. The hem of her skirt crept up a little. “If you are going to keep me from my appointed rounds, you’d better make whatever you want to talk about interesting.” She grinned wryly.