A/N: Here is chapter 4 :)

Title: A Kiss and a Little Miss Tattle Tale

Taken Place: Ginny's POV, Fifth year

Book: I

I was about to enjoy my breakfast sandwich when Luna Lovegood plucked beside me, elbowing me into Harry, which led to him knocking down his drink. I glared at her.

"Sorry," She said kindly. "So what's new? I haven't talked to you in days."

It was true. I haven't much seen Luna after telling her about Cedric and me. Other than that, she and I kept our distances. It was also true she was my best friend. I side glanced at her as she waited for my answer.

"I'll tell you everything once we're alone." I whispered to her.

"Agreed." She smiled.

The Owl Post came squirming in and a black owl with golden eyes knocked over my drink this time. He stuck out his leg and waited impatiently for my hands to get on his foot. Instead, I took my time and cleaned up after the mess the bird made.

I finished and yanked the scroll parchment from his foot and flattered away. I quickly inscrolled the parchment but quickly regretted it.

Luna noticed my hesitation. "What's the matter? Is it your mother?" her voice was dry.

I couldn't even say no to that. My hand was slightly shaking and my palms were starting to sweat again. This time I read the letter slowly; indicting who the handwriting belonged too.

Red,

Don't forget what your task is. In case you forgot, tell Granger how you feel and she does or doesn't get mad, come after us.

By the way, the mishaps between Pansy and I was well—I don't need to explain. See you in a bit Red.

DM

I finished reading when my eyes told me to look up to the Slytherin table. Hating myself for obeying I looked directly at Malfoy, he was already staring. Just as I looked up, he and his friends got up and headed towards the door, his eyes still on me.

I held myself from not getting excited about him staring at him. He still hurt me even though he doesn't know it yet. Maybe he does. And why are he and his friends going after me after I tell Hermione?

"Hello, Ginny," a dreamy voice entered in my brain. I looked at Luna.

"Oh sorry," I giggled in embarrassment.

"What was that about? And why were you and Malfoy making eye-contact? Is that illegal?" Her voice had an interesting tone, and a slight ring. Oh no. Once that voice comes into play the person is basically trapped. I had to tell Luna…but not now. I still need to do one more thing before I leave.

"I'll tell you later. I promise." I told her. She eyed me curiously and then finally nodded.

"Well I'm needed at my table, bye Gin," She smiled and walked off to her table.

I sighed. Now that Luna was out of the way, I needed to focus on Hermione now. I pushed my plate and everything that was blocking my arm space.

I cleared my throat to get the trio's attention. Once I did, I said, "I only need Hermione's attention." I said a bit too rudely. Ron and Harry shrugged and continued on their conversation without her.

"What's up Gin?" Hermione smiled.

Do it smoothly and maybe she won't have the urge to bash my head against the table?

"Okay, I'm just throwing this at the table, so please I want to keep my head," I paused for a moment. "And any of my body parts," Hermione quietly laughed.

"Umm, okay."

"I don't want any rival between us just because Dumbledore made me the prefect and not you, I mean you're the Head of the prefect so why does it matter, right?" I didn't wait for her response. That might have been harsh because her reaction wasn't what I expected. "But honestly, I'm nothing like you Hermione. I'm not the type of girl who rubs success in everyone's faces. I don't brag about how good McGonagall or any other teacher might be impressed with you."

"I don't—" I put my finger up, indicting I wasn't finished. I was on the roll and she was ruining my drama scene.

"I don't inquire others to hate me and talk about me behind my back. I don't tutor people to show how great I look, but really what you're doing is being pathetic."

"Ginny!" Ron interrupted. "Don't say that to Hermione—only I could."

I ignored Ron and looked back at Hermione. "I'm sorry if I was being rude, but I just want to let you know because everyone thinks about you in that way." I got up and walked out of the hall as quickly as I could.

Seeing Hermione's big brown devilish eyes, scratching her way to claw at my face was something I wasn't ready to face—Hell.

"So, how did it go?" said a voice.

I walked past without realizing who they really were. "Are you happy now Malfoy? You got what you wanted." I took a step forward, but he was at my side within an instant.

"What's with you lately?" He asked, maybe a bit too curiously.

"Just leave me alone, please." I pleaded.

"Not until we get something." I looked behind Malfoy, by the way he was still holding my arm, and saw his best friend Blaise Zabini.

"What?" I squeaked. I looked back at Malfoy. "I thought the blackmail was done once I told her."

"Not exactly," Malfoy squint his eyes for some odd reason. "I just had to tell Blaise, which he told Olivia, who told Pansy and told Daphne."

"So basically everyone in your group knows?" I asked him.

"Yeah pretty much." He smiled. "Isn't it great? Now that Daphne knows, she's sworn not to tell a word to anyone outside the group."

"Uhhh no!" I shouted. "Maybe for you it is, but for me. I don't even know what I'm doing?" I stomped my foot angrily.

"Stop complaining and let us tell you what you need to do for us." Zabini snapped. I wondered if he really ate. He's a bit crabbier than normal.

I glared at the one person who I blamed everything for. Instead of abandoning, Malfoy smiled proudly and flung me towards his group.

I had no choice but to listen to Malfoy's friends and obey their requests. I wasn't quite sure why I was doing this. Was it because they knew and if one word gets out then everyone in the whole school knows, and it won't be much of a secret?

But was it a secret if Hermione already knows. Was it possible that I could escape right now?

"Hold on," I interrupted. I turned to Malfoy. "It's not a secret anymore if Hermione already knows how I feel, so wouldn't this," I gesture my hand towards his friends. "Be useless."

"Let me give you a piece of advice Red." Malfoy had his hand to his chin. He circled around, as I looked annoyed. "I suggest you listen to them or your whole reputation you created til this year goes down the drain."

"This should at least be good, having Weasley doing stuff for us." I glared darkly at Parkinson.

"It doesn't exactly work that way love." He continued to circle around me. "Red's task is a favor for one of us."

"I don't get it?" Parkinson looked lost.

I wonder why Malfoy went back to her anyway. She hardly had any senses. I heard the last time they broke up because she cheated on him with a guy from Ravenclaw.

"Anyway," Malfoy said a bit too loudly in my ear. "Are you ready to hear your contestant's wishes?" He said in his normal voice. I felt the smirk that was plastered on his face.

"Do my homework," Vanson said. I raised my eyebrow; Malfoy spoke, "That's not how it works."

"I know," Vanson, laughed. "I was kidding," She continued to laugh. "Hmm, let's see, can you ask if Neville Longbottom likes me?" She felt quite embarrassed when her friends gave her rude, questionable glares. "What? I keep seeing him checking me out," She pouted.

They somewhat relaxed a bit. I turned my focus on Zabini. It took him a minute to come up with something. "Make me breakfast tomorrow morning, sorry Olivia." He looked to Vanson.

"None taken," She smiled.

Next was Daphne Greengrass. I skipped Parkinson for a good reason, but then I wanted to wait for Greengrass's task last. I figured I hated Parkinson so much she could wait a bit longer.

"Help me sell posters for my club." She paused as she saw my reaction. "But of course you won't actually be selling them. You'll help me make the posters." She smiled afterwards.

Lastly, Parkinson was up. Her dark black eyes gave my big brown eyes the sensation to run away—eyes closed.

Her evil smile didn't help her evil look she was holding against me. Her devilish smile turned slowly into a smirk. She cleared her throat and faked her perky self.

"What I want you do for me little Weasley is ask your annoying brother if he likes Pothead or frizzy Granger more?" She smirked again.

"Okay, I have an issue with that." I said loudly.

"What's the problem?" Parkinson said a bit too nicely.

"First, I have more than one brother,"

"Oh yeah, I forgot you have more than one brother—well obviously, uhh—what's the geeky one that's over obsessed with Granger?"

"Ron?"

"Yeah, him."

"Anyway, the other thing is, are you trying to kill me? If I go back there when Hermione is there, she'll literally murder me and get away with it."

"Well that makes the both of us," She giggled loudly.

"Pansy," Malfoy barked. Ha! Your super cute boyfriend shut you down. Please shut up Ginny.

"Guess she has to do Pansy's first." I glared at Vanson who said it and looked to where they were all looking.

The trio was heading my direction. They were too busy talking that they didn't see who I was with or that I was actually standing there.

I looked back at Malfoy, then to his friends then back to the Trio. If only I wasn't related to Ron, and was still a ten year old that dreamed of being the famous witch in the wizardry world.

I peeled myself from the Slytherin's shield—as if they were really protecting me and walked up to the Trio. All three jumped an inch from my sudden closeness.

"Oh hey Gin, what's up?" Ron smiled brightly.

I side glanced to see if Malfoy and the rest of them were watching, but they were nowhere to be seen. I could ditch the Trio, but then what if they were watching from around the corner—although, this was Parkinson's task…

"I want to ask a quick question to Ron." I smiled gracefully.

"Oh so this isn't about me then?" Hermione gave me a dark stare. I faked laughed and turned my focus on Ron.

"What I'm about to ask is random, so here it goes. Who do you like better, Harry or Hermione?"

"What kind of question is that?" Hermione butted in.

Ron and I ignored her. Harry chose to speak. "I would love to answer that question. I would say Ron—at the very moment." He quickly glared at Hermione before reserving his attention to me.

"Hmm," Ron thought hard. "Hermione is my girlfriend, but I chose her then I'm not completely honest with myself, but if I chose Harry then I won't be fair to Hermione."

"Just pick one Ron, it's not a contest." I snapped.

"Okay, fine, Harry—Hermione—no wait, Harry. Yeah Harry." He lowered his head.

"Are you sure?" I cocked my eyebrow.

"You want me to converse again?" He lifted his head.

"Uhh no," I said honestly.

"Then yes I'm sure."

I smirked and walked away from the trio. I laughed as I heard the three fighting about who they chose—well Hermione namely. That night, I was in Luna's cabin, without Hermione's presence. Before I left for my nightly walks, I asked her if I could use a piece of parchment and a quill.

I knew exactly what I was going to write to Malfoy, indicating I completed my stupid task for Parkinson.

Malfoy,

I finished Parkinson's task, Ron's answer was Harry, go figure. I guess the next task is Zabini's. You should be lucky I'm not backing out or I would have cursed you til the day I die.

Ginny

I folded the note a few extra times before borrowing Luna's owl to deliver it to Malfoy. I stepped out in the cool, but hot weather night. I felt relieved, as I smelled the roses and oak trees that surrounded the small village.

I like taking my night stroll when I wanted to be away from things that got out of hand. I did this when I was about seven, when my entire family would come over and half the time everyone was arguing. My parents never knew I would sneak out and take my stroll.

It continued when I came to Hogwarts and for the past four years, something interesting happens. I took a step down from the step and started walking to the castle.

I was wearing my orange slippers matching with my two different tank tops; grey and white. And my bottoms were stuffed bears.

Once I was inside, I went straight to the library. Excluding the fact I wanted to be alone, instead, I heard noises from the other side of the corridor. I couldn't imagine that these walls where thick, so the noise must be loud. So Malfoy must've been right about hearing me laughing loudly…

At first I thought it was a random couple messing around that couldn't keep their hands off each other—not a moment of spare between the two. I stopped dead.

Messing around—corner—making out—Malfoy and Parkinson! Was Malfoy a great kisser or something? Didn't I get enough of them pressing each other on the bookshelf? I followed the icky sounds. When I found it, I stopped dead and dropped my jaw. Parkinson was lip-locking with someone that did not look like Malfoy. It was Theodore Nott! By the way, he's changed over the summer—in a cute way.

Did they breakup and the news hadn't traveled yet? I figured that wasn't the case because just today he called her "love" So the only logic reason is once a cheater, always a cheater.

Nott and Malfoy aren't really friends and not so much acquaintances. I heard it was because Malfoy couldn't trust Nott. I know why now. I was pulled out of my thoughts when someone called my name.

"Weasley, what are you doing here?" Parkinson looked divided. It was between annoyed and shocked.

"I got to go," I started to walk fast, before they cursed me. But that didn't work out to well.

The next thing I knew I was slammed against the wall. I swallowed hard. Nott pinned both my shoulders on the wall and whenever I tried to escape his strength would tighten. He was a strong guy; he could probably break me in half—if he wanted too.

Well, that goes for all the guys that play Quidditch. "Weasley whatever you saw remains shut. If one word gets out, I'll find you and you will regret it. Do you understand?" Nott spoke darkly.

When I didn't reply he slammed my head (not to hard because then I'll be unconscious) and raised his voice. "Do you understand?"

"Yes!" I shouted back. I was a little frightened what he was going to do to me. Okay, I'll admit I was terrified. I was scared to death for that matter! He was a Slytherin for God shake! They could hurt, kill anyone and it won't matter who you are. But I was over exaggerating a little.

Nott smirked, but his eyes screamed for death. "That's better." His smirk remained on his fair skin. He looked at Pansy. "Come on love, let's head out." He dropped me to the floor and grabbed Pansy's waist. I rolled my eyes when they started laughing.

When I knew they were completely gone, I ran back to the cabin. Once a cheater, always a cheater

See what happens when I take my night walks, interesting things happen.

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Forbidden Lily