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R.O.L.F. indeed

Ginny Weasley hated her brother. Ever since this past summer she had taken an extreme disliking towards him, but now she officially hated him. How dare he hit Draco? How dare he think that he had any say in her life when he obviously no longer cared to stay around for his seventh and her sixth year? Bring in Harry who was the love of her life and pulled a freaking Spiderman muggle move about saving the world? Yes, she read Fred and George's comics and no, she did not find it ironic that Harry Potter was the wizarding world's Peter Parker. Peter Parker and Harry Potter could go be gay together for all she cared.

The last straw, however, was when she went to go down to breakfast this morning and found Ron still standing there, waiting to speak with Ginny. Had he not gotten the message that she did not want to talk to him about her life, the one he chose to remove himself form months ago? She had no idea where he had been, what he was doing, and Ginny was just as big as a worrywart as her mother. It wasn't nice to make a woman cry herself asleep at night because she didn't know if her brother was alive or not!

So when Ginny saw Ron standing at the bottom of the stairs, she pulled a U-turn and walked right back into her room, slamming the door shut. Ron yelled after her, as if that would do any good, and it wasn't until recently when she found that her anger could not overcome her hunger that she made her way down once more.

And he was still there.

"Ginny…" Ron pleaded with her as she held her head high and walked past him. Harry was nowhere in sight, luckily, for facing him at the moment would be the hardest thing for her to ever accomplish. It was one thing for him to return out of the blue, but as she shared the most stomach churning, heart lifting kiss with Draco Malfoy? She couldn't get Harry's look of disappointment out of her dreams last night, but only because she knew as much as she tried to deny it- Draco's kiss was much better than Harry's would ever be.

"I don't want to talk to you Ron Weasley," Ginny spat out as she stomped by him. Ron did not take the hint and decided to follow, matching his little sister's steps easily. She was not in the mood for a lecture, but Ron decided to give her one anywas.

"What were you doing with Malfoy last night? Was he threatening you?" Ron asked her very business like. Then shook his head; there was no reason to ask that, he had caught Draco Malfoy lip locked with his little sister. Of course the bastard was forcing her into something she did not want. Ginny, however, mistook Ron's headshake to mean that he had changed his mind about Draco and she gave into him finally.

"I was on a date," she told her brother simply.

"He stole you from a date?" Ron asked incredulously and the face of a fighting gorilla setting upon his features. Ginny groaned and stopped walking to face her brother, sticking her finger in his face with complete stubbornness only a mother could be proud of.

"He was my date and he has been the most respectful male I have ever met. You would do well to learn a thing or two from him, at least he has manners," Ginny lectured. Ron was in shock, but recovered quickly.

"Ginny, he is why we are here. Lucius Malfoy escaped from Azkaban with Draco's help; we've come to arrest him and his queer little friend," Ron informed her.

"Tracey Davis?" Ginny's brow wrinkled. What did Tracey Davis have anything to do with this? The boy was out of the closet on both counts of his sexuality and his hatred of You Know Who.

"I think he means me, love," Blaise Zabini called out as he approached from the perpendicular hallway. He was with Luna and held up between them seemed to be a very happy, giggling Draco Malfoy.

"What the fuck is going on!" she swore and Draco broke into more giggles, losing his footing and tripping over the carpet. Luna let go in order not to fall with Draco and with all the blonde's weight clumped against Blaise, they looked like they were trying to attempt a very complicated foxtrot. That is until let go and Draco tumbled to the ground to laugh and roll around once more.

"R.O.L.F. indeed," Luna smiled as she stepped over Draco and hugged Blaise around the middle. Ginny tried to ignore how they seemed as if they had been going out for years and the bitter jealousy stayed locked inside, for the moment at least. She was the one being swept off her feet last night when this all happened, so she was allowed to be a little upset. Especially when her Prince Charming was acting like a child on the floor and possibly had lost all traces of his sanity. Life just seemed to hate her this year, didn't it?

Blaise smiled triumphantly at Ron's shock and slack jaw from the entire sight, "how's your eye doing Weasley?" Ron gave a cheeky smile that pointed to all types of hate, but gave no response; Zabini hit him bloody hard last night and he wasn't about to have a repeat with the other eye. I

Instead, turning to Ginny, Ron announced, "I'm going to go find Harry, stay put." She rolled her eyes as he left her standing there with her new friends.

Blaise turned his attention to Ginny, the redhead he rather enjoyed spending time with and frowned, "Ginny, darling, do you happen to remember the counter to a happiness charm? Luna and I seem to have had the same idea and he hasn't stopped laughing since."

It was true. Though Blaise had been pretending to read throughout the ordeal as well as ignore Luna trying to get to Draco first, he had gotten his wand out underneath the table and pointed it at the poor bastard. Knowing more than Luna about what was going on, Blaise had been instructed by Draco to charm him if the news about his father ever came about. The happiness charm was more to mask any eye rolls of sarcastic comments Draco would make, especially since he was already very aware his father escaped. It had happened months ago actually, the ministry had just not been paying attention.

Luna, however, with her great doe-like eyes foresaw Draco coming unglued with sadness knowing that his father had tried to escape Azkaban. There was a very large chance that his father would surely be found dead soon or have the dementor's kiss. Luna's innocent mind could barely handle the thought, no matter how wicked Mr. Malfoy was, and knew if it was her own father she would burst straight into tears. Therefore, she used her own happiness charm to make sure Draco could save some face and not cry.

The combination of both charms hitting Draco right in the gut from under the table, one right after the other, had produced the laughing pile on the floor between them now. The past twelve hours were not good to Draco and the next twelve weren't looking any better.

"Except for the giggling when we were going up the stairs," Luna smiled. The entire Hall thought Draco had lost his mind and when he would not stop laughing, Professor McGonagall asked Luna and Blaise to take him to the hospital wing for a sleeping draught, thinking the news had made the boy's sanity finally crack. Blaise, knowing better, had decided they needed to get him in the perfects bathroom and in a cold bath to calm the overjoyed ferret.

"Oh, how could I forget, I do love when that boy giggles. Reminds me of a naughty six year old girl," Blaise gushed provocatively.

Through the guttural laughter, Draco was able to get out in strangled laughter, "I'm going to kill you Zabini!"

"Better you than the dementors," Blaise smirked. Luna gasped and hugged him tighter, only resulting kissing her forehead, "don't worry Love, we'll get this sorted out once someone remembers the counter charm or it wears off, whichever comes first."

Ginny didn't understand what was going on, but she knew a few things that she didn't like. For example, Blaise and Draco charged for helping Lucius Malfoy escape prison. She knew it had to be impossible, the boys really weren't as bad as everyone thought they were. Yes, they were complete perverts and sometimes did not know when to leave their sarcasm at home, but that didn't mean they were Death Eaters. Then again there was that whole thing about trying to kill Dumbledore…

Oh dear, this is why her mother always told her not to play with snakes, wasn't it?