Pansy grew silent for a moment, "I am sorry Theo. That was very cruel of me to bring up."
She knew his mother was dead, but she didn't know all of the details; she'd never had the courage to ask. And dancing with him, she felt bad and thought she should at least be honest.
"I have," and she glanced at him, "Don't think me some kind of slag, please Theo. There have been a couple," she said, thinking of the boy from Durmstrang, and the boy this summer. And there was Draco. She'd kissed him only once.
She looked at him, thinking of something to ask him that was a bit safer, but something he'd never talk about in the open. She didn't want to get too personal; she had to be able to look him in the face tomorrow.
"Do you ever remember your dreams? Do you believe in that kind of stuff? That dreams tell you things? Or fortunes? Do you believe in having your fortune told?"