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A Risk Worth Taking

Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger didn't often agree on much. But when they did, it usually meant something serious was happening.

And today, that "something serious" was the unbearable tension between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

For weeks now, Pansy had been watching Draco practically trip over himself every time Harry so much as glanced in his direction. The once effortlessly smooth and composed Draco Malfoy had been reduced to a flustered, awkward mess whenever Harry was around, and it was starting to drive Pansy up the wall.

Meanwhile, Hermione had been noticing the same thing with Harry. Whenever Draco entered the room, Harry would go tense, his cheeks would flush, and he'd inevitably start staring at Draco like he was the only other person in the world. The worst part? Both boys seemed completely oblivious to how painfully obvious their mutual pining was. It was infuriating.

So, after yet another awkward interaction between Harry and Draco during lunch-one that ended with Harry nearly dropping his drink and Draco muttering something incoherent-Pansy and Hermione decided to take matters into their own hands.

"It's getting ridiculous," Pansy said, arms crossed, as she cornered Hermione outside the library. "We have to do something. Draco's been in love with Potter for months, and I swear if he doesn't figure out how to talk to him soon, I'm going to hex him myself."

Hermione sighed, nodding in agreement. "Believe me, I know how you feel. Harry's been a mess around Draco lately. He's constantly blushing, stumbling over his words-he's completely hopeless. And neither of them seems to have a clue about how the other feels."

Pansy raised an eyebrow, a devious smile spreading across her face. "So, what do you say, Granger? Shall we give them a little push?"

Hermione hesitated for only a moment before matching Pansy's grin. "What do you have in mind?"

That's how, two days later, Draco and Harry found themselves locked in an unused classroom on the seventh floor of Hogwarts, completely unaware that it was a setup.

It had been too easy for Pansy and Hermione to manipulate the situation-getting Draco to "accidentally" cross paths with Harry on his way back from the library, and then getting them both into the classroom before slamming the door shut behind them.

The lock clicked into place, and before either of them could react, Pansy's voice rang out from the other side of the door. "Good luck, boys. We'll let you out when you figure out how to sort this mess out."

Draco rushed to the door, pounding on it with his fists. "Parkinson, what the hell? Let us out!"

Harry, standing awkwardly in the center of the room, blinked in confusion. "What... what's going on?"

Pansy's laughter was muffled through the door. "You'll figure it out, Malfoy. And don't worry, Granger's got her wand on the door too, so you're not getting out until we decide you've made some progress."

Draco groaned, leaning his head against the door in frustration. "This is absurd."

"Completely," Hermione's voice added, calm and determined. "But necessary. You two need to talk."

"Or kill each other," Pansy added cheerfully. "We're willing to risk either outcome."

With that, the sound of their footsteps faded, leaving Harry and Draco alone in the room, the silence between them growing thick and uncomfortable.

Harry shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "So... this is weird."

Draco turned around, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Harry. "Weird doesn't even begin to cover it, Potter."