Parvati's body is warm on a winter's evening. That, Parvati tells herself, is the only reason. Parvati is warm and Draco isn't. And when Parvati says something you don't like, it's much easier to ignore than with Draco, who will make such a fuss until he's noticed.

Parvati knows when to kiss slowly, and when to rush ahead. With Draco, it's the same. Not that Pansy minds, of course. She likes to know what's coming. It's easier.

Parvati smells like a girl, and has a smug grin, though not like Draco's. Parvati's gossip is boring. Her taste in clothers is horrid. She is stuck up, horribly so, playing hard-to-get, wanting to make Pansy beg. Pansy swears she won't. But she does.

Pansy vows to never touch Parvati again. Pansy breaks her promises to herself. It's seventh year and the fight with the Dark Lord is at it's peak. Pansy makes a decision as the Mark burns into her arm. And a promise to kill is not one you can break. Pansy keeps her promise and is rewarded by the Dark Lord. And the tears that burn her eyes are those of happiness.