Harry looked around Hermione's dorm. All the eighth years had been randomly paired up and scattered around the castle like dandelion fluff. Hermione had lucked out and got a teacher's private room. It was a rectangle to start, and bigger than his dorm, with room for two armchairs and a small table beside a personal fireplace. He couldn't remember who she was rooming with, but the other girl seemed to have nearly as many clothes, pots and potions as Hermione had notes and books. Between the two of them, they had taken up most of the extra space provided by the larger room.

He briefly sat on the edge of Hermione's bed then stood, restlessly pacing the room and going over to the fireplace. He stared at the fire and forced himself to sit on one of the armchairs.

The doorknob clicked faintly, and Pansy Parkinson stepped inside. She froze for half a breath when she saw him then eased the door shut, leaning back against it.

"You," Pansy raised both eyebrows, with a devilish smile, "Of all the people it could have been, I think you are the last person on earth I would've guessed-"

Harry's face burned hot, and he bolted back to his feet, "I'm leaving."

"Calm your tits," Pansy said rolling her eyes, "I charge twenty percent commission."

"What?" Harry asked dumbly.

"I'll take measurements and whatnot. I can pick it for you too if you like," Pansy looked over his baggy torn jeans and Weasley jumper and raised a single immaculate eyebrow, "I think I ought to insist."

"You take a commission? Do you make them yourself?" Harry asked.

"Of course not. They're tailor-made but not by me." Pansy said, "If you were going to order them yourself you would have done it, and it's not like you or Draco are hurting for money."

Harry jumped at the sound of Draco's name.

Pansy smirked, "You got the idea from him, right? I doubt he'd tell you willingly so you must have stumbled onto it accidentally or were spy-ing," she drew the word out with a knowing look.

"He doesn't know," was all that Harry was willing to concede. He desperately hoped Pansy wouldn't tell Draco everything.

"I'm sure. Otherwise, I would have found out before," Pansy smiled and took out her wand, "I'll just take your measurements, then?"

Harry nodded and stood stiffly as Pansy circled around him, casting a few charms and jotted down the results on a piece of parchment.

Pansy nodded to herself as she put her wand away, "That's everything. You can go now. I'll order you something gorgeous. If you don't like it, I'll get it returned and order something else, but you'll love it."

"Alright," Harry nervously wiped his palms on his jeans, "Do I pay you now or-"

Pansy let out a bark of a laugh, "Merlin's tits, Potter! You make it sound like I'm a prostitute!"

Harry flushed.

Pansy waved a hand at him, still grinning wickedly, "I'll bill you, boy wonder."

Harry nodded and went to the door as fast he could without running.

"Potter," Pansy called after him, "Make sure you tell Draco, about buying this stuff. It'll make him very happy if you do."

Harry glanced back expecting a sneaky Slytherin expression, but Pansy looked unexpectedly earnest.

"I mean it," Pansy said.

Harry felt a lump form in his throat and pulled the door shut behind him.