"Anyway, my mother would give me things to then gift to you to gain your affection. The flower crowns, the little wooden carvings, they were all things I gave you to get you to like me. Every time we would go to the balls our parents held for Christmas and whatnot, my mother would make our clothes match.

"I always looked back and thought about how stupid I was but it was okay because we were innocent little kids and I knew you were the most beautiful girl in the world, and then I thought about how it was all orchestrated by my mother. I would've just treated you like my friend, instead of wanting to gain your affection for the first few years of our playing together."

"When did you decide to stop?" My question reminded him of a memory by the look on his face.

"Do you remember the Summer solstice ball, when we were about 7 or 8, it was at your house?" I nodded, watching him continue to narrate. He had been staring in a point of his room, completely lost in memories. "Do you remember that boy you had brought with you?"

"It wasn't just a boy, it was Theo, my Father and his father introduced us around that age."

"Wow, I didn't know that, even to this day. That is quite funny." He paused for a moment, lost in his own mind, then he continued. "Well, I had made you a bracelet for you to wear, but I got jealous of you with the boy and I realised then that I could never feel that way about you because I never, ever wanted to lose you. So I left the bracelet in it's little drawstring bag somewhere I'm not sure where, and I left you alone that night while you had fun with him.

"But then the next morning I saw you wearing the bracelet. I knew the boy must have found it and given it to you, claiming it as his own gift, but I never told you that I had made it... until now I guess. But that was when I vowed to be your forever friend regardless of my initial... let's call it an infatuation, with you." I lifted my sleeve, a little of the mark peaking out, to reveal the bracelet that I had found in my draw just the other day and decided to put on.

"I saw you wearing it today and it reminded me of that story."

"I never knew that," I said, playing with it on my wrist. "If I did, I wonder how different my life would be."

"Our parents wouldn't hate us that's for sure."

"Why?"

"Because as soon as we'd turn eighteen we'd be married." I'd always loved the fact that I got along with guys and they were always such good friends, but right now I felt really selfish and clueless.

"Right. Thank you for being my forever friend then." I said, quoting him and he smiled to himself.

"Always Dav." I didn't know what was wrong but I knew he was dealing with one of his demons, I could see it in his eyes. I walked over to him and he flinched when I put my hand on top of his to hold it, I realised then what was bothering him.

"Draco, please don't."

"I can't help it, it makes me feel sick."

"Don't think about it." He met my eyes.

"I can't help it," he repeated, "I'm reminded when I fall asleep." I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"I don't know what to do to help you. I didn't know what to do the first time."

"You just being there helped." He smiled sarcastically, "you know, I'm still not comfortable with anyone being in my bed but you, it's crazy."

"It's not, you just don't trust anyone else." I thought about his situation and I had a very crazy idea, although I had been feeling very crazy these past several weeks anyhow. "Okay so bare with me, the root of your problem is that you don't have control, that you feel powerless against... her. Right."

"Yeah. What are you suggesting?"

"Well, I can do the magic that Astoria did on your birthday, and you can... not be powerless, and have control." I didn't want to look directly at him, and I wanted him to quickly understand what I was saying.

"I can also make you forget that it is me, so it's not weird and it's like it's really her." He looked at me now and I knew what he wanted to say and I was thankful that he chose not to mention it. It was the fact that I would know. 

"You would do that."

"I'd do anything to help you. It takes a lot of willpower to be in the same room as her and not slit her throat and watch her die, slowly."

"If I didn't know you, you would scare me." I laughed.

"Okay, just stand still and let me alter your mind so you forget about what we just spoke about, and then I'll leave and come back." He nodded, looking nervous, I stared straight into his eyes. "Draco, just remember that you have the power, you have the choice, you control what you do."

I grabbed my wand, "obliviate". Then I left him in his room.

I went into my bathroom and cast the spell, watching as my soft, dainty features turned into acute, pale features. My hair went to a short jet-black bob with bangs, and my eyes turned to a sharp blue. My body even became slender and straighter, I felt my breasts shrink too and I became a little shorter as well. I wanted to vomit so I walked out and changed into something Pansy would wear, so I didn't have to look at my new self. 

It was a short red satin dress that had cut-outs on the side, with a string criss-crossing along it; it was gifted to me as a joke from Theo when I lost my virginity, he thought it was funny, not anymore though when I punched him. It barely covered my lower area, and it sat low on my non-existent breasts. I finished the outfit, or the small piece of fabric covering me with my only pair of heels, and then I deemed myself ready, I ditched underwear, I didn't think it was very Pansy-like.

I was nervous so I took a deep breath and reminded myself why I was doing this. As I approached his door, I assumed her pug expression and knocked in a bitchy way. When he opened the door, I barged in.

"Hello Draco," I said seductively, and I smirked, my voice was now more high-pitched. He gave me a once over and it took everything in me not to buckle. I had never seen that look on his face when he's looked at me. I am Pansy, not Davina I reminded myself.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house Pansy?" he spat. I turned around and gazed at him over my shoulder. I model-walked to his bed and sat on the edge, crossing my legs and placing my hands on my thigh. It took everything in me not to scream by the way he was looking at me.

"I was lonely, and I missed you," I bit my lip and spread open my legs as I whispered, "don't you miss me Draco." He stared at me, his eyes piercing as if he was fucking me right now. Just breathe Dav, you are doing this to help him. 

"Get out." He said and I laughed over-confidently. I stood up slowly, the dress had ridden up, but I didn't bother pulling it down. I walked towards him, and I traced my finger up the side of his arm and he got goosebumps. He didn't move a muscle as I touched him, his breath hitched and all of a sudden there was fear pooling in his eyes. My heart shattered. You. Are. Pansy. 

"Don't you want to get in?" I said as I looked up at him through my eyelids. He swallowed as I then trailed my fingers down his bare torso to the hem of his joggers. I brought my hand back up and cupped his face and move his mouth towards mine, my thumb guiding over his lips as if I controlled him. I leaned towards him, and he still didn't move an inch, oh come on Draco. As soon as our lips met, I introduced tongue immediately, assuming Pansy got straight to the point. 

This really tested me.  

I remembered I had to be overpowering so I bit his bottom lip, and I turned him around and pushed him down on the bed. I got on top of him and kept kissing him as my hands roamed. I grabbed his hands that were on my waist, and I threw them off pinning them on the bed. I arched up, straddling him. I could see the trauma in his eyes, how he was losing himself, how much he didn't want this, I quickly looked away. Pansy.

 I then started to play with the hem of his joggers as I rubbed my core on him. Pride fluttered through what was left of my actual self as he grabbed me firmly and switch our positions so that he was on top of me, pinning me down. He grabbed my throat extremely tightly and got close to my face. I wasn't scared at all, in fact I was grateful I didn't have to go any further, regardless that I couldn't breathe right now. He choked me in the murderous way, not in the seductive 'I'm blocking your blood flow to get you high' way.

"Don't ever fucking touch me. You will never have me, you will never," he spat. "Get. The fuck. Out." He got off me and pushed me towards the door while he faced the other way. 

I rushed out and immediately ran into my room and to the bathroom where I vomited my guts out. Everything I just did replayed in my mind, the touching, the kissing the way he looked at me when I first walked in. 

I finally finished spewing and I cleaned up, magically covering the bruises around my throat. I changed back to myself and took off the dress and heals, chucking back on Mat's top and my shorts. I made sure to burn the dress.

I laid on the bed, thinking about what just happened. It was convenient that he had no idea it was me, it made it easier to keep it to myself. He now knocked on my door. I got up and tried to act as normal as possible as I opened it. I am Davina. 

"Draco, what are you doing up?" His eyes were watery.

"I um, I just, Pansy was just here, and she tried to-"

"What did she do? That fucking whore what did she-" I said, pretending.

"No, she tried to, but I stopped her, I fought back, and it worked. I did it." A tear fell now, and I hugged him tightly.

"I knew you could. I'm proud of you Draco." As we pulled away, he looked at me suspiciously.

"You told me you were going to sleep." When I erased his memory before I didn't want to erase the conversations we had, so I made up a conversation where I left his room to go sleep on my own.

"I tried, but he was always here with me," I said, half making up a story, because technically it was true.

"Come on."

He drew circles in my back again and as always, I fell soundly asleep.