Anyways, I don't own HP, for any of those who need to know.

And this isn't MMTR, just so you know.

I'm really sorry for reposting, I hope it isn't against the rules, but somehow the first paragraph of text got deleted because it was in italics, it's just Minnie's daydream.

Thanks, sorry and please review, Mouse.


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It is midnight. The glassy surface of the lake reflects the light of the moon. Silhouetted against the mirror of the lake are two dark-haired figures, walking hand in hand, a boy and a girl. The girl stumbles on a tree root, almost falling before the boy catches her. In one fluid motion he brings her close to his chest. They lean in, closer and closer...

"Miss McGonagall!" The Transfiguration professor's voice startled Minnie out of her daydreams so suddenly that her elbow slid off her desk and landed squarely with her funny bone on the metal joiner. Wincing and clutching her elbow, she hesitatingly looked up to face the wrath of her professor.

"Do you care to share what is so interesting out that window with the class?" Her mind reeled-lake, midnight, romantic, she was just about to kiss... She was in Transfiguration class! She had missed almost an entire lesson's worth of notes! Professor Dumbledore was still waiting for her to answer, as well as the rest of the class. Minnie opened her mouth to utter one of her world famous lies, so useful for getting out of trouble when caught with a prank, but she knew that no lie, however good, would get her out of trouble with Professor Dumbledore. His piercing eyes saw every falsehood. It was like being x-rayed, but worse, as he seemed to know your very thoughts. Remembering her thoughts a moment ago, Minnie blushed crimson and began to hide herself behind the stack of books on her desk as though it would shield her from the mind-reading rays of her Transfiguration Professor.

Luckily for her, the bell for lunch rang at the very moment Dumbledore seemed to be about to say something. Minnie gathered up her books, face burning and elbow sore. People passing her by gave her funny looks. She was, after all, the Transfiguration genius, the teacher's pet, and the class clown all in one. It wasn't like her to blush and daydream.

Her best friend and partner in crime Sara Davis caught up with her at the door. Swinging her eye-catching mane of blonde hair behind her, Sara gave her an all-knowing look.

"So, who is it?" she asked with a grin. Sara was a bit boy crazy and caught up in her own and her friends' love lives. However, she had a pretty vivacious love life while Minnie had none, so she grabbed whatever she could.

"What d'you mean?" asked Minnie, feigning ignorance with a returning grin. Sara rolled her eyes, a really annoying habit of hers.

"Please. You weren't checking for rogue Bloogers or whatever, staring out of the window like that," Minnie winced. Sara had no knowledge of Quidditch whatsoever.

"Bludgers,"

"Whatever. So, anyways, Dan Holder is kinda hot, but he's a Hufflepuff, and kinda dull. He's a good kisser though," Sara was actually a mastermind at Herbiology, but reverted back to dumb-blonde ways whenever boys were mentioned.

"Spare me the gory details, it's just before lunch," said Minnie, laughing. She had, however distracted Sara from her questioning of Minnie's non-existent love life as they headed down to the Great Hall. Coincidentally, a group of Slytherin sixth years passed them on their way to the dungeons. At their head, like the conductor of a mismatched band, was a striking sixteen-year old with black hair and grey eyes. Following him were the misfits of Hogwarts-the bullies, the bullied, the nerds, the idiots. Minnie fought not to follow Tom Riddle with her eyes as he swept his posse out of the Great Hall.

"Oh, hmm. A Slytherin, hnm? Tom Riddle. He's good looking, keeps to himself and his friends, though. If you can call them friends, they're more like his clan...or clique or gang or something. You can do better than him," Sara gave the basic once-over as Minnie's face burned once again. She looked at her feet very hard as she swung into the wooden benches of the Great Hall.

"Blasphemy, Sara! A Slytherin!" said Minnie lightly, scooping mashed potatoes. "Speaking of them, what are we doing this weekend? I mean, after we win the match, of course."

"Knock wood," said Sara with a straight face, rapping on the worn wooden table.

At that moment, Olive Hornby slid into the table across from Minnie and Sara. The slightly annoying girl was a year above Minnie and Sara, and had a nose somewhat higher than a normal person's, though that might be due to the fact that she had it pointing to the ceiling all the time and a head full of badly permed and dyed orange hair.

"Hello, Sara," she said imperially, addressing the more popular person and ignoring Minnie completely.

"Hi, Olive," said Minnie brightly, carving a path in her mashed potatoes. She loved to annoy Olive, who hated her for no apparent reason. Olive sniffed disdainfully, a feat that made her nostrils, which were in full view to Minnie and the rest of the school, flare, showing rather long nose hairs.

"So, Sara," she continued. "Us sixth years are having a party in one of the empty rooms after the match. Invitation only, of course," Olive gave a nasal laugh. "But we thought you'd like to come. You can bring your little friend." She gave Minnie a piercing glare, the effect of which was slightly lessened by the fact that one of her eyes was blocked out by her nose.

Minnie and Sara exchanged a look. On one side, going to sixth year party hosted by Olive was a huge thing. On the other hand, the House parties in the Common Room were a lot more fun. However, they had no alcoholic drinks, and seeing snobby people drunk was always funny. Not to mention pranks and of course-spiking the punch.

"Sure," said Minnie, and received another sniff in reply.

"We'll come," said Sara.

"Good," said Olive. She smiled oily, showing rather pointy teeth. "Oh, there's Moaning Myrtle. Ugh." With another sniff she departed, swinging a wide berth around Myrtle, who looked on the verge of tears.

"Hmm," said Minnie thoughtfully, putting a carrot window on her mashed-potato castle. "There's a charm to grow someone's nose hairs in ringlets. It'd match her gosh-awful perm." Sara laughed, then stopped rather suddenly as Myrtle, who had slid into the seat that Olive had so pompously vacated gave her a look of personal hurt.

"Nobody cares about me," said Myrtle with a sniffle. She looked at Minnie as if Minnie had personally declared her heartless wishes against her. Minnie gave Sara slightly panicked look. She wasn't great at cheering people up.

"Of course people care about you, Myrtle!" said Minnie, though she really couldn't think of an example.

"Nobody does, and you know it!" wailed Myrtle, tears dripping down from behind her thick glasses. "I could kill myself and nobody would ca-re-are..."

Myrtle dissolved in thick sobs, her head hidden under her arms. Sara patted her hand gingerly.

"Don't say that, Myrtle," said Minnie in what she supposed was a calming voice. She shot Sara a what-did-I-do? look. Sara shrugged and continued to pat Myrtle's hand. This seemed to be the final straw as Myrtle collapsed in wails and ran out of the Great Hall.

"Well. That was weird," said Sara.

"Definitely. I hope she doesn't kill herself though..." said Minnie worriedly, looking at the doors of the Great Hall, still swinging from the rapid flight of Myrtle.

"Oh, she won't." said Sara comfortably. "She says that all the time, and nothing ever happens."

"So, about this weekend," said Minnie. "I was thinking, instead of just spiking the punch, we...


What is that girl planning? What happens? Review and find out! Receive...erm, my undying gratitude? Or would you rather have a cookie?