Once Lavender and Parvarti had fled Ginny released a deep breath, praying to all the Gods and Goddesses that they wouldn't tell anyone. Then again that stupid notebook was Lavender's fault, at least in part. Her hazel eyes ticked back to Malfoy's smirking face, where he was still turned in part towards the door. Prat, she thought angrily, scooping up her clothes and reaching for her wand where he still clutched it between his long bony fingers.
Draco held firmly onto the magical implement though and looked at her skeptically, "what do you think you're doing Weaselette? I'm not giving this back to you until you tell me what I want to know."
Her eyebrow arched at him before she finally pushed past him to lay her clean clothes on the nearest counter top so she could get dressed. "Fine," Ginny muttered, "but get out so I can get dressed first."
Draco rolled his eyes and headed towards the door, "its not as if I wanted to see it anyway Weasley."
Before he shot out the door though he heard her mumble, "then why did you watch me shower?"
Across the castle a group of girls was huddled together just a corridor down from the Ravenclaw common room. Padma Patil, Susan Bones, Cho Chang, Romilda Vane, and Hannah Abbott were eagerly awaiting their little romance club's final two members as they did every Friday night. Finally Lavender and Parvarti came racing around the corner, holding hands and skipping merrily. "You'll never believe what we just saw!" the blonde screeched as they skidded to a halt in front of their friends.
"What?" Cho asked with a bewildered smile.
"Draco and Ginny were in the girls showers together on the fifth floor!" Parvarti chimed in.
All of the other members of the club looked up wide eyed and disbelieving. "There's no way," Padma disputed her twins' claim.
"Yeah, Ginny was all wet and Draco was just standing there like not even an inch away smirking at her," Lavender argued as she took a seat in the alcove they all shared.
Hannah rolled her eyes, "I guess that means we can't write about them anymore."
"Sure we can," Susan reasoned. "After all its not like they were actually seen doing anything and as far as anyone knows they aren't a couple, now are they?"
Romilda grinned hugely at the other girl, "sometimes your cleverly scheming ways at getting around things makes me wonder if you shouldn't have been in Slytherin."
"You take that back Romilda Vane!" the girl squealed in horror which caused everyone else to burst into a fit of giggles.
"So are you ready to explain yourself Ginerva?" Draco asked as she popped her still wet gingered head out of the girls' lavatory.
Ginny looked around and noticed two second year Hufflepuff boys as they passed, "not here. Follow me," she muttered. Quickly the young Gryffindor led him upstairs and into the room of requirement, where her book bag was thankfully awaiting her just as she hoped it would be.
"Alright, we're alone, now explain," he demanded looking over the mostly emptied space with a bored expression. There was only a couch for them to sit on and a small fireplace for warmth it seemed.
Ginny took a seat and pulled out her notebook, handing it to him. Draco looked down at it carefully before opening it and beginning to read, after a moment he looked up at her. "I don't understand, what is this and what does it have to do with anything?"
"Hermione found that last Sunday, or rather the original it was copied from. It belonged to Lavender, it seems she and some of her friends have been writing stories about.. Eh… people." Ginny ran her fingers through her still damp hair in an effort to untangle the mass, wishing she had her wand so she could dry it properly.
"People?" the blond wizard questioned incredulously.
"Various couples, that don't and… will never exist," she clarified.
Draco couldn't help but sneer, "like you and Potter?"
Ginny's eyes flashed as she daringly stared him down with her next response, "like me and you."
Somehow Draco actually managed to pale, his eyes wide and utterly disturbed. "What?"
At the end of what had proven to be a rather long week Hermione found herself accosted in the Gryffindor common room studying whilst her two best mates played chess in the corner a few feet away. She barely hid the blush that crept over her cheeks as Fred and George Weasley came downstairs from their dormitory and sat on either side of her. She avowed to politely ignore them as she had always done and instead focus on her Charms essay.
"You know Granger if you keep doing that, we're liable to think something of it," George informed her sagely.
She took a deep breath and had to bite her lip from sighing as she noticed the spicy scent of their cologne. "Doing what?" Hermione managed to ask calmly after a few more deep breaths.
"Blushing," they answered in unison.
Fred leaned in close to her face as he surveyed his youngest brother's friend, "makes a bloke think you've taken a fancy to him."
"Don't be absurd," she admonished in a near whisper, frowning at the essay she now had no hopes of focusing on.
"That's too bad," Fred started in again.
George was the one who finished, his fingertips lightly brushing the side of her knee as he gently bumped her. "If you had we would have asked you Hogsmeade with us tomorrow."
Hermione frowned even more as the twins left her and she found herself wishing she could just give and go with them. They were funny, smart, and as she'd come to notice over the last week, utterly attractive. But what would Harry and Ron think, and more importantly what would Mrs. Weasley think? The young witch shook her head and went back to her essay once more.