J. K. Rowling owns all the characters, all the settings, all kinds of stuff I don't. I don't even own anymore Reeses. I ate them all.

I switch back and forth between the points of view, so if it gets confusing, tell me and I'll work on it for the coming chapters. That are coming.

Introduction: Ginny's Point of View

Fred, George, and I have always been close. We have a lot in common, besides the fact that I'm a girl. Our brains work sort of the same way. Except they're better at getting into trouble. They'd told me about the mistletoe. Unlike real mistletoe, this stuff forces you to kiss the person you enter with. It was quite a problem when we started. Then we decided that you had to enter with someone you really do like and wouldn't mind kissing. It took such a long time. I had to help a lot, too.

But once it was finished, we had to decided where to put it, since we only had one measly sprig. So, Fred and George duplicated it. Again, and again, and again until we had enough to put one sprig in nearly every doorway in the Gryffindor tower save for the dormitories. No one ever found out either, which was a surprise. I planned to put it up over Christmas break, since Fred and George had quit; though they would have finished last year.

We really decided to invent it because of both Hermione's and Ron's constant bickering and Harry's kiss with Cho Chang. It was perfect, yet not perfect enough…

Ginny's Point of View

Common Room

I was finishing an essay for Professor McGonagall when I heard footsteps outside the common room and the Fat Lady's, "Password?"

The password was said, and the Fat Lady swung open, revealing Ron, Harry and Hermione, back from their last class.

"Hullo, Ginny," Ron said dully and sank onto the couch next to me.

"Tough day?" I asked.

"Yep."

Hermione snorted. "He just ate too much at lunch. It was quiet a normal day, actually."

Harry grinned and sat on my other side. I smiled a bit nervously at him. I still sort of liked him. Michael Corner was so last year.

Hermione stayed standing. I gave her a quizzical look and she raised one eyebrow at me and Harry.

I gave her an evil grin.

Then she looked at Ron.

It wasn't the fact that he was sprawled on half the couch with a rather sick look on his face. It was more like the fact that the only way Hermione would be able to sit on the couch would be to sit next to Ron, because, it probably wasn't fair to Harry, but I'd slid close enough to touch his knee with my own and wasn't about to move.

Hermione sighed deeply and sat in the nearest chair, then proceeded to unpack her overstuffed bag.

"Hermione, I thought you'd decided not over do it this year?" I asked while rolling up the now dry essay.

"I'm not, I stopped at the library after classes for research."

I rolled my eyes and turned to Harry. "Can we have Quidditch practice today? Please?"

"Nuh," Ron grunted.

Harry winked at me. "Tomorrow. Let Ron rest."

Ron grinned and closed his eyes.

I turned away from Harry very quickly and looked at Hermione, who was eyeing Ron with a very strange look I'd only seen her use at Ron before. It was kind of a cross between motherly, longing, fright, and discipline. Hermione is very good at hiding her feelings though, because if you didn't know her, you say she looked disgusted. But she caught me staring.

"What?" she asked. The look vanished.

I shrugged. "Want to go for a walk?"

Hermione shook her head. "I've got work to do."

I looked quickly from Hermione to Ron and back again with a grin on my face, but Hermione glared slightly and I got up.

"Well, I'm going. See you at dinner."

"I'll go too, Ginny," Harry said quickly and he got up too!

"Have fun Hermione," I said in her ear as we passed.

Hermione's Point of View

Common Room

Ginny is so good at reading my mind it scares me. I can't think anything without her catching on and it bugs me.

But she's also good at causing distractions and was easily able to get Ron and me alone in the common room, even if he was half asleep and not really paying attention.

I sighed. Ron looked so peaceful. His eyes were closed, but he was still smiling. I wished I could see his dreams. Just a little peek would be fine. He turned over slightly.

I snapped to attention and began once again searching in my bag, reprimanding myself for staring.

"'Mione," Ron mumbled.

I froze.

Ron groaned softly, like he did whenever he realized that he'd eaten the last of the chocolate pudding.

"Wait…"

I cautiously checked the common room for anyone else before kneeling next to Ron on the floor.

"Ron. Ron, are you alright?"

"Uhh?"

"Shhh," I whispered.

Ron had a worried expression on his face now, even though he kept his eyes closed and was clearly still dreaming.

I decided I'd better wake him up. But I didn't really think I should, because he'd think that I was overly caring. He'd probably be embarrassed. He wouldn't like it if he knew I'd been taking care of him. So, I just sat there.

Ron's Point of View

Common Room, but Currently Asleep

She was still staring at me. I was so afraid. It was either save Hermione or save myself from the half Blast-Ended Skrewts half spiders. They were approaching quickly. Oh no! Dementors!

"'Mione," I whispered.

She smiled and hurried forward, but then her eyes widened in fear and she backed away as the creatures closed in. I groaned. "Wait…"

She was going to die! The dementors were attacking her! She was screaming!

"Help! Ron!"

But all I could say was "Uh" as the creatures began to gnaw at my robes.

"Hermione!" I yelped.

"Ron? Ron!"

I sat up so fast I cracked my neck. I was in the common room. There was no one else there except, Hermione. She was kneeling next to me, looking frightened.

"Ron, d'you want to see Madam Pomfrey?"

I shook my head. "What happened?"

"You were just asleep and all of a sudden you said, 'my knee'? Then you groaned and said 'wait'. Then you said uh, like a question. Then you yelled 'Hermione'. Ron, are you sure you're alright?"

"It was just a dream, Hermione," I said irritably. Why did she have to witness that?

"Well, you worried me. You had this expression on your face like you were scared. And what with Harry having those dreams last year, I was afraid you were too!"

She had tears in her eyes now. I had a sudden impulse to kiss her, but decided against it and instead pulled her into a hug and said, "Thanks, Hermione. I'll be alright."

She didn't start sobbing. She just let her tears fall and hugged me back.