"TEN!" chanted the crowd.

"Get away from me, Parkinson," muttered Harry.

"NINE!"

"Oh yeah? Whatcha going to do if I don't, Potter?"

"EIGHT!"

"I'm sure Malfoy wouldn't be too pleased if he heard you were spending tonight next to me."

"SEVEN!"

"Draco is off snogging Daphne in the common room," snarled Pansy.

"SIX!"

"Stop putting emphasis on names, Parkinson," smirked Harry.

"FIVE!"

"Don't copy me, Potter, or you'll be wearing my red thong, next," Pansy smiled at him.

"FOUR!"

"You're wearing a red thong?"

"THREE!"

Pansy poked out her bum, "See, Potter?"

"TWO!"

"Er, yes, I, er -"

"ONE!"

"Happy New Year, Potter, see you around sometime," Pansy winked at him and skipped off.