Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note: Ok guys, so this ended up being roughly the same word count as the last chapter. I wrote this all in one chunk, so my chapter breaks are coming up shorter than I had intended. Please be patient with me. Sooner or later, you'll get a nice long chapter.


The next day found Ginny in the Great Hall. She had told her best friend, Luna Lovegood, about the tremendous dare when they were at breakfast. Upon, Ginny telling her this, Luna took off her Spectrospecs and looked straight at her, with an odd gleam Ginny had never seen before.

Ginny knew her friend could be a little bizarre at times, but this was something new, something that looked almost like…military fervor. After throwing a quick glance at the Slytherin table near by, Luna once again looked Ginny square in the eye, leaned over to her and whispered, "Well, then, Ginny…the crow will fly north at midnight."

Ginny blinked. "Come again?"

Luna never broke eye contact, but enunciated each word carefully. "The crow…will fly north…at midnight!"

"Are you alright, Luna?"

Luna sighed and bent closer to Ginny. "The Room of Requirement. Midnight. Come alone, and if anyone catches you, tell them only your name, rank, and serial number."

Ginny smirked and was about to ask what the Ravenclaw thought her own rank was, Queen Nut? But as soon as the words began to form on her tongue, the blond was away in a flash of cloak and tousled hair. The exit was almost Snape-like. What's gotten into her? Ginny wondered.


Across the Great Hall, a different pair of friends were viewing the little exchange a tad differently. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were sitting with the other Slytherins, one table away, opposite the fiery Gryffindor and her strange friend.

"Mate, did you see her arse?"

"Who's arse?" Draco drawled.

"Are you blind? Loony Lovegood's! She bent over like she was whispering something to the Weasley. Probably something dirty. Oooh, what if they're lesbian lovers?!? Just think Draco, just think. What if she was telling the Weasley to meet her somewhere? Somewhere like the astronomy tower…or the prefects' bathroom?…Oh, do you think there's time to set up a camera?" Blaise rambled on until he saw the look on Draco's face. In closing, he mumbled, "Anyway, her arse was fantastic."

Draco snorted, "Blaise, you and I both know you could have any girl in this school you wanted, and very possibly any guy, too. You're a school playboy, and you've had threesomes and foursomes and all manner and variety of kinkiness, and you're telling me that you're lusting after LOVEGOOD? I don't buy it."

"Oi, I know, Mate, but just look at her. Nice stuff, that is."

"In point of composition, I suppose she's ok, although if I were going to take my pick of filthy Potter's friends, I'd have to go with Mini-Weasley there."

"She's pretty hot, too, Drake, but you and a Weasley?" He paused to chuckle. "Can you imagine what your mother would say?"

Mildly annoyed, Draco replied, "Yes, well, as much as she would like it to be the case, my mother does not, in fact, have complete control over every aspect of my life. If I wanted the Weaselette, Mother wouldn't stop me. But in any case, I wasn't saying I wanted her, you fool. I'm just saying, if it's a contest between her, Loony, and the mudblood…"

Blaise had always preferred blondes, but he nodded in understanding anyway. He tried to turn the discussion towards Pansy's performance in the latest Slytherin orgy, but Draco found it hard to pay much attention to Blaise's banter.

He hadn't ever really noticed Ginny much since the much-talked-about but long-forgotten Chamber of Secrets incident; he had just viewed her as a nasty little pet of the Golden Trio, but now, as much as he protested his interest, he would've had to been as blind as Blaise had suggested not to see that the Weasel was pretty good to look at, after all.

Pretty good indeed.


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