Blaise knocked on Pansy's door. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. Then he heard her laugh down the hall, "Where is she?"

Pansy and Ginny walked down the hall talking like they had been for two hours. "I can't believe we missed lunch." Pansy was saying.

"I know how to get into the kitchens," Ginny revealed.

"Really? Are you sure you weren't meant to be in Slytherin?"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"As you should. Now what's this I hear about food?" Blaise gave his best puppy-dog face.

"Alright, you can come too." Ginny patted his head, "Come on boy, come on!"

"Ha ha. You are so hilarious." Blaise smirked, "It wouldn't be right if we went without Draco."

Ginny groaned, "Malfoy can't come."

"Well, seeing as you are the one who will be at his mercies tonight, I would suggest bringing him. Unless you like being trapped with hungry dragons."

"Fine. Go get him."

"It's on our way."

Blaise led the way through the Slytherin dungeons and stopped at a portrait of a sleeping Dragon holding a bottle of ketchup. He whispered something and the portrait swung open. "Draco," he called, "Come with us to get food."

The blonde Slytherin appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but black shorts. Damn. Ginny blinked. This is Malfoy, not someone I would ever be interested in. He stretched his arms over his head as he talked to Blaise. Ginny watched the way his muscles moved. At least not emotionally.

Pansy put her hands on her hips, "Boys, come on, I want to get food." She grabbed Ginny's arm, "Let's go." The girls started walking away.

Draco snagged a gray t-shirt and Blaise tried to drag him out of the room, "Hurry or we won't get food."

The two boys caught up with the girls just as Ginny tickled the pear. The portrait swung open and the several house elves came running, "Mistress Weasley, what can Winky be getting you?"

"Yes, yes, what can we be getting you?" Dobby echoed.

"I've asked you to call me Ginny."

"Yes, Mistress Ginny, what can we be getting you?"

"Um, can I just have a sandwich and some pumpkin juice?"

"Of course, of course." Winky ran off.

"And your friends?" Dobby asked, finally seeing the others. "Master Draco!" Dobby immediately dropped to the ground and began bashing his head to the ground.

"Dobby! Stop it! I am not my father! You have no reason to punish yourself!"

Unsure, the house elf raised his head slightly, "There's really no reason Dobby is to be punished?" Draco shook his head. "Well then," Dobby jumped up, "What can I gets Master and Mistresses friends?"