A/N: Hey guys, I wanted to update today for a very serious reason. I would like to put forth my total and complete support for JK Rowling in her law suit against RDR books. (If you don't know, the Hp Lexicon is trying to publish a book and Jo is suing and in a New York City court this week) I know us all, as readers and writers of fanfiction, are well aware that no one should take away what rightfully belongs to JK Rowling. Jo owns everything and anything Harry Potter related, it's a world entirely her own, we just like to play around in it. Fanfiction is meant for purely the enjoyment of reading and writing, but no one should ever try to make a profit off of Jo's work and intelligence. I just want to say how much I stand behind Jo and am eternally grateful for all that she's done for me. I know that Harry Potter has affected my life for the better in many many ways. I can honestly say, that I would not be who I am today without JK Rowling and the Harry Potter series, I can put into words how thankful I am for them. Show your support for Jo, go to Mugglenet and comment in the newstory for JK Rowling's Lawsuit.

Okay, on with the story.

Sorry it's a short one, but hey it came fast!

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Ginny and Neville were wandering without success on the seventh floor across from the troll tapestry, but they couldn't make it open. Ginny didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she knew she should have found a better companion to look for the room of requirement. She and Neville had come to be great friends, despite the fact that she had ditched him at the Yule Ball for Michael.

Just when they were getting frustrated, Dean Thomas came running down the hall.

"Hey! I know how to get in! You just walk by the wall three times and think of what you need."

"How do you know how to get in?" Ginny asked curiously

Dean turned around and looked at her as though he was noticing her for the first time. He hesitated for a moment and looked her up and down smiling mischievously at her.

"No reason, I accidentally let off some filibuster fireworks one time and had to hide from Filch." Dean said sheepishly.

Why had Ginny never realized how good looking Dean was? Perhaps it was because she spent to much time drooling over Harry that she had failed to notice any other fifth year Gryffindor boys.

Ginny gave him a amused little smile and proceeded to open the room of requirement. When the door appeared, she entered first hoping that Dean was watching her from behind.

As more members arrived, they got looked around at the bizarre room and got settled into squashy beanbag chairs. To Ginny's dismay, it was not Harry or Dean who sat next to her, but Michael.

"I think we ought to elect a leader" said Hermione.

"Harry's leader," said Cho at once, looking at Hermione as though she were mad.

Cho was doing nothing for the touchy moods Ginny had been in lately, due to lack of food and stress. The smallest, most insignificant things would put Ginny off.

They started discussing names for the group. Ginny took very little notice, but only nodded at some, looking around to see what Harry thought. However, it really irked her when Cho decided to open her big mouth and put in her input, eying Harry.

"The Defense Association?" said Cho. "The D.A. for short, so nobody knows what we're talking about?"

"Yeah, the D.A.'s good," said Ginny. "Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army because that's the Ministry's worst fear isn't it?"

People laughed appreciatively at this, and Ginny felt immensely satisfied at beating Cho for the second time. She had beat her in the girls' bathroom by pretending that Harry had told her exclusively about the meeting and now with the name. She was on a roll. Soon, they got up and started practicing disarming.

Ginny felt lightheaded and weak as soon as she got up and raised her wand, but was determined not to show it in front of Harry. She whipped her thin wand in the air and yelled "Expelliarmus!" Michael's wand soared out of his grip and Ginny caught it swiftly.

"Wow", Michael said, nodding in approval, "I'm impressed!"

Ginny tossed Michael his wand and he raised it.

"Expelli-! I can't do it", he said lowering his wand, "I don't want to hurt you. You look too er...delicate."

"Oh, come on, just do it!"

"No, I mean I think it would take you out if I try to disarm you."

Ginny felt pissed off, who was he calling delicate? She just disarmed a boy twice her size without a problem. She looked down at her scrawny arms. They were practically skin and bone. All fat that had ever existed there was long-gone.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to be skinny yes, but she didn't want people to treat her as some sort of invalid. Was everyone starting to notice her problem? Did she look scarily skinny? Ginny didn't know the answer to anything.

Harry came over to check how they were doing and told Michael to have a go at disarming Ginny. Reluctantly, he raised his wand and slowly waved it.

"Expelliarmus!" he cried.

There was a flash of red light and Ginny felt a pull in her right arm, but her determination to show Harry and everyone else how powerful she knew she was caused her to resist. She pulled her arm back and gave her wand a quick but powerful wave.

"PROTEGO!" she cried.

Michael was knocked off his feet and flew backwards landing painfully on his back side. He lay groaning on the floor while everyone looked around surprised at Ginny.

"What did I tell you?" George said laughing. "Size is no guarantee of power."

Michael was now recomposing himself as he stood up quickly, his face red, and tried to pretend it hadn't happened.

"Wow Ginny!" said Harry, beaming at her. "Excellent work! That was really…Ginny?"

Ginny was chalk-white and swaying on the spot. Her usually warm brown eyes were hazy and unfocused. Harry ran forward and caught underneath the armpits, just before she passed out.

A/N: GOOGLY GOOGLY GOSH! What's gonna happen?! Well, there's that Harry interaction that some people wanted…well the actual interaction will be coming up in the next one! REVIEW!