A/N: Here you go, Chapter 4. Happy Turkey Day! I hope everyone stuffed their faces as much as I did, hehe. Anyhoo, I don't own anything that you recognize, just my plot. Anyhoo, THANKS again to everyone that REVIEWED; I really appreciate it. Please keep reviewing, it makes me happy and gives me the energy to kick my muse in the ass and get me on the ball. Now that we're done with that, please read, review and enjoy!





The three sighed with relief when class ended, gathering their things and exiting quickly. Harry fingered the parchment in the pocket of his robes, a bewildered smile on his face. She'd written this for him? Shy, beautiful Ginny had written it for him, plain old him? He shook his head, the wonder of this fact still amazing him. "I'm gonna get that bastard-" "Ron!" "Oh come off it Hermione, you know he's a bastard." said Ron, his fists still clenched. Hermione could only sigh, a sense of surrender to the facts in her face. "I mean it though," continued Ron "I'm gonna cook up some scheme and fix him good. Nobody makes fun of my sister or my friends and gets away with it." he concluded, carefully classifying Hermione under the "friends" category, hoping his earlier slip up would be forgotten. While he and Harry discussed elaborate methods of getting back at Snape as Hermione gasped with cries of "No, you simply couldn't!" the three made their way to Hagrid's cottage for Care of Magical Creatures. There they found Hagrid in good spirits. This, of course, made them wary. The brighter the smile on Hagrid's face, the more horrible the creature they had to tangle with. "Hey you lot, good ter see yeh!" cried Hagrid with a wave of his trash can lid sized hand as the three came 'round to the paddock behind his cottage (though it was so huge as to house his gigantic frame that calling it a "cottage" was quite laughable). "Hello Hagrid!" the three called, nearly in unison. "Eyes like stars that one has." Harry heard a simpering voice snigger. The three of them ignored Malfoy as they always attempted to do in Hagrid's class. It was one thing to fight in Snape's class, but the three of them respected Hagrid and his class (though more the former than the latter, which is hardly a surprise when a class involves having to attend to such beauties as blast ended screwts).

Today they were observing fairies, much to the relief of the students, though they kept a keen eye out for hidden fangs. Hagrid had had Professor McGonagall transfigure the bush in which the fairies normally resided into a sort of glass box through which they could be observed without being toyed with, but gave them the ability to leave if they wished. They seemed to be having a party of sorts, however, and seemed perfectly content where they were. "These here are yer variety lot o' fairies." Hagrid began, gesturing at the lovely creatures, which gave off a glittering light. They peered back at the students, but seemed to find them a bit dull and went back to their own business. One with reddish hair caught Harry's eyes as it dozed upon a primrose. Now that he thought of it, Ginny kind of reminded him of a fairy. Are you out of your head? he asked himself. Comparing Ginny to a fairy, haven't you anything better to think of? He looked away from the fairy, trying his best to concentrate on what Hagrid was saying. "They like ter sing, these do." Harry let out an exasperated sigh. How was he not supposed to think about Ginny when everything reminded him of her?

The latter part of the lesson dealt with each of the students seeing if a fairy took to him or her. Most of the Gryffindors did well with the fairies. The Slytherins, however, were a different story. To Harry, Ron and Hermione's delight the fairies screamed when Crabbe and Goyle approached them, and simply laughed their heads off when Malfoy did. "Stupid creatures." he said with a sneer, retreating from the box. Tears of laughter streamed down Ron's face when one of the fairies shot what looked like a miniature lightning bolt right at Draco's rump. He gave a cry of pain and when he turned, each of the fairies had taken on an innocent stance. He muttered something about his father to which the fairies responded with even more laughter. Draco's stride wasn't nearly as proud as usual (especially given his singed bottom). One of the prettier females took to Ron immediately, batting her dark eyelashes and singing sweetly. His ears were pink, as were Hermione's cheeks as she strode up quickly and cut off Ron's serenade.

When Harry approached, the red haired fairy woke and looked up at him with keen, green eyes. It smiled and alighted upon his shoulder. He grinned, hoping no one knew what about the fairy was making him blush. Draco, it seemed, did. "Maybe it dreams about sleeping upon your lovely chest Potter." he called, with a nasty grin. Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco and was about to tell him what he was going to do to his lovely chest, when the fairy lighted upon his palm. She gestured for him to raise her to his ear, in which she whispered something about Malfoy that made Harry absolutely explode with laughter. After this subsided, she whispered, even more quietly, something that made Harry's heartbeat quicken. "She loves you. Do you love her?" His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Harry held the delicate fairy with magma hair before his eyes. "I-I, don't know." he finished lamely, his voice a low whisper. She smiled at him and laughed without cruelty. "All will become clear tonight." she whispered. With that, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. Harry blushed and grinned at the fairy; she returned his smile and flew back to her place upon her primrose, while Harry contemplated her prophecy. There was something about that fairy; her voice and face were very familiar. It was as if he'd had some sort of dream about those traits, but couldn't quite place them.

The class ended soon after that, and with a wave to Hagrid and a final laugh at Malfoy's lightning struck bottom, the three set off for a quick dinner before the night's performances. "How's my ickle sister's singing anyway?" asked Ron through a mouthful of boiled potatoes. Harry's ears pricked up. "You'll see soon, won't you." answered Hermione in a lofty manner as she helped herself to some steamed vegetables. As if he'd heard this, Dumbledore rose from his place and began to speak. "Any students who wish to watch our performers this evening should remain after dinner, which ends in about ten minutes. A few changes will be issued to the Great Hall and the performances will begin after they are completed. Thank you." The Hall buzzed with excitement, especially at the Slytherin table. They relished in any opportunity to watch their peers embarrass themselves and hopefully help them along in that respect. "I wouldn't miss this bit of dung for the world." the three heard Draco drawl out loudly while eyeing Harry meaningfully. "What's the stupid prat playing at now?" asked Ron as Harry stared back at Malfoy with hate in his eyes. "Who cares." Harry muttered, stabbing his chicken fiercely with his knife. Hermione studied Harry's face thoughtfully. Understanding dawned on her own and she quickly began to speak to keep Ron from fueling the fire. "Malfoy's a big idiot. He's probably just embarrassed that his singing isn't up to snuff."

The two boys immediately turned their gaze on Hermione. "What?" they asked in unison. "Well," she began, scanning the vicinity for nearby teachers "I was in McGonagall's office talking with her about my schedule and I saw the list of performers that tried out for the show. Malfoy's name was marked through, he was amongst the first to audition and the first to be rejected." she explained with a smile upon her face. "And I forgot to add, he also plays the accordion." she revealed, barely able to keep a straight face. Both boys erupted in laughter. Percy had played a magical instrument similar to that of an accordion, so Ron was well versed in this Muggle contraption. He fell off his chair, miming the playing of an accordion as he laughed uncontrollably. "Fancy a polka Malfoy?" he called between gasps of laughter. Malfoy's pointed face turned towards Ron's, and Harry fancied he saw his pale cheeks turn a bit pink. Ron tried to compose himself, clutching his side as he situated himself on his seat. "I can die happy now." he said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "So what was his deal with Ginny playing a Muggle instrument when he plays one as well?" Harry asked himself aloud. Both Hermione and Ron looked at him, eyebrows raised. "What are you talking about Harry?" asked Hermione, as Ron listened intently. Harry, unaware that he had been speaking aloud, started. "Oh, well, I." He was saved from further explanation when a rush of people coming into the Hall erupted into loud conversation. "Guess it's about to start." Harry said quickly, hoping to drop the topic.



A/N: Oooh, a cliffie, I'm an evil bitch. But we all knew that. Don't worry, I'll post Chapter 5 soon..... IF YOU REVIEW!!!! *mad laughter* Anyway, thanks for reading, now please click that button down there and let me know what you thought!