A/N: This is just a short sequal to The Broom Closet because someone reviewed and said they wanted one.
Ron was in shock. And the Hospital Wing. He had fainted and managed to fall on top of a mop and a bucket in the broom closet. The broom closet. He scowled. He had been trying to discover the hiding place of the Next Marauders when he had locked his sister and Draco Malfoy in a broom closet. He had come back after talking to McGonagall ("I'm telling you, I've found the headquarters of the Next Marauders!"), and unlocked the door to find his little sister snogging a Malfoy. A Malfoy! Add him to the list of guys to kill for dating his sister when he got out of the Wing.
He looked up as the doors to the Hospital Wing flew open, reveling his two best friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, his girlfriend. "Harry, 'Mione," he croaked, "did you hear about Ginny?"
"The fact that both Slytherin and Gryffindor lost a hundred points each for a display of 'betrayment of school rivalry' that happened in front of McGonagall?"
"Or the fact that Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George are all here, trying to get close enough to Malfoy to give him 'The Talk'?"
"Neither. The fact that I found Ginny and Malfoy snogging in a broom closet."
There was a silence broken only by Harry's triumphant whoop, "Hermione, that'll be ten Galleons to me!"
"What's going on?" Ron asked as Hermione dug in her pocket for the money.
"We made a bet that Ginny would snog Malfoy before the school year was up."
"I didn't actually think he'd win!" Hermione said defensively.
Ron groaned. His sister was snogging Draco Malfoy in broom closets, Harry and Hermione were betting on the former, and he could feel a migraine coming on. "I knew that I shouldn't have woken up today."