Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co.

A/n: 2nd chapter!! Wow!! August is actually a girl (just pretend that Ginny found out by some book);I got the idea of the whole biographies from Bela in the GryffindorTower.net (my class is also assigned to do a biography on someone who isn't American; I'm doing Albert Einstein, he's awesome.) School is a pain, though, and I hope you all will enjoy the chapter.

Incomplete By: E*star

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Ginny walked out of the office and met Colin at the corner. Colin had his hands in his pockets and was leaning of the wall, standing on one foot.

"What was that about, Gin?" questioned Colin.

"I'm not sure and I really don't want to talk about it."

"Alright." Said Colin, but Ginny knew he really wanted to know what Dumbledore had asked her about.

"He asked if anything odd was happening. I said no and I do not know why he asked," said Ginny, not looking at Colin.

"Oh."

Ginny and Colin walked into the common room and both took out their homework. Exchanging answers and then forgetting all about their homework, they began chatting about anything that came to mind and nothing unparticular.

Very much later, Colin checked his watch and gave a long whistle, "5 o'clock. It passed 3 hours."

Ginny felt her stomach rumble and she rubbed it gently. "I can't wait till dinner. I'm hungry."

"It's just one more hour. Here," Colin took a Chocolate Frog from his robe pocket and handed it to her, "I don't know if it's already melted-"

"It isn't," said Ginny instinctively, "Don't you know that Chocolate Frogs never melt?"

"No, I didn't. But, thanks, I guess. I might need to know that sometime in my life, maybe. I'll never know." Colin handed her the Chocolate Frog and a Sugarquill.

"What flavor is that Sugarquill?"

"Dunno, taste it."

Ginny sucked the end of the Sugarquill and smiled. "It's mango flavored. It's yummy."

"My favorite is sugar," Colin said.

"Ugh, you're so original," said Ginny as she scrunched her face. "I don't have one favorite. I like citrus flavors."

"But being original is like being normal."

"So you're saying I'm not normal?" asked Ginny, folding her arms.

"I mean- Well, I didn't mean-… I…"

Ginny's lips curved and she slapped him on his arm playfully. "Oh, I know what you mean, dummy. I was just kidding."

"Oh." Colin said, cooling down. He knew how much a temper Ginny had. He didn't ever want to experience it again.

~*~

Hermione set her books on the coffee table and sat down next to Harry. They were the only ones in the common room.

"I heard you asked Ginny to the ball," said Hermione, looking over his shoulder to see what he was reading.

"Who told you?" asked Harry, whose head turned to her instantly.

"Don't worry," Hermione said, "Ginny didn't tell me. I was there when you asked her."

"But… No one else was in the common room…"

"I was in the corner. But obviously, you hadn't noticed me being there."

"So, why are you bringing this up?" Harry asked, eyeing her questionably.

Hermione smiled, which made Harry squirmed. "All I wanted to ask was do you like Ginny, and I mean in the way a boyfriend and girlfriend would like each other? "

Harry stared. "Awha-? Where would you get a thought like that, Her-Hermione?"

"Umm, because you asked Ron's sister to the ball."

"But that wouldn't mean I like her would it? I just asked her because I didn't have anyone else to go with and I have to go because you and Ron are making me." Nervous Harry Potter said this all very fast.

"I was just asking."

"Well, then… you ought to not ask me that."

"Why not? I do have a right to ask one of my best friends if they like one of my other best friends, right? Am I right, Harry?" asked Hermione.

"You are, but I'd rather not talk about this subject."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "Fine. You just should have told me that in the first place before you started sweating and squirming and all." Harry looked as if he'd been mocked. "I just thought that since I was one of your closest, closest friends, you'd tell me these things. I am a girl, you know."

"Of course I know you're a girl, Hermione. This is just a thing that I'd talk about to another guy."

"Have you talked to Ron about this?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I haven't. And why should I?"

"Because this is about his sister. And he's a guy and you said that you'd rather talk to another guy about these things."

"Hermione," Harry said, holding his hand in front of her mouth.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Shut up."

Hermione was taken aback.

~*~

It was a Hogsmeade weekend and they let the students out, finally. Ginny and Colin walked together, side by side to the clothing store store.

"Another second hand robe, but at least I get to pick it out this year," said Ginny, looking up at the sky and holding herself from the cold wind.

Colin nodded. He had no idea what kind of dress robe he should get; he had never been to a ball before.

Ginny grinned at the robes Colin was wearing. "Trust me, Colin, this maroon will look dazzling on you. Cute, in fact." 

Colin blushed and turned to the mirror, posing. "I do, don't I? I should take up modeling and let someone else do the photography."

"Let's not quit our day jobs, shall we?" Ginny said, stifling a giggle.

"What day job? It's our talent, our specialty!"

Ginny was smirking as she looked through the robes that were on sale. They were all so beautiful and still so expensive. Making up her mind, she decided to wear the ones that she did last year. Walking out of the store with Colin, she had a wonderful idea. She could just decorate that old white robe that was a size too big for her.

"Let's go get some butterbeer and sweets before we go. I'm going to save them all for the holidays." Colin took her hand and began dragging her to the Three Broomsticks.

"I'll meet you there, I'm just going to look around more at the shops."

"But McGonagall said to stay with our partners because of the attack a few weeks ago-"

Ginny waved him off. "Don't be such a baby, Colin. I'll be back soon enough!" Ginny began running in and out of stores, buying Christmas gifts for everyone she knew. The last thing she bought was a cage for August.

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It was Sunday and Ginny hadn't eaten any breakfast. She woke up early in the morning to work on her dress robe, and her roommates didn't ask her any questions. It was noon already and Ginny was still sketching a picture of how her robes were going to look like.

Ginny enchanted the robe to float above the floor as if it were on a life-size doll. Looking at her finished sketching, she pointed her wand at the white oversized dress robe and out of her wand was a small ray of silver glimmers surrounding the robe. Instantly, the robe wasn't just white, it was shining.

She covered her eyes, thinking, That would blind everyone at the ball.  She dimmed the brightness and went on to the next step.

Pointing at the robe with her wand again, she stopped. She didn't want to be the center of attention at the ball with a flashy looking dress robe; she wanted it to look simple, but elegant at the same time. So Ginny left the robe just like that.

Ginny looked back at the small picture and she started drawing a head. Now it was her face and hair she was getting ready for. The ball was just two more weeks away.

There was a knock on the door that startled Ginny and August looked up. August had barely made any noise for a long time. "Come in."

It was Hermione. "You didn't come to breakfast or lunch and Ron was getting worried. So, I brought you a sandwich."

"That's a first," mumbled Ginny as she began drawing again.

"What's a first?"

"Ron being worried."

"Of course he was worried. He's your big brother."

Ginny laughed. "He sure is my big brother and he acts too protective, but that's only when he isn't busy doing something else. But anyway, look at my robes I'm going to wear to the ball."

Hermione looked at the robes and gasped. "Ginny, it's so beautiful! These are you're old ones?"

"Yeah. I really didn't want to buy new ones, so I just thought I should improve these. Being just plain white made me look as if I were a skeleton with an oversized robe on."

Hermione smiled. "I like your robes. I'm just switching with Lavender and Parvati got new ones."  

"Are you going to fix your hair like you did last year?"

"Yeah, but I'll need your help."

Ginny scrunched her nose and bit the end of the pencil from the art packet Colin got her. "I don't think you should do that to your hair though."

"And what else should I do? If I dance, my hair will swat anyone who was three feet behind me."

"Alright, but if you do make your hair sleek, let it down naturally. It'll look beautiful, but not like you already are."

Ginny grinned as Hermione blushed. "If you say so, Ginny."

"Don't worry, Hermione, Ron'll love it."

Hermione tried to look surprised, but Ginny saw through it. Hermione was blushing as red as Ginny's hair. "Why would I care if Ron would love it? I mean, I would like to look decent for my date…"

"You didn't let me finish, Hermione. Ron will love it. Everyone will love it, including the Slytherins, even though they don't show it because of the rivalry between the two houses."

"Stop it, Ginny, you're making me blush."

"I know." Hermione looked at Ginny, smiling slightly. Ginny shrugged and walked behind Hermione, fixing her hair. "Maybe I could braid your hair."

"What are you going to do to your hair, Ginny?" Hermione asked.

"I don't want to do anything too fancy. I think I'm just going to make it much more wavy than it already is and put a little clips here, and there, and I'm pretty much done."

Hermione walked over to Ginny's robes and said, "My mum used to always play with my hair, even if it never stayed the same shape for three seconds. She bought me this muggle magazine that had a lot of these muggle fashion stuff. Lavender and Parvati were looking over at it and for the whole day of the ball, there going to practice some of them for the ball. A bunch of other Gryffindor girls are coming to our dormitory bathroom, you coming?"

"Sure, why not? I can help, since I'll be ready in just fifteen minutes."

"Oh, no you aren't. I'm going to fix you up for this ball," said Hermione, pushing Ginny into the bathroom and handing her dress robes to her. "I want to see you in your dress robes, to see if it's right."

"Oh, Hermione," said Ginny behind the bathroom door, "You're just like my mother."

~*~

One more week until it was the ball and Ginny had just finished the last background for the photographs. Ginny got up, brushing the chalk that had messed up her school robes.

Colin walked up behind her and surprised her by exclaiming, "Wow, Ginny, they're beautiful!"

Ginny spun around too fast, almost falling on the backgrounds, but Colin caught her hand just in time. "Don't you ever scare me like that, Colin Creevey!"

"I'm sorry." Colin helped Ginny stand up. Ginny brushed her hair away with her purple chalk filled hand, making a mark on her forehead. "You have purple on your head."

"Huh?" asked Ginny, not knowing what Colin meant.

"You have purple chalk on your forehead."

"Oh." Ginny wiped her face with a moist towel that hung on a rope around her waist, that also held paint brushed, chisels, and a bunch of other art stuff that Colin didn't even know was invented.

"I like the backgrounds."

"Yeah, well, I made them for the ball since you only have the one I made month and months ago."

"It's time for dinner, Ginny, so wash your hands and put on a clean new robe. Come on, you slow poke."

Ginny glared at him as she carefully put the backgrounds in her small portfolio folder. "I'm going as fast as I can while I try not to ruin the backgrounds, Colin."

"That's wonderful!" exclaimed Colin, happily, "Hurry up."

"You're so horrible to me; I don't know why you ever became my best friend," said Ginny sarcastically.

They always did this, arguing, but not really being mad at each other and acting out scenes from soap opera's (Colin explained how televisions worked and explained the televisions series Days of Our Lives).

"That, thought Colin evilly, is because I was planning to make you believe I was a good person before I… dun dun dun… murder you," said Colin, speaking like the main, but evil, character in a novel.

"Ginny gasped," said Ginny, dramatically placing her hand over her heart, "as Colin stared at her with his villainous smirk. 'Colin,' Ginny managed to get out of her mouth, 'why are you looking at me that way?'"

"'Because…' Colin didn't finish his sentence as he took Ginny and had her faint by the fumes of the drug."

"Ginny couldn't think as she found herself in a dark, obscure room. She felt like screaming-" Ginny was cut off when a hand was placed on her shoulder and her brothers voice.

"Gin, why are you talking as the third person and your… talking about yourself?" asked Ron.

Fred and George came up from behind Ron and George said, "It's because she changed her name to Atta and she's making a story of her old self."

Ginny blushed and turned to Colin. "Can you wait for me? I'll be down in a second." Ginny ran to her room and placed her portfolio under her bed. She rushed into the bathroom and washed her hands. Ginny gathered up some water and splashed it on her face. After drying herself with the towel, Ginny glanced at herself in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. Then it hit her. She ran back into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. She didn't see her refection at first, she saw a Pegasus. Ginny rubbed her eyes.

I must be seeing things… Ginny looked into her mirror image and tucked her long bangs behind her ear. After a moment of thought, Ginny brought out a small piece of parchment and a quill out of her pocket (she always had one in her pocket, just in case) and she placed the parchment on the counter and began sketching. It was a head with long hair that had small waves in it. After sucking the rest of the mango out of the quill, Ginny drew another head with the hair up, with some hair just falling down. The hair was wavier with small flowers entwined in it. Perfect.

"Took you long enough."

Ginny apologetically said, "Sorry, Colin. Got caught up preparing for the ball."

"It's in a week," said Colin, as if it was part of common sense.

Rolling her eyes at Colin, Ginny sighed, "You honestly wouldn't know the opposite sex if it were right in front of you. And it is."

Colin and Ginny sat next to Neville at the Gryffindor table, enjoying the perfectly good-tasting food prepared by the house-elves (Hermione still didn't approve of it; Ron was just happy that she didn't have spew and he and Harry were just fine going down with her to the kitchens, gratefully thanking the elves).

The two Gryffindor's walked back into the Gryffindor tower and sat in front of the fire, back to back, doing there biographies, assigned by Professor Binns.

Ginny was assigned to do Athena, the Greek goddess. Since she has her own Chocolate Frogs card, Ginny got most of her facts from that (Ginny has 3 of those cards).

"My goodness, I can't take this anymore!"

Ginny snapped her book shut and looked at Alicia, who had just sat down on the couch and ran her hands through her hair.

"What's wrong, Alicia?"

"It's… it's nothing." Alicia was biting her lip and Ginny watched. Alicia shook here head suddenly and turned to Ginny. "Angelina and Katie really want me to go the ball, but I don't have a date."

Ginny nodded, thinking as hard as she could, and smacked herself on the head mentally. "Why don't you ask Harry?" Alicia looked at her surprised. "I think he's free. But if not, you can my brother George. He's free too."

"Alright, thanks Ginny." Alicia got up from her seat and hugged Ginny.

"She asked me!"

Ginny looked up and saw her brother George walked up to her and Colin with Fred behind him.

"Who?" Ginny asked, already knowing who "she" was.

"Alicia! She asked me to the ball!" A wide grin was spread across his face and Fred, who was still behind him, rolled his eyes.

"'Course she did, George, we're irresistible to women."

Ginny rolled her eyes as she turned to Colin. "The ball is in one week."

Colin tugged on his collar and smiled at her coolly. "I'm ready for it."

"Sure you are…" said Ginny, giggling.

He stared at Ginny, mocked.

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a/n: Shorter than the last chapter, eh? Ah… oh well. School is such a… dagnabit! I have math to do! GYAH!! No! Yeesh!!