The sequel, requested by some. I don't know how well it will turn out, as I have never before attempted a full-fledged sequel. If you haven't read ''Everyone Knows''., this is not going to make much sense, I fear. Hope everyone enjoys.

1.

Ginny was more than a little surprised when Severus Snape offered to see her safely home. She had noticed that he had been acting just the slightest bit peculiar after the Order meeting that evening, but she attributed that to having spent so much time recently in the company of her twin brothers. Sometimes they made her feel rather peevish too.

Against her better judgement, she consented to be escorted home, perfectly prepared to endure any kind of sarcastic outburst or slander he must have saved especially for her. She could not imagine what she could have done to deserve it; besides the fact that she now held his much coveted position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. His exact words on hearing that she had won the position, had been;

" That is strange since you failed to avoid being possessed by Tom Riddle. How good could you be?"

And she had answered something heated along the lines of;

'' At least I was only possessed...it's better than being one of his toadies."

They had barely spoken since that day, except during Order business, when they were forced to tolerate each other's company in the most civil manner they could manage.

Now he was offering to escort her home? And he had made his offer discreetly, when no one else could overhear, which gave her mild apprehension. Not enough so that she refused him though. She was much to curious to do that!

They had Apparated right to her door, he had bid her farewell, and had left. She had though it to be a one time thing, so she was surprised again when, after the next meeting, he offered again. He left her in much the same manner, that time.

The third time this had happened, he had taken hold of her hand, and they had stood awkwardly for a moment. She was wondering whether or not she should ask him inside and offer him a drink, or maybe if she should just demand up front to know what was going on. She had just opened her mouth to make such a demand, when he seized her about the shoulders, pinning her to the wall. He was desperately trying to kiss her, and she was unable to reach her wand. Coming to her senses, before he did, she brought her knee up, in an age old method of self defense. It struck him squarely in the groin, and he fell to the ground with a groan.

Drawing out her wand with a steady hand that any DADA teacher would have been proud of, she leveled the wand directly at his face.

" What do you think you were doing?" she demanded.

He only glared up at her for moment, panting between his teeth as he held himself.

" Try-trying to kiss you!" he finally hissed, looking at her as though she were daft.

' I know that! But why?" she held the wand on him as she unlocked her door. " Are you drunk, or just insane tonight?"

He struggled to rise to his feet, still panting. She offered him her hand but he waved it away.

" I am neither. "

" Would you care to explain?' she prompted. She was not angry, but she was puzzled. Why should he want to kiss her?

" For God's sake woman, can I come in for a moment? I have something I want to discuss with you, and I need to sit down."

She contemplated him for a moment. He did not seem malicious, in fact he seemed less so than when he was in his evil potion master's persona.

"Give me your wand." she said, holding out her other hand.

" What? I will not!"

" Then you can stay out here." she began backing into her door.

" Wait!" he pulled out his wand, and handed it to her, safe end first.

" That should give you an indication of how serious I am about talking." he muttered.

" Fine. But don't try anything else like that or I'll make you regret it." she warned, pocketing his wand.

" You already have." he limped past her into the small house.

Ginny followed him inside, motioning towards her small scrubbed table. It was the only uncluttered place in her entire house, he noticed, glancing around. There were stacks of sloppily stacked books, and magazines, scrolls of parchment spilled out onto the floor, empty ink wells, several brooms, tins of broom wax, cushions, boxes of pranks and gags from here brother's store, trinkets from her school days, and what seemed like a thousand photographs, some magical, some Muggle, all portraying smiling images of her family and friends. He brushed two broken quills off of one of the chairs and sat down. . .gingerly.

He could see through into her kitchen, where she was hastily rummaging through overstocked cabinets in search of something.

" What would you like? Tea? Something stronger?" she offered.

He turned to see what she was showing him, and almost groaned again. She had shed the black robe,revealing the Muggle dress she had been wearing underneath. It was something soft and autumnal, the burnt umber color accentuating the flame color of her hair, and the pale cream of her skin. In one hand he held a bottle of fire whiskey, and in the other she held a Butterbeer.

" The fire whiskey, in a cup of tea, if it's not too much trouble. "

" The least I can do, seeing as I tried to emasculate you."

" My fault."

"Why did you do that?" she asked, sitting down across from him.

He poured a hearty swallow of whiskey into his tea, and took a drink. A little liquid courage.

" I did that because you looked so. . .real, and you. . .got to me."

She stared at him in disbelief.

" I got to you?" That was the worst excuse for kissing her that she had heard yet.

" Yes. . .but in a good way."

'' Aha, in a good way."

" Yes. You got to me in a good way, and I wanted to kiss you. How hard is that to understand?"

" I looked so real, and I got to you, in a good way and you wanted to kiss me? Is that right?"

" Yes!"

'' May I ask you something?"

" What?" his voice carried a note of irritation, either at his own behavior or at her calm lack of excitement over his predicament, she did not know.

" Before you say anything else. . .I just have to know, is this some kind of a joke? Because if this anything like what we did to Hermione and Remus, I want no part in it."