All The Pretty Little Horses

Author: Rhapsody

Chapter Summery: Ron gets pissed off at the world, Draco gets pissed off at the world, Hermione gets pissed off at the world. But on the bright side, Ginny and Hermione look at pretty clothes :-)

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Note: This story was written before the release of Order of the Pheonix. It does not reflect OotP canon and any characters appearing from OotP may not be in character.

"Yeah, I believe Draco and Hermione will want some alone time." Cypris laughed.

"See you, then." And with that Ginny turned down the corridor and left to go tell Hermione that she had delivered the message, and ask Hermione what she knew about Cypris Moon.

Chapter 4

About To Blow Out

Ginny and Hermione got ready to go see Draco after dinner. Hermione tried to compose herself more by charming her hair so it wasn't so bushy. Ginny even did her make-up. Hermione sat on her bed looking at Ginny in dismay.

Ginny glanced at Hermione and frowned. "What's wrong Herm? I can tell when you don't feel right."

"I don't know… going through all this just to impress him, why should I need to impress him?"

"Because he's a boy. If he reacts to you differently when you're all fancied up then we'll know if he's serious or just trying to screw up your life."

"Why are you always right, Ginny?"

"I'm not, you just think I am. Anyways, you can't just wear those robes, you need something like this!" Ginny said, pulling out a green satin dress.

"Where… did you get this?" Hermione asked in shock, fingering the delicate satin and running her fingers across the bottom hem that was lined with little gems.

"Let's just say I found a load of expensive looking fabric in the attic one time when I was up there to try and get the ghoul to shut up. I decided to take up sewing as a hobby." Ginny flashed a smile.

Hermione laughed, "You are a genius, but I'm not sure about green…"

"Not to worry." Ginny flashed another smile and opened her trunk. She began pulling out extravagant-looking dresses and dress robes. Hermione dug into the pile and started trying them on behind the dressing screen that was newly added to the room.

After Hermione had moved in, Ginny decided that they needed to add some extra commodities to the plain room. There had already been 2 beds, a sink, and a toilet, but that was about it. Ginny somehow magicked up a full-length mirror, a dressing screen, and two wardrobes which they didn't have time to fill.

Hermione stepped out from behind the screen wearing a black silky dress. It was strapless and very simply designed. It ran down to her knees and there was a slit up the side. Hermione looked in the mirror.

"Wow, this really makes me look pale. I look… dead. Plus, it doesn't go with my hair. What do you think?"

"I think you should try this one." Ginny tossed her an off-the-shoulder cerulean floor-length dress. Hermione took it behind the screen and tossed the black one back out to Ginny. who flicked her wand and hung it in the wardrobe.

A few moments later, Hermione stepped out. The sleeves were long and they overlapped onto part of her hands. The dress fit her perfectly and made her look stunning. Hermione gasped at herself in the mirror. She swept her hand down the silky blue fabric and smiled meekly. She looked questioningly at Ginny. Ginny examined her for a minute before speaking.

"It looks fabulous on you, but… it almost seems like overkill for just meeting someone to talk. It looks like what you'd wear to a dinner party or a banquet. It makes you look overtly rich, um, like you're flaunting your money."

"Yeah, I agree. Can we downsize a little bit?"

Ginny dug through the pile again and produced another blue dress, one that was powder blue. It took only moments for Hermione to change and when she stepped out and looked in the mirror she couldn't help but grin. It had thin straps and was knee length. There was a hem right below the breast line and it highlighted her gentle curves.

"It's beautiful! How can you sew like this, Ginny?"

"With practice. I'd show you the first dress I ever did, but I don't think I could look at it without puking. You look really good… it's just missing something, hold on…"

Ginny began digging again and Hermione was reminded of Olivanders and spending hours finding the right wand. It seemed like it was taking hours to find the right dress. Ginny gave Hermione a dusty lavender dress to try. It was floor length and there were no hems between the neck and the bottom. It was backless and it laced up. Hermione slid it on and had Ginny tie it for her. She examined herself in the mirror. When she returned her gaze to Ginny, Ginny was smiling with delight.

"It's perfect!"

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After dinner, Ginny and a more composed Hermione stood near the entrance hall waiting for Draco. Ginny wore a forest green dress that had made Hermione look "washed out". Hermione wore her purple cloak (Ginny had repaired it from the chair incident in the morning) and Ginny was clad in a black cloak.

After the crowd had left the Great Hall, Draco stepped out of the shadows and into view; he had Cypris with him. She, of course, was dressed relatively similarly to how Ginny and Hermione were. Draco looked Hermione up and down, and he smiled.

"Hello 'Mione, my sweet, you look quite pretty tonight. Hello, Jenny."

"It's Ginny!" Ginny glared at him.

"Oh whatever. I believe you wanted to talk to me, 'Mione." He turned to address Hermione, who met him with silence.

"Draco, that is so rude! I feel like your mother having to teach you manners! What an outrage. I'd understand you addressing Ginny like that if she were some low-income beggar girl asking for your money, but really." Cypris looked at Draco in disgust.

"Now Cypris, you know I didn't mean to offend---"

"I don't care what you meant. Apologize to Ginny."

"Sorry Weaslette. There it's done. Now why don't you two leave us alone? 'Mione needed to talk to me, and I believe she wanted privacy."

Hermione finally spoke, "Ginny stays. She," Hermione motioned to Cypris, "will leave. How about that?"

"Oh, I don't care, I was just hoping to talk to you in private, without any distractions." Draco said sharply, obviously aiming the remark at Ginny and Cypris.

Ginny wanted to leave anyways and she looked to Hermione who nodded showing it was okay to go.

"I'll leave you two to whatever you were planning to do, and I'll meet you in the common room later Hermione." Ginny said. She left with Cypris too, so Draco and Hermione could be alone, but little did they know they were not alone, they were being watched...

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Ginny and Cypris began climbing stairs. Ginny was trying to get away from Cypris but Cypris would not stop following her. Ginny turned down horrible halls with sticky goop on the floors. She was sure Cypris would not approve of getting the junk on her shoes, but this proved to no avail. Cypris followed and was chattering endlessly. Ginny gave up and started walking towards Gryffindor tower in hopes of shaking Cypris off that way.

"Draco is so rude sometimes!" Cypris said rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I know…" Ginny remarked. She obviously wasn't in the mood to talk to the high maintenance Slytherin girl at the moment.

"I can't believe he would dare insult you like that. You are obviously of a honorable high-class pureblood family, judging from your clothing."

"Sure, whatever. I think I'm going to go, I'm not in the mood to chat."

"Aren't you feeling well?"

"I feel a bit queasy." Ginny lied she trotted off pompously towards the Gryffindor tower. She looked back momentarily at Cypris as she entered the portrait hole. Cypris had turned to leave and was descending the staircase back to the dungeons.

It's sad, Ginny thought to herself, she isn't very bright, or is she just pretending to be dumb around me so I let my guard down. Alas Cypris, you poor misinformed soul, you do not know Ginny Weasley. I would die before I let you worm your way into my trust.

She ran back up to her room and grabbed some homework. She took it down to the couch in the common room and began her Arithmancy. She skimmed the notes she had taken in class that day. The homework was to pick two people from another house and use Arithmancy to decipher their true personality. Ginny smiled inwardly. Two people from another house. Who better to do than Draco Malfoy and Cypris Moon?

Ginny sat there for a moment contemplating what Hermione might be saying to Malfoy right now. That she loved him? That she hated him? Ginny didn't have any idea. She didn't understand what Hermione saw in him, a Slytherin who just 5 years ago was wishing her death. Yes, he may be the hottest guy in school, but seriously, he was Malfoy! Muggle-hating, pureblood, evil Malfoy!

Ginny stood up and began walking back to her room to get some scratch paper for her Arithmancy. Ginny kept walking along until she bumped into, or rather walked through, Nearly Headless Nick. Cold flooded her body. She shivered violently and made eye contact with the ghost.

"Oh hullo Ginny!"

"Hi, umm, I'm sorry that I…"

"Oh not to worry, not to worry, my dear, happens all the time!" Sir Nick appeared very happy.

"Well, I need to finish my homework, I'll see you later Nick." Ginny said, and walked up the stairs glumly. She was starting worry about why Malfoy would be trying to "cuddle up" with Hermione.

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Hermione turned on Draco and immediately began interrogating him. She wanted answers and she wanted them immediately. Not that she could trust that what he was telling her was the truth, but knowing the partial truth was better than not knowing anything.

"Ok, Malfoy, what's up with this kissing me thing? And since when have I been 'your sweet'?"

"I'm just trying to give you what you want…" He smiled thinly

"I never said I wanted you to kiss me and ruin my relationship with Ron! And get Harry all worried about me! I've even pulled Ginny into this!" Hermione flushed red with anger.

"Then what do you want?"

"Why the hell does it matter?"

"You have to talk to me, my sweet 'Mione. Tell me what you want, and you know I will give it to you!"

"I want you to stay away from me!"

"Are you sure that's what you really want, because…" Draco trailed off and turned to start walking away.

"No! Wait! I didn't mean…" Hermione frowned at her own stupidity. This was exactly what he wanted her to do and she knew it, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to just ignore him and ignore what was between them.

"What is it, dearest?"

"I want… I want…"

Hermione hesitated and looked into his seductive eyes. She wanted him and they both knew it. He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. The fireworks started again. She felt almost drunk but she finally knew what she had to do. She had to tell him, she had no choice, there they were in the entrance hall making out and she hadn't even told him anything yet. She knew he wouldn't fulfill his end of their little bargain until she admitted it. She pulled away from Malfoy.

"Draco, I want… you."

"I always knew you did, 'Mione, as I told you."

"But no one must know. If anyone finds out you're dead. I'll kill you myself if I have to." She felt stupid threatening him but she knew it had to be done.

"Let's go find somewhere more private, 'Mione." Draco smiled at her with the same smile. She followed him down some stairs. They raced through a dark corridor and Hermione felt her heart racing. She wanted this and she was going to get it. It was comforting and yet disturbing. But at the moment it didn't matter all that mattered was that she wanted to be kissing Draco.

He muttered a password and pulled open the door to the Slytherin common. Her gaze met a cold dank room. She didn't like the feel of it and she hoped this wasn't his idea of a private place.

"The Slytherin common room." Draco declared, motioning around the room.

"Lovely…" Hermione said sarcastically.

"Not to your liking? Okay, then, the rest of the Slytherins will be returning from dinner soon, anyways. They're all too daft to know the shortcut. It's depressing that we can have a conversation and get here faster than them. Hmm, where to go? Why not my bedroom? How does that sound?" Draco began climbing a narrow staircase. He pulled open a door that said "Malfoy" on it.

"Is this your private room?" Hermione asked him.

"Why, yes, don't you have your own room?" He asked cockily.

"I share a room with Ginny."

"Ahh, I see." He motioned for her to enter the room. She stepped in ahead of him and looked around.

The room had stone walls with a tapestry hanging over the north wall. His bed had green velvet hangings, almost identical to the crimson ones that hung on her own bed. He had a wardrobe and a bathroom like her, and he had a desk, a small fireplace, and a bookshelf.

Draco locked the door and approached Hermione slowly. Her heart began to beat faster with every step he took. Her mind started going over thoughts she had pondered over before. Was this love? Or was it just lust? Did she really care about him? Or did she just like him because she wanted a snog? She didn't know the answers to any of those questions but they were all forced out of her mind as his lips met hers and they began to kiss passionately.

Hermione felt like she had lost all ability to move. And then she realized she had. Draco stepped back and quickly pulled out his wand and countercursed her. She stood up and looked at the figure that had cast the spell. Pansy Parkinson.

"You stupid little Gryffindor Mudblood bitch! He's mine! Why are you trying to steal my Draco!?!" Pansy yelled.

Hermione stepped away from Draco in disgust. She spit and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Then she pulled out her wand and did the leglocker curse on Malfoy.

"I can't believe you! First you kiss me while I have a boyfriend, then you kiss me when you have a girlfriend! You sick son of a bitch!" Hermione yelled at him and stormed out his room.

"Thank you, Pansy," Draco glared at her, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You're welcome, darling." Pansy said, staring after Hermione avidly, obviously not picking up the sarcasm.

Draco un-cursed himself, and then he turned on Pansy.

"You little whore, you really love screwing with my love life, don't you! It was pertinent that she'd FALL IN LOVE WITH ME! Then you come strolling in like you own the place and get her pissed off with me! Do you know what, Pansy? You were never anything more than a toy to me. I told you I loved you all those times to get you in the sac. I LIED TO YOU! And guess what!? I not only snogged Hermione today, but I slept with Cypris last night! I am done with you Pansy! Cypris was right: you probably did SLEEP WITH SNAPE! Now leave or I'll hex you, tie you up, and lock you in a closet with my pet vulture!"

Draco was pale; he never reddened with anger like most people did. Pansy just stood there staring at him in disbelief. Then suddenly she burst out crying.

"Y-y-you l-lied t-to me? Y-you said you l-l-l-loved me…" Pansy shuddered.

"Well, I never did, and I never will, now go." Draco said, shutting the door in her face and walking over to his desk to write a letter to Hermione explaining.

As she left he had gotten the oddest sensation. It was displeasing. Like someone had pulled a plug and the life all drained out of him like water out of a bathtub. What was wrong with him? Why should he give a lick what Granger thinks? Unless… no, he wouldn't even dare think about that possibility.

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Ron had stood behind a staircase watching Malfoy and Hermione talk. They were so close, what was going on between them? He adjusted a pair of omniculars to focus more on them; he couldn't hear what they were saying. He continued to watch and was horrified to see Malfoy leaning in and kissing her! How dare he touch Hermione like that! He focused in on the expression on Hermione's face; she liked it! She was kissing him back! His heart felt like someone had ripped it out and flushed it down Moaning Myrtle's toilet. He sunk to the ground head in his hands. Why hadn't she just told him she didn't like him? Why did she have to leave it to this? Leave him to find her snogging with his worst enemy in the entrance hall? 'What a slut! What a cheating, little slut! he thought. He would think of some way to get back at her for what she did to him.

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Ginny had out scratch paper and at the top was scribbled: "C Y P R I S M O O N = 3 7 7 9 9 1 4 6 6 5". There was some figuring and then it read "Character # 3, Heart # 4, Social # 9" Ginny pulled out a reference book and used it to attempt to decipher her findings.

She skimmed the listing for 3 and found the parts she was looking for and read them aloud. "Threes are often lucky, easygoing, rich, and highly successful, but they can also be unfocused, easily offended, and superficial."

She scribbled down that Cypris was lucky for her good looks, was rich, easily offended because of the ordeal with Malfoy, and superficial, very superficial. She was about to move onto the heart number in hopes of discovering the inner world of Cypris when Ron rushed into the room and bumped into her.

"Ouch, Ron! Whatcha do that for?" Ginny looked into his sad eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Hermione and Malfoy are… are…" He crumpled like a rag doll and broke down crying. Ginny felt terrible seeing he brother cry, of course, and guilt spread over her for encouraging Hermione to go talk to Draco. Ginny patted her brother's shoulder.

"Oh Ron, you know she would never try to hurt you!"

"Then why wouldn't she tell me? Why did she just have to run off with Malfoy like that?"

"Ron she told me what happened, in Potions…"

"YOU KNEW?!?" Ron suddenly burst out.

"Hermione is my best…"

"I hate you, Ginny! You knew and you didn't even tell your own brother!"

Rage filled him and he stormed away, plotting against both Hermione and Ginny now. They both planned this, my own sister plotting against me! How dare she!

Ginny sat there, astonished. She had just been trying to help people and now look what happened. She scowled. If Hermione hadn't had to run off with that retarded git Malfoy this never would have happened!

Just then the portrait hole burst open and Hermione came in, looking rather disheveled and extremely angry.

"Oh hullo Ginny!" she said irritably, "I'm terribly tired so I think I'll just be off to bed now!"

"Umm, Hermione," Ginny looked guilty and nervous. "Ron knows."

Hermione spun around and stared, "What?"

"Ron saw you and Draco snogging in the entrance hall." Ginny looked at her shoes, she was terribly guilty.

"What!" Hermione was furious.

"He… he…" Ginny noticed some dirt on her shoe and started rubbing the toes of her left shoe on the carpet.

"It's all your fault!" Hermione screamed at her. "If you hadn't suggested that I go talk to him, Ron would never have known and now he hates me. Thank you very much Ginny! Goodbye!"

Hermione turned and ran off to the dorm. Ginny heard the door lock. Well, I guess I'll be sleeping out here tonight, she thought glumly.

Ginny turned back to her homework but she wasn't really concentrating. She felt empty, like she was only half there. She absentmindedly wrote down numbers and letters forgetting what it all meant. She sighed, gave up, and sat staring at a random spot on the wall.

Ron came down to the common room at about midnight, and saw that Ginny was sitting on the couch. She had pulled off her shoes and socks and was trying to keep warm by the fire in the fireplace.

"I can't believe you, Ginny!" Ron looked slightly purple, and his eyes were vaguely popping out of his head. "You don't care though do you? You have no respect! I'm your brother, for shit's sake! But no! 'Ron doesn't matter, he's just my brother!' Is that what you think! You're just as bad as that little whore, Hermione!"

He stormed out of the common room, once again, and he bumped into April and Megan. The two girls saw the angry expression on Ron's face and quickly got out of the way. Ron left, and April turned to Ginny and looked at the sad expression on her face.

"Umm… Ginny? What's wrong, hun?"

"Nothing..." Ginny smiled weakly, trying to cover up the insane amount of guilt she felt.

"You would not believe it! April and I were in the corridors on our way back from Astrology and we got lost, and we ran into this gargoyle thing and we fell through it!"

"And it turned out to be McGonagall's private office! And then Meg was like 'Is anyone in here? I'm sorry if we're interrupting' and nobody answered."

"And you know how Madam Hooch retired last year and we had no one to teach flying or ref Quidditch?"

"Yeah…" Ginny was interested now. Whenever she thought of Quidditch she thought of Harry, and she liked thinking about Harry.

"So Meg and I were in there and we heard Professor McGonagall talking to Dumbledore and they were talking about Quidditch…"

"And you would NEVER guess who's coming back to Hogwarts to teach Quidditch?"

Ginny laughed. "If it's Oliver Wood, Lizzie will be so mad!"

"Nope, it's someone else's brother…"

"You mean brothers, Meg…"

"Fine, brothers, and stop calling me Meg or I'll call you Ape!"

"Okay… Meg-an!"

"Anyway, they're the two hottest guys in the world!"

Ginny looked between April and Megan and laughed. "You can't mean Fred and George!"

Their smiles widened.

"Uh huh!" nodded April. Ginny's smile faded. Just what she needed, Fred and George around to bug her about still liking Harry, and Hermione and Ron mad at her. April and Megan left to go up to the dorm and Ginny came up with an excuse why she couldn't go up. The guilt was starting to turn into worry. Her life was not looking up.

--1/2 an hour later--

It was 12:30. Ginny still sat in the common room alone; she highly doubted she'd be getting any sleep that night. She didn't dare go back up to her dorm. She could tell Hermione wasn't asleep, and she didn't want to get injured. When Hermione got into a bad mood it was best to avoid her. Something came into the common room, as the portrait of the Fat Lady swooped open, alerting her. She turned to look at who was coming in, but Ginny couldn't see anything. She blinked and stared. A whoosh of fabric and someone -Harry -- threw off his invisibility cloak and emptied his pockets, which were full of sweets, onto a table.

"Oh hullo Ginny, I was just getting something to eat."

"Looks like you could feed 20 Quidditch teams with that amount of food." She smiled weakly.

"Why are you still out here this late?"

"Oh… umm, well… umm, Hermione's in kind of a bad mood…" Ginny didn't want to explain the whole situation to Harry, but she ended up telling him anyway. By the time she was done, tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, Ginny, I'm so sorry. It's not your fault though, I was the one who split them up, anyway… please don't cry!"

"But I did, Harry, I did! And now Ron and Hermione both hate me!" She cried harder and Harry wrapped his arms around her.

She could hear his steady heartbeat. She felt her tears stop and her heart raced. She could feel herself blushing. Ginny looked into Harry's emerald green eyes.

"Harry, I love you."

Harry pulled her closer to him, he couldn't believe it. Ginny Weasley loved him. He had always felt a strong love for her. Not a brotherly love, something deeper… he just had never thought of it as love… until now. He kissed her softly on the lips and looked at her pretty hair.

"I love you too, Ginny."

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Hermione paced her room. She had been pacing for a few hours but she didn't notice. Her mind was racing at hyper speed. Ron knew. Malfoy was with Pansy. Pansy hated her. She had blown up at Ginny. A tinge of guilt tugged at her stomach. She realized the door was still locked and Ginny had nowhere else to sleep. She quickly unlocked the door and walked down the stairs and into the common room.

"Ginny?" Hermione said quietly. When she got no answer, she then said louder, "Hello, Ginny… ?"

She turned on the lights and noticed that the room was empty, but there was food on the table that previously wasn't there. She knew there was only one person who could've gotten the food: Harry. A smile played at her lips as she thought about Ginny getting the opportunity to sleep in the boy's dorm. Her smile widened as she thought of how much Ginny liked Harry. Hermione thought back to when Ginny was dating Colin Creevy. He had asked her out because he was expecting quiet little Ginny. The one thing about Ginny that very few people knew was that once she felt comfortable with someone, she let loose and she was wild.

Hermione laughed and walked back upstairs, her mind playing at the idea of getting Ginny, but she thought against it. She opened the door to her and Ginny's dorm and laid down in her soft bed. It was almost 2:00 and she was horribly tired from the stressful day she had had. She slowly drifted off into the land of sleep

Hermione could tell she was at the edge of one of those dreams again. She had the same strange feeling as she had every time she dreamt like this. She saw a scene below her. It was Draco and Ginny… but where was she? She slowly felt herself sinking into the dream. It was like watching a film, where you aren't there, yet you feel like you are…

*** Ginny felt like she was being pulled through a portkey. In an instant she felt herself land back on stable ground. Surrounding her was a huge Muggle city. She looked around in awe. It was amazing. Then she noticed who was standing next to her, Draco Malfoy.

"What did you do, Weasley?" He gave her a piercing stare as he questioned her.

"Nothing, Draco." She shot back at him, glaring.

He was taken aback, no one ever called him by his first name. He didn't say anything so Ginny continued.

"I believe it was a transport spell. Hermione was carrying one and before we were transported I heard breaking glass. It was a lo---" Ginny suddenly stopped. Hermione had explained the spell to her. It would bring you to your soul mate… no, it couldn't be Malfoy. She took on look at him and dismissed the thought.

He gave her a look of disgust. "Yes, count on Mudblood Granger to screw up my perfectly good day."

Ginny stepped closer to him. "We are stranded in a Muggle city and remember, you were disarmed, but that doesn't mean I don't have my wand. I suggest you not insult my friends or I might just have to put a severe hex on you!" She turned to leave.

"You can't just leave me here, Weasley!"

"Says who! You don't have your Daddy here to help you now!" And with that she turned on her heel and left.

Ginny felt herself drawn towards a large building with music playing loudly inside. She stopped and looked at herself. She was wearing a pink sweater and an old denim skirt. She had her school robes draped over her shoulders. She was also getting stares from passing Muggles.

It was dark out, so she ducked behind a tree and quickly transfigured her clothes into a short blue mini skirt and a black tank top. She shortened her robes so they looked like a coat. She looked down at her shoes and sighed. They were old brown tennis shoes. She noticed a store at the corner of the road where Draco was still standing in shock. She pointed her wand at the window and muttered the summoning charm. A pair of black knee high boots flew through the window, shattering it, and landed by her feet. She slid them on and tossed her tennis shoes into a bush.

She walked up the sidewalk towards the building, which she figured to be a house, and knocked on the door. A girl with pink hair, wearing a cut-off t-shirt that said "I Love NYC!" and flared jeans answered the door.

"Hi!" She smiled happily, "Are you here for the party?"

Ginny decided she had nothing to lose. "Yeah, I'm Ginny."

"Oh my god! I love your accent!" the pink haired American girl said.

She led Ginny through the door and introduced to her a few people. After a few minutes, Ginny found herself standing with a group.. She looked over to her left and caught the eye of a blond boy. He smiled at her. She felt herself blush and she turned to a girl with cherry-red hair, named Anju, who was standing next to her.

"Who's that?" Ginny motioned towards the boy.

"Oh, that's Yukito. He has an older brother Nataku, Nataku is Sakura's boyfriend." Anju answered pointing towards the pink haired girl who had let Ginny in, she talked with the air of someone very important.

"Ok, that's Sakura with the pink hair?"

"Yeah, and that's Keoshi standing next to her, with the dreadlocks."

Ginny nodded, trying to remember the names of the people she had just met. She looked over and noticed Anju had walked away and was now whispering something to Keoshi. Keoshi laughed and turned to Ginny.

"Ginny, come here!" She grabbed her by the arm and they went into a large bathroom. Sakura and Anju followed them..

Keoshi had brown hair, in dreadlocks, and was dressed in baggy pants and a shirt that said "Turn Me On" with a picture of a car underneath it. He turned and looked Ginny in the eyes quizzically.

Keoshi began talking very quickly, "What's wrong? I can always tell when someone feels out of place. Where did you come from, anyways?"

Ginny frowned. She suddenly wished Colin was there, or at least that blond boy. "You wouldn't understand, you're a Muggle. I mean, umm, never mind." She stopped suddenly.

Anju and Keoshi both smiled suddenly, but it was Anju who spoke. "I knew it! You're a witch!"

Ginny's eyes opened in shock. "H-how did you know?"

"Oh, come on, I'm not stupid. Plus, calling me a Muggle kind of blew your cover!" Anju said, and laughed as she pulled out her wand to lock the door.

Ginny smiled, "Then you can help me…"

"With what?" Anju asked. "Does it involve lighting things on fire?"

Keoshi frowned at Anju. "No, it does not involve starting things on fire. Nothing ever involves starting things on fire. I don't see why you always ask!"

"Camping!" Anju said triumphantly, "That involves lighting things a fire."

"You can't be trusted with fire, anyways." Keoshi replied.

"You should talk," Sakura interjected. "If I recall, you were the one who started an entire book of matches on fire and melted a hole in my couch."

"Fine," Keoshi said, "Anyways, what was it you were saying Ginny?"

Ginny started magically doing her hair into a high bun and began to explain about Hermione's love spell. She was just transfiguring her skirt again when someone barged through the door.

"What the hell?" Sakura screeched.

Anju and Keoshi looked at each other and simultaneously said, "Oh shit!"***

Hermione woke up with a start and shook her head involuntarily. She had managed to even get Ginny in trouble with her stupidity. She scolded herself. She pulled out her dairy and wrote down what had happened. As she wrote she pondered over what was causing these weird dreams. She had just finished writing and was about to blow out the candle on her bedside table when she heard a click and a dark cloaked figure stepped through the door.

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