A/N: i have just realised i forgot to post a disclaimer with this when it was first published, and this is just being added now... so:

disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, as i'm not JKR, i just like to borrow it :D

Ginny Weasley had thought long and hard about her decision.

Which was just as well –unless of course you disliked the outcome of her decision. But the fact is green will out; after all it is associated with knowledge, harmony and nature. Most coincidentally however, it is this colour that sparkles dance around in Harry's eyes'. Oh! But isn't green Slytherin's signature colour, you think, yes, it is, but I'm sure any of the girls in castle could tell you it looks best on Draco Malfoy.

So as the result of having made her decision, Ginny fashioned the spring green ribbon as a kind of headband in her hair, pleased at how it delicately emphasised her fringe giving her a cute, but sassy kind of look. It was the exact impression she wanted to give off for the start of her sixth year at Hogwarts -and she was determined that it would be a fresh and amazing start, after the ordeals which had lead to Voldemort's downfall at the start of the summer holidays.

Ginny messed around with her hair, trying to get it perfectly in place, she was so intent on trying to get it in place she didn't notice Hermione creep silently up behind her, before it was too late, and she found herself a writhing mass of giggles on the bed from the girl's tickle attack.

'Sooo…' Hermione began once they'd composed themselves. A smirk played on her lips, and a glint came into her eye 'that's one pretty ribbon you're wearing there Gin…' 'And….?' The older girl cocked her head slightly to the side, her eyes started to sparkle, as she continued her questioning 'harry?'

But Ginny didn't get a chance to respond as Luna floated daintily into the her room, exclaiming 'harry?! Of course not…. Its got to be that devilishly handsome Slytherin' at which point Hermione reached over to give Luna her well earned high-five as Ginny replied with a sarcastic 'of course not' and rolled her eyes at the crazy behaviour of her two closest friends.

*

"Come on everyone! Downstairs, into the car or you'll miss the train! And NO levitating trucks down the stairs! Shrink them!" Mrs Weasley's voice echoed up the stairwell to the various occupants of the Weasley household.

This they all would finally be going back, Harry, Ron and Hermione to finish their seventh year (and surprise, surprise, Hermione had been made Head Girl), Harry was once again Quidditch Captain, and Ron still a prefect. Luna and Ginny were doing sixth year, and both had been made prefects, both were incredibly surprised and found the idea rather amusing, considering the plans they had already concocted to sneak into Hogsmead on the Friday night.

The normal banging and clatter and frantic running around began as the five students made their way down stairs to pack everything into the Weasley's new car (which had obviously been expanded and included features which could only be done with magic).

As they all lounged around in car on the trip to platform 9¾, Ginny noticed Harry giving her furtive looks. She inwardly sighed, at the end of the last year, they'd gone their separate ways, him implying he didn't want to be with her because of his fight with Voldemort, and the fact was, after all they'd been through together, and friends, close friends, and as a couple, she could empathise with him, but she'd also had enough. And when, a few weeks later, the wizarding world had been plunged into shock, not because Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had Finally Defeated Voldemort with the guidance of Albus Dumbledore, but because after finding out that Dumbledore was in fact NOT dead as all had believed, but in secret hiding, Voldemort had died of a Heart attack; at this point Harry had tried to come back to Ginny, and start something again, but she really didn't want something with him, and told him that.

The fact is, after they broke up, Ginny knew it was the right thing, and it wasn't so Harry could go off and fight without supposedly "leaving her at a greater risk". It was because it was nice, it had felt as if she'd come a full circle, used up her school girl crush on him –and the matter of situation was that that's all it could be, at this point in her life, she just couldn't see herself spending the rest of her life with him or even that year. So it had all worked out for the best, in Ginny's mind, they were talking again, but she figured she'd have to wait till they began life at Hogwarts again before he would fully realise that them being together was an expectation that wasn't meant to be.

Finally Harry spoke to me 'nice ribbon Ginny'

'Oh, thanks!' I replied cheerfully 'if I didn't know Hermione better this morning, I would have said she wanted it'

Harry grinned 'ahh, well we all know she prefers gold'

'indeed she does, indeed she does' Luna chimed in, waggling her eyebrows suggestively at Hermione, who blushed, while Ginny giggled, as the two girls noticed the hidden reference to Hermione's' crush on Ron.

By the twinkle in his eye, it would seem that Harry too, noticed the reference, and was smirking at Ron, who was thoroughly confused by the exchange and questioning everyone as to "why the bloody hell are we having a conversation about Ginny's Ribbon?!"

*

Luna watched the train speeding away from the station, her large dreamy eye's fixed on the changing landscape outside the window. She tuned into the conversation with Neville talking to Harry about the Holiday's, Ron being taught how to play scrabble by Hermione, and Ginny reading the latest issue of the Quibbler.

Luna loved looking at all the shapes and colours that formed the landscape as they raced past her. She liked how the clouds seemed to be peaking over one hill, and then, as the train made its way around the bend the scene seemed to shift, and it was now hovering above a group of trees and had warm shafts of sunlight filtering through. Drawing her eye's from outside the window, Luna observed the people in the compartment with her.

Hermione's hair was as wild as ever, but with the layers Luna had cut in her hair during the holidays, the curl had been brought out more, and the Sleek-Eazy's potion had really helped to smooth away the frizz, so her hair know cascaded down her back in think, sleek curls. Ginny's hair at the moment was straightened to precision, and imitated a thick silky red curtain, which hung down just above her lower back. It was interesting, Luna noticed, how at least physically, they'd all changed, over the last while she'd noticed that they, herself, Ginny and Hermione, had not only become the closest of friends, but during that time, their bodies had become more shapely (in that feminine, womanly growing up way) and that it really was great, because it had meant they could all go out shopping, and been able to properly complete their "make-over's" over the holidays, and by the way Ron's eyes would occasionally linger on Hermione even more frequently than usual, Luna figured it was pretty successful.

A hint of a smirk appeared over her features as she recalled the "make-over" sessions at the Burrow that summer, it had been so typical, yet so fun. Staying up late in Ginny's room, discussing their love lives (or the apparent lack-there-of) and it had been great to finally get to know Hermione, and for the other girl to realise that Luna wasn't just the strange-creature-name-spouting-girl some people believed her to be, that really, in the words of Ginny, is "actually a dreamy, imaginative, mischievous little minx".

Luna nearly laughed out loud at the memory, that same evening they had all had rather in depth discussion of the males of Hogwarts. They all agreed that, although they gave the appearance of being confident, arrogant pricks, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, certainly knew how to bring it on. They then moved on to the boys in their own house.

The girls giggled over the fact that all the seventh year boys were really worth a mention, with Ginny claiming the only way Ron got in there was because he was "associated with the awesomeness that is me" and Hermione, whilst blushing furiously, pointed out that "when he hugged you, well… you could kinda tell he'd spent a lot of time playing Quidditch…" Luna had giggled with glee as they moved on to Harry "hmm nice eyes, not too bad to look at, just not really the right cup of tea" was the general consensus, Seamus "gotta love an Irish boy", "Now Dean…" Ginny sighed "been there, done that, although, with the things that boy can do… one might just do it again" this heralded another round of suggestive laughter from the girls. Then they got to Neville, who had changed quite a bit in preparation for the battle against Voldemort, and all the girls agreed he was probably one of the sweetest and had surprisingly turned out to be one of those classically good-looking guys.

But when it came to Neville, they all wondered the same thing, sure things had changed during the war, but the girls were still getting used to how did the seemingly lovesick for Draco Malfoy Pansy Parkinson, as soon has the war had ended (she was thankful she'd just turned 17 before), could suddenly abandon her family and their pure-blood mania and shirk "her duty to marry into the Malfoy family" as her parents put it, and had started a summer romance with a Gryffindor, and were even more surprised to find that Neville liked Pansy back.

Luna jerked her mind out of her reverie at the sound of Hermione's voice exclaiming that there was the heads/prefect meeting in a few minutes, and that they all better get going, which left only Harry and Neville in the compartment.

….

They all made their way too the meeting. The same question running on their minds, desperate to bubble over and slip off their tongues, 'who would be the new Head Boy? One of the prefects?' but that would mean it would have to be out of Ernie Macmillan, Terry Boot or Draco Malfoy. The others were well liked and respected, but weren't really the kind one expected the Head Boy to be, studious, humorous and comfortably confident in dealing with students and teachers alike they may be, but they didn't carry that magnetic quality. And surely anyone in their right mind wouldn't make Draco Malfoy one.

As they neared the compartment, the Gryffindors pushed open the door with baited breath and looked around with curiosity to see who their Head Boy was…