They entered through the portrait to the Prefect's common room, Hermione first, expecting Pansy to follow. And she did, of course. Dropping her bag on the coffee table Hermione sat down on the arm-chair and Pansy thought how eerily it reminded her of a throne. The girl sat on the big sofa, in front, the size of it making Pansy small."What's going on ?" Pansy was nervous. "Is something wrong ?"You know me by now, Pans, I don't jump to conclusions." The nickname sounded anything but friendly. "So I will make this quick." Pansy's heart drummed against her ribcage, her hands were shaking because she felt the tension crackling in the air. "You either tell me what's going on between you and Harry Potter or I'll be forced to take away your memories right this moment." The words sounded plain but the meaning stood.