Disclaimer: 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' and 'Funny Face' belong to Paramount Pictures. 'My Fair Lady' belongs to Warner Brother's Studios. I couldn't find the writers, but I'll keep looking. No infringement was intended. Naturally everything else except the OC's and the plot (mine) belong to the wonderful, talented JK Rowling.

A/N: sorry it took so long; major rewrites. Sorry it's so long. Now working on next chapter.

Chapter 3

Ginny hurried down the corridor of the train, praying no one would see her until she could make it to her compartment. Not that there was anything to see, but she just needed a few moments to compose herself. Good grief, that had been embarrassing! Humiliating! Of all the people to walk in on her in just her bra and skirt, Malfoy was probably the worst! And she'd acted like a moron; first nearly screaming her head off, and then forgetting all about modesty when she thought he might be able to help her clean a damned stupid blouse! She had, for just one moment there, thought that perhaps he was finally turning into a decent human being. She thought he had been trying to protect her reputation and preserve her modesty. But he'd been quick enough to stomp on her presumption. He'd probably only helped her so he could get the loo to himself faster. And his comment when she'd asked him to turn around! He was right on both counts; it was a bit silly to worry about modesty when he'd already seen everything, and she did have little enough to be modest about. But the rotten git didn't have to actually say it, did he? And if that wasn't bad enough, she was sure he was going to spread the story around, embellishing it, no doubt.

She stood outside her compartment door for another moment before telling herself to grow up. Let Malfoy do what he would; she'd hold her head up and just ride it out. She thought with a small smile of malicious satisfaction that if he did spread tales, Ron would probably beat his face in. On that promising note, she entered the compartment.

The Ravenclaw girls had both gone, but her two roommates and Seamus were still sitting and talking. Seamus rose when she entered and immediately apologized again.

"I'm so sorry, Ginny," he said, taking her hand and pulling her to sit next to him. "That was a stupid stunt!"

The expression on his mobile face was so woebegone that Ginny almost had to laugh.

"Never mind," she said with a smile. "No harm done, right?"

Seamus brightened instantly. "Really? Great!" Then he looked at her robe.

"But you've still got juice on your new robe! Let me help you with that!"

He pulled out his wand and had Ginny remove the robe. She watched as he waved his wand and cleaned the remaining juice away quickly and efficiently.

Ginny glanced at her roommates then back at Seamus. "You know cleaning spells?" she asked, amazed. Lord, did everyone but her know those damned spells?

"Er." Seamus' face turned a bright red under her look. "Self sufficiency, you know? Mum taught me that one when she couldn't keep me out of mud puddles."

Ginny took her robe back and donned it thoughtfully. Lord, she thought again. The entire fiasco in the loo with Malfoy could have been avoided if she hadn't just bolted out of the compartment like a raving lunatic. She sat again and Seamus put a companionable arm around her. Ginny didn't even notice the dark looks Jess and Violet were giving her.

"Cheer up, lass," he said, broadening his Irish accent playfully. "Whatever it is that's bothering you, your Uncle Seamus'll fix it up, right?"

Ginny looked at him, liking him very much. Seamus was just one of those special people who always made you feel great. She gave him a small hug and a big grin, drawing even darker looks from her friends. "Thanks, Uncle Seamus, I feel much better already."

The remainder of the trip passed well enough. Ginny had pulled out some cards and the four of them played until they arrived in Hogsmeade. Seamus wandered off to ride with Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom to the castle, while Ginny, Jess and Vi got a whole carriage to themselves. The welcoming feast was louder than usual, even with the number of Slytherins less than half of normal. The sorting didn't do much to change that, with only three students being sorted into that house. In all, it was a rather odd night.

Ginny had waited for the telltale signs that Malfoy had talked to the other boys in Slytherin about the incident in the loo. She looked for smirks or sneers or comments from the Slytherins, but there was nothing. Not one knowing look, not a single insult or crude comment. Ginny frowned down at her plate, then glanced up to the Slytherin table. She could see Malfoy clearly, especially since her height put her well above most of the girls she sat with, but he wasn't looking her way. He seemed to fiddling with a ring on his left hand and ignoring the other Slytherins.

She looked away, still frowning. It was early, yet, she thought finally. Malfoy probably hadn't had time to really spread any stories. Shrugging, she turned to Jessica and asked her to pass the milk.

"You know, Ginny, you shouldn't lead Seamus on like that. That's just plain mean!" Violet told her later.

Ginny looked down at her friend, completely bewildered. Both Jess and Vi had been a bit cool toward her since leaving the train earlier. Ginny didn't have any idea what she'd done, but once the three girls were alone in their dorm room she was sure they'd tell her. However, she wasn't prepared for this!

"Are you two out of your minds?" she demanded. Sitting because she knew her friends didn't like having to crane their necks up to talk to her, she continued, "What on earth makes you think I'd ever lead anyone, especially Seamus, on?"

Both girls looked nervously at one another then back to where Ginny sat, arms crossed and looking a bit frightening, despite her confusion. Ginny didn't know it, but the girls were just the tiniest bit nervous around her. Not all the time; just when it came to arguments. Even without her imposing height, Ginny had a way of looking at you so you'd just want to back meekly away. They'd discussed it (not with her about, of course) and both girls felt it wasn't something she did on purpose. It was just HER. If you asked Ginny, she'd be the first to tell you that she didn't like confrontation, that she was spineless when it came to a fight. But it wasn't the least bit true. They both thought it was probably because she'd had to compete with six brothers, but whatever the cause, they were much happier when the three of them were all getting along.

"Look, Gin," Vi began a bit nervously. She wished she'd kept her mouth shut, but they might as well have it out now. "Maybe you weren't leading him on, but Seamus really is crazy about you. And you were smiling and laughing with him all through supper."

The look of bewilderment on Ginny's face increased. "Seamus? No way! We've always got on well together. He's friendly like that with everyone!"

"Oh, come on, Gin!" Jess said, exasperated. "Don't tell me you didn't notice that you're the only one he uses that sexy Irish brogue with! The word's out, you know. You're over Harry. Naturally Seamus is going to be the first in line!"

Ginny's eyes widened. She looked with disbelief from on to the other, shaking her head.

"But—but, Seamus is a FRIEND! He's not interested in me like that!"

Jess came over and flopped down on Ginny's bed next to her. "Ginny, you are hopeless, girl. I can't believe you didn't know Seamus has been mad about you for months!"

Ginny looked away, confused. She pictured Seamus, easily three inches shorter than she, with his curly brown hair and laughing blue eyes and shook her head again. He was funny and engaging, but he treated Ginny exactly the same way he treated every other girl in school. Didn't he?

Violet moved to Ginny's other side. "You honestly didn't know?"

"No," Ginny declared, but she felt something warm and tingly inside her. Did Seamus really like her?

"Gods, Ginny, we thought you were just teasing him on the train," Vi said seriously. Then she grinned. "Poor boy was in despair when you got spilled on. Especially after we told him about the new robes and all! I thought he was going to cry!"

Jess giggled but scolded. "It wasn't that bad, Vi. He just felt really bad about it. Thought it might ruin your whole day."

Ginny reflected that her entire day had nearly been ruined, but it wasn't Seamus' fault. No, she thought acidly, she could lay that blame directly at Draco Malfoy's feet. Sensing that the girls were watching her, she hid her anger at Malfoy and turned back to the conversation at hand.

"Are you sure?" she asked them. If it were true, what would she do? She knew from long, painful experience how to act around someone who didn't know she was alive. But how did one act with a boy who actually did like her, as a girl and not as a surrogate sister?

Jess gave Ginny a quick hug and then slipped off the bed. "Positive," she said firmly.

"And if you don't believe it, just smile at him like you did earlier and watch what he does," Vi added.

As they put out the lights, Ginny snuggled down into her bed. She had so much to think about, she didn't think she'd sleep a wink. Then she rolled over and was almost instantly asleep.

Ginny dressed with extra care the next morning. Her hair, long, straight and thin as it was, was braided and tossed over her shoulder. Her wispy bangs were curled away from her face and her clothes were spotless. And she had worn the silky slip today. She'd almost decided to forgo the slip until it was cold enough to wear a jumper as well, because the slip, much to Hermione's initial shock, was black. But with her robe, no one would be able to tell she had a black slip under her white blouse. She also wore the black bra and knickers and, even though no one would see them except her, she felt more feminine than she could ever remember. Gathering up her book bag, she donned her robe and headed downstairs.

Vi and Jess were waiting for her in the Common Room when she came down. She walked over to sit with them, noticing the odd looks bother were giving her.

"What?" she asked as she plopped onto the couch. "Have I got spots since I last looked in the mirror?"

"No-oo," Jess said uncertainly. "But something's different. Are you wearing makeup?"

"As if…" Ginny said impatiently, using a phrase that was becoming quite popular. "What are you on about? What's different?"

Vi shrugged. "I dunno, just something. Oh, well," she dismissed it. "Anyone hungry?"

The Great Hall was quickly filling, except for the Slytherin table. It looked sort of forlorn, with so few kids there. Generally there were about seven to twelve students in each year for each house. With seven years, each house averaged between 50 and 80 students, more or less. But although the other three houses had their full allotment, Slytherin appeared to have fewer than thirty students. And most of the Slytherins seemed much more subdued than usual. Ginny didn't waste any time on watching the Slytherin table, though. She and her friends sat near the middle of their table, where they had for the last five years, and Ginny was waiting eagerly for her course list, even though Professor McGonagall hadn't even entered the Great Hall yet. She was talking quietly to Vi when Jess nudged her suddenly. Ginny looked over to Jess and saw Seamus slide in between Jess and herself. He gave Jess a friendly greeting, then turned to Ginny.

"Mornin', Ginny-girl," he said in his lilting accent. "Sure, you're looking lovely this morning."

Ginny blushed, suddenly aware of the warmth in his gaze. She had never noticed it before, but she realized that her friends were right. He never 'played up' the Irish in his voice except with her. Ginny looked down in confusion, not knowing how to react.

She felt him lean closer and heard his voice in her ear, soft and firm. "I'm sure the table is fascinating, Ginny-girl, but I'd rather you looked at me."

Ginny glanced up, startled that he'd moved so close, but she was saved from having to respond when Professor McGonagall thrust her arm between the two of them.

"I hope," she said starchily, "that you'll be concentrating more on your grades than on Miss Weasley's ear, Mr. Finnegan. Last year's marks were a disgrace!"

Vi and Jess giggled, while Ginny squirmed uncomfortably. She knew she was blushing furiously and hoped their Head of House didn't notice as she placed Seamus' course list on the table in front of him. Ginny heard the woman give a sniff before rifling the stack she was holding for Ginny's.

Her voice softened slightly as she gave Ginny hers. "I'm glad to see that at least one Weasley has chosen a few challenging courses. I'm looking forward to seeing you in Advanced Transfiguration later, Miss Weasley."

Seizing her list and thankful for an excuse not to have to face Seamus quite yet, Ginny scanned her classes.

"Damn," Vi hissed as the Transfiguration professor moved away. "We've got double Herbology with the Slytherins."

Now Ginny glanced toward the far table. A quick scan of the table revealed only four sixth year Slytherins at the table.

"It won't be so bad, Vi," she soothed. "We'll outnumber 'em this year."

"Yeah," Jess agreed, talking around Seamus. "That's right."

"Don't forget," Seamus said, bringing their attention to him, "Each Slytherin is enough of a pain in the arse for two people!"

He grinned and accepted their laughter as his due, then turned back to Ginny. "Let's see what you got, luv," he said, tugging the sheet from her fingers.

He studied her classes thoroughly and frowned. "Looks like I can only walk you to classes on Tuesdays and Fridays," he said, sounding disgusted. "That is," he hesitated, looking up at her, "if you want me to."

Ginny was blushing again, wanting to sink into the table and jump up and down on it at the same time, squealing girlishly. Vi nudged her, silently reminding her she had just been asked a question.

"Of c-course!" she said quickly. "If you want to!"

Seamus' smile was all the answer she needed. "Great! I'm going to go sit with Dean; we're discussing our Quidditch strategies for the year. See you later?"

Ginny nodded and smiled and Seamus was off. Jess scooted in and dug an elbow into Ginny's ribs. "Told you, didn't I?"

Ginny and her friends were sitting together at a table in the Three Broomsticks several weeks later. They were waiting for Seamus to join them and chatting about how school was going this year. Vi and Jess were both still unattached and spending all their free time talking about this boy or that. Ginny had volunteered last year to help Madam Pince in the library this year, so most of her evenings were spent shelving books, finding books for other students, or cleaning books, a task made much easier since there were significantly fewer students this year. Ginny thought it would be wonderful to have so few Slytherins about, but the fact was that without the spice of the ancient rivalry between that house and hers, things were just a bit boring. Ginny glanced around for Seamus, but he wasn't here yet. She did see Malfoy, however, and that made her think of the train trip from London. Malfoy was sitting at a table by himself writing in a notebook and occasionally twisting the large ring on his hand. The writing was something he seemed to spend hours doing in the library. Ginny glanced away, thinking how odd it was that he hadn't humiliated her by telling everyone about what she now permanently thought of as the 'loo incident'. But it had been two months and she still hadn't heard a whisper. And Malfoy had mostly left off bullying others, too. Another odd occurrence. She chanced another glance at the boy she'd loathed for years, wondering whether he really had grown up a bit, or whether he was just a coward without the support of both of his goons and a full house of Slytherins. Not a coward, she thought, since he still gave Ron and Harry a hard time, whether Vince Crabbe was with him or not. Shrugging to herself and trying to look interested in Jess and Vi's running commentary on boys, Ginny looked around again for Seamus.

She and Seamus had fallen into a routine of going to breakfast together, meeting for lunch, and studying together when Ginny was finished at the library. The first time he'd walked her to class, Ginny had been a little embarrassed because of their height difference. Seamus didn't seem to notice it, though, and after a week or two, neither did Ginny. It had been fun and exciting, and for the first time in years she didn't feel like a tall, skinny beanpole. Until the first time he kissed her. Ginny still giggled a little to remember it, but it had been awkward and a little embarrassing at the time. If it hadn't been for his wonderful sense of humor, Ginny wouldn't have gotten through it.

They'd been sitting in the Common Room, studying, when Ginny decided it was time to go to bed. She'd risen and Seamus had been right beside her. He'd walked her to the stairs, but he'd tugged her back before she could go up. His eyes had locked with hers and he'd pulled her toward him. Ginny had tried to bend down, but it hadn't quite worked until Seamus had muttered, "Damnation!" and stepped up onto the first step. Looking her in the eye, he'd teased, "Come here, my Amazon darlin'," and gathered her into his arms for a real kiss. Ginny's first kiss. It had been thrilling, but not quite what she'd expected. Oh, she knew all about kissing and tongues and open mouths and all the rest she'd read about in her sappy romance stories, but the reality had been just a trifle disappointing. Thankfully, their kissing since had become more comfortable. And Ginny realized that after everything she'd read in silly novels, her expectations had been unrealistic. Seamus was a wonderful boy, thoughtful and funny and there was no doubt that he absolutely adored Ginny.

As she sat waiting for him, Ginny was bothered by one thing, though. She didn't absolutely adore him. Oh, she liked him very much, and he made her laugh. He made her feel pretty and feminine and even, despite the fact that she was taller, petite. He was great! And he deserved a girl who could return his deep affection. Ginny had cautiously brought this up to Jess and Vi, but their answers were unsatisfactory. Vi had said they were too young for really deep feelings yet, anyway, and Jess had assured Ginny that she would 'grow' to feel that way for Seamus. Ginny had toyed with the idea of approaching Hermione, but they were at school now, and Ginny never felt as comfortable talking with the older girl as when she was home. Besides, with her duties as Head Girl, Hermione had more important things to worry about than Ginny's love life.

Ginny sighed, then smiled as Seamus ambled up and slid onto the chair next to Ginny. "'Lo, girls, hullo, luv," he said, smiling and giving Ginny a squeeze. They all smiled and greeted him before Jess and Vi returned to discussing boys again.

"Want to get a different table?" Ginny asked.

Seamus caught her hands and grinned. "Now, what I really would be wantin', luv, would be for you and me to sneak out back…" He leered playfully at her and Ginny grinned back. But she pulled her hands free, shrugging.

"You know you'd probably have to elbow a good portion of the school population out of the way to find room back there," Ginny commented, knowing that the dark alley behind the 'Broomsticks was a popular place for kids to snog. Then clicked her tongue. Her bra strap had just slipped down her shoulder again. The damned thing was always doing that. Ginny tried to get it back in place by hitching her shoulder up. Then, when that didn't work, by lifting her arm. She hoped Rosemerta wouldn't think she was signaling for more drinks and wondered, irritated, whether it was a design defect or whether there just wasn't enough of her to anchor the stupid thing in place. Whatever the cause, it was driving her nuts.

"The strap again?" Seamus asked, amused. He'd caught her going through the same motions some time before and had asked whether she were practicing yoga. She'd explained, then wished she'd kept silent. Whenever it happened now, he always said he'd be happy to help her with it.

Today, however, his voice didn't sound teasing. He reached over and gently plucked at the braid that always hung over her right shoulder. Sliding it back, he let it dangle behind her. Then his finger skimmed down her arm until he could feel the offending strap through the material of her robe and blouse. Ginny froze as he traced the strap and caught her eyes. His blue eyes looked much darker than normal, and Ginny shivered a bit at the intent expression on his face.

"Would you be wantin' some help with that?" he asked, his voice much lower than usual.

Ginny tried to shake off her discomfort, laughing and slapping his hand away. Doing a very bad imitation of his accent, she said, "Now, me boy-o, don't you be makin' me come after you wi' my shillelagh!"

Seamus looked hurt, but, before he could say or do anything more, Ginny turned away slightly, reached as discretely as possible into her blouse and tugged up the strap. She had glanced cautiously around as she finished and was shocked to meet Malfoy's equally shocked eyes. He'd obviously seen her adjusting her strap and now he looked like he'd just swallowed his tongue. Ginny glared at him, wondering why she had to keep on embarrassing herself in front of her worst enemy? And what right did he have to give her that look? Boys were forever adjusting themselves in public, weren't they? They'd casually dip a hand into a pocket, then do that odd hip roll, as though they had contents that had shifted and they were merely putting them back in place. Besides, it wasn't like she'd grabbed her breast and shoved it around. She'd simply slipped her strap back onto her shoulder. When she turned back to Seamus, he was his usual smiling self again. But Ginny felt uncomfortable now. She knew he'd been expecting a different reaction, and that stupid git Malfoy had looked like she'd committed some horrible crime. All Ginny wanted to do was get out of there. She asked Seamus if they could go and he stood immediately. They excused themselves and Ginny and Seamus wandered around Hogsmeade, looking into the shops, buying candy and talking, but Ginny was very aware that something had changed. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was there, between them, making their conversation stilted and uncomfortable. Both of them seemed to feel relieved when they got back to the Common Room and were able to go their separate ways. Later that night Ginny was still trying to figure out what she'd done wrong when she fell asleep.

Sunday had been awkward, with both Ginny and Seamus trying to pretend nothing had changed. Monday morning Seamus told Ginny he was trying to finish an assignment for potions and she should go to breakfast without him. Although it hurt a little, Ginny was a bit relieved. Jess and Vi kept up a lighthearted stream of chatter, as though trying to take her mind off of Seamus. Classes seemed longer than usual, but Ginny was relieved when they finally got to their double Herbology class. Professor Sprout was taking them through the harvesting of foxglove, or wolfbane. There had been an enormous amount of the pretty but potentially deadly plant to be harvested. Ginny secretly thought the castle might be stocking up in the event of a werewolf attack, but she kept her fears to herself. As she, Jess and Vi were carrying their baskets to one of the storage sheds, they passed two of the Slytherin boys in their class. Vi smiled shyly at one of them, and surprisingly, he smiled back. These Slytherins didn't seem half bad, but Jess said it was just because they were outnumbered. Ginny was inclined to agree, but, as she didn't want to argue with Vi on the point, she kept her opinion to herself. The girls were heading back when they heard voices from round the corner of a shed. Male voices. Vi and Jess stopped in their tracks and looked fully prepared to stand there and listen in.

"Come on, you two," Ginny whispered, urging her friends to move. "We shouldn't be eavesdropping." Then they heard Vi's name.

The three girls looked at each other, and, as if by mutual agreement, snuck closer to the corner to listen better.

"Yeah, she's pretty, but she's a Gryffindor! What do you want with a Gryffindor girlfriend?"

The girls looked at each other, Ginny and Jess looking indignant and Vi looking flushed and pleased. They listened more closely as the other boy answered.

"I don't care if she's a Gryff. And, so what if she is? What's wrong with it? Malfoy's the most important Slytherin at school and I think he's hot for that other Gryff. Dunno what he sees in her, her being so tall and skinny, but he can't keep his eyes off her. If a Gryff's good enough for him, I don't see why I can't ask Violet out."

At this, Ginny straightened abruptly, uncomfortably aware that Jess and Vi were staring at her. There were very few really tall girls at Hogwarts and Ginny was the only Gryffindor female who qualified as being 'so tall and skinny'. She shook her head in denial, knowing the boys must be mistaken. Before she could suggest they get back to their classmates, though, the other boy spoke again.

"Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with Weasley. I guess she's good looking enough, but she's bossy. And when she gives you that 'look'..." He paused and Ginny started to back away. She wasn't quite far enough away, though, to miss the second boy say, "Guess Malfoy could handle her, though, if anyone could."

Vi and Jess caught up to Ginny and tried in vain to get her to talk to them, but she went through the remainder of the class tight lipped and silent. Malfoy! What was he doing watching her? Was he just waiting for an opportunity to humiliate her even more than in the loo? Was that why he'd been looking at her the other day? Or had the boys, knowing she'd been listening, set her up? No, she dismissed that as soon as it crossed her mind. The first boy, what was his name? Oh, yes, Charles Underwood. He wouldn't have said that about Vi if he'd known she was listening, would he?

She had glared at the two Slytherins when they'd finally rejoined the class. The one, Charles, had looked away, his cheeks red. The other had stepped back a pace, crossing his arms and giving Ginny a speculative look. Probably wondering how Malfoy would 'handle' her, she fumed. Well, she'd handle Malfoy if she ever caught him 'staring' at her. And if he so much as breathed a single word about the 'loo incident', she wouldn't wait for Ron to smash his face in. She'd ambush him outside the library some night and strangle him herself. It was infuriating!

Class was finally over and Ginny stomped back toward the castle, not bothering to wait for her friends. She didn't even bother to return to Gryffindor to deposit her books. She would go to the library and wait there until her anger died down. Halfway up the stairs the damned strap started its daily journey down her shoulder and with a curse she reached under her robe and tried to yank it into place through the sleeve of her blouse. She was only partially successful but as there were several students milling around on the upper levels, she let it be for now.

Ginny was near the library when she saw a familiar tall figure ahead. Malfoy! The author of all her miseries was walking slowly in the same direction as she was. He hadn't seen her and Ginny was tempted to either turn back to Gryffindor Tower or to run up and give him a hard shove. Indeed, she could picture herself shoving him and him falling on that hateful face. Maybe he'd even get a bloody nose! She didn't act on either impulse. First, she would feel like a horrible coward if she let Malfoy dictate where she went in school, just by his presence. And more importantly, if she attacked him, she would eventually have to explain her actions. Right now she had no proof of what the two Slytherins were saying. She'd never noticed Malfoy staring at her and she was certain that he hadn't said anything about the train. And even if she could prove that he was staring at her, so what? He wasn't physically harming her; he wasn't even (it appeared) spreading gossip about her. So, instead of giving in to the murderous impulse, she merely continued walking, albeit at a slower pace, to the library.

Malfoy disappeared into the boys' bathroom and Ginny used the opportunity to hurry past and slip into the library. Madam Pince gave her a curt nod and Ginny moved to a table near the circulation desk. She usually put her things behind the desk, but she wasn't working yet and Madam Pince could be rather touchy sometimes. Ginny pulled her things out and started on the potions assignment Professor Snape had given them earlier. Unlike Ron and Harry, Ginny actually enjoyed Potions. She figured it was because hers wasn't a double class with a pack of Slytherins, as Ron always seemed to get, so Snape didn't seem to feel it necessary to play favorites or pick on the Gryffindors. She was soon immersed in her assignment.

The potions assignment neatly dovetailed with her Herbology lesson. Professor Snape wanted them to study the making of anti-werewolf powders and potions and Professor Sprout was teaching them how to harvest and prepare the foxglove or wolfbane for such uses. Ginny was so engrossed in her research that when the irritating strap slipped down again, she absently loosened her tie, freed the top button of her blouse, and reached in to pull the strap up. She suddenly felt a strange prickling sensation down her back. Straightening, she rolled her shoulders, trying to get rid of the sensation. She could still feel it, thought. It was that odd sensation of being watched. Ginny whirled in her seat, expecting to see Malfoy sitting nearby giving her that disgusted look again. The library was practically empty. Brow wrinkled, Ginny turned back to her assignment. She would have sworn someone had been watching her, but obviously she had been wrong. Before she could settle back to work, Madam Pince approached her.

"Are you going to be here all night, Miss Weasley?" the librarian said in a hushed, stiff voice. "Or do you actually plan to have some supper?"

Ginny glanced at her watch, surprised. She'd been here over an hour!

"Er, yes, ma'am. I'm going right now!" Ginny gathered her things and deposited them in her bag. With another uneasy glance around the deserted library, she shouldered the bag and headed out the door.

Ginny was about halfway down the stairway when she realized how stupid it was for her to lug her bag down to the Great Hall, only to have to lug it right back up here. She turned back toward the library to ask the librarian if she could just leave her things until she finished supper. Pushing open the library door, she called, "Madam Pince? Can I leave my bag here?"

There was no answer and Ginny realized the woman had probably headed for her chambers where she usually passed the supper hour, being unused to the crowd and noise of the Great Hall. She tried again. "Um, Madam PINCE?"

Still no answer. Ginny shrugged to herself. She'd tried. She slipped behind the circulation desk and deposited her things, then pushed the library door open, wanting to hurry down to supper. She cringed when she felt the door slam into someone and heard the person curse.

"Oh, my God," Ginny said quickly, peeking around the door. "I'm sor—," was as much as she got out when the door was yanked out of her hands and Draco Malfoy stood glaring at her.

He was holding the edge of the door with one hand and his cheek with the other, the large, ugly signet ring winking evilly at her. Ginny understood immediately that she had just smacked him in the face. The anger she'd felt over the conversation she'd overheard earlier vanished as she looked at him in chagrin. The look on his face was enough to make her run and hide, but she just stood there, frozen to the spot.

"Goddamnit, Weasley!" Malfoy hissed at her, pulling his hand from his cheek and examining it for blood.

Ginny saw a large lump starting to rise, with a perfectly straight weal running vertically through it. Oh, lord, poor Malfoy, she thought. Without even thinking how ridiculous it was to feel sorry for him, she stepped closer and raised a hand to his cheek. He flinched back from her touch and grabbed her hand.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Trying to have another go at me?" he snapped, pushing her hand away from him.

Ginny stepped back, surprised at the venom in his tone. She straightened to her full height, nearly able to look him directly in the eye. She narrowed hers as she looked at him angrily.

"I'm sorry, Malfoy," she said icily. "If I'd known you were sneaking around, I might have opened the door more slowly. But, then," she paused, making sure he was paying attention, "I might just have shoved it open harder."

If she hoped to shock or surprise him, she was disappointed. He merely glared at her and nodded. "No doubt, Weasley," he said sourly. "Are you going to stand there forever, or get the hell out of the way so I can go in?"

Ginny realized that she was blocking the door to the library. She should feel relieved that Malfoy hadn't just shoved her aside or bowled right over her. Lord knew he probably felt he had the right. Ginny stepped back inside the library, wondering if she should go get one of the teachers. His cheek was still swelling, and if he didn't heal it magically, it would be spectacularly coloured by morning. Her conscience wouldn't allow her to just desert him, so she followed when he stomped inside and tossed his book bag onto the nearest table. He spun to face her, glowering.

"Well?" he demanded, still scowling. "What are you still doing here? Planning your next attack?"

Ginny took a step back, thinking he could bloody well shift for himself. Unfortunately, she couldn't seem to stop herself from reaching up to try to touch the swollen lump on his cheek again.

"You should get some ice on that, straight away," she murmured, moving forward when he didn't pull away again. "It's going to look like someone socked you if you don't."

"Fine, Weasley," he sneered, flinching slightly at the pain the insufferable expression caused. "You did it, you heal it. You've enough magic for THAT, don't you?"

Ginny glared at him, knowing he was talking about the loo incident and her inability to clean her own blouse. She dropped the hand she'd been reaching with, noting disgustedly that her stupid strap had dropped again, as well.

"Sorry, Malfoy," she sneered right back. "Healing's not my strong point. Especially when it's a conceited git like you!"

She started to turn away, her left hand automatically trying to work the strap up through her sleeves. She gasped when she felt Malfoy's hand grab her wrist and pull her back.

"What are--," she stopped when she saw Malfoy glaring at her. Well, not precisely at her, but at her right arm. She tried to pull away but even though they were almost the same height, he was much stronger than she. "Malfoy, what are--."

"You should do something about that, Weasley," he said darkly, his eyes still riveted to her arm.

Ginny stared at him, wondering what was wrong with him. His light eyes seemed shades darker suddenly, and his pale cheeks were slightly flushed. He didn't seem to be angry about the injury she'd just given him, but he did seem to be angry at something. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from gasping when he raised his left hand to her arm. He trailed his fingers up her arm, sliding them beneath the material of her robe. It was similar to what Seamus had done a few days ago, but at the same time, nothing like.

Malfoy's fingers found the bra strap easily, but instead of tugging at it, he traced the strap around her arm to the back, then back to the front, again and again. The whole while, he was staring at her arm, as though visualizing what lay beneath the concealing robe and blouse. Ginny realized with a sudden shock that he knew exactly what her clothing hid. He'd seen for himself, and had wasted no time ridiculing what little there was. But the intent look on his face, the soft, lazy touch of his fingers on her arm, lord, even the way he smelled, standing so close to her, his mouth almost level with hers, were sending shivers through her body. It was nothing like when Seamus had touched her and offered to help her with her strap.

No! Of course not! Ginny screamed to herself. She LIKED Seamus, and despised this arrogant, conceited git. She was even a bit frightened of him, and that was why she was shivering at his touch! No telling what kind of nasty trick he would pull, right? Ginny blinked and realized that she'd actually stood there, after Malfoy had insulted her once again, and let him start pawing her! What was wrong with her? She didn't notice Malfoy reach into his pocket, but she was just pulling away from him when he pulled his wand out.

"Unless you want every boy in school trying to, er, give you a 'hand', you'd better learn this little bit of magic," he growled at her, tapping the wand to her arm. He said a quiet spell, one she'd never heard before, but apparently effective. She could feel the strap lifting up her arm until it rested properly back over her shoulder.

Ginny felt humiliated and grateful at the same time. Why did bloody Malfoy have to be the one who had caught her, twice now and lord knew how many other times, dragging her strap up? She was just wondering how to thank him when he spoke again.

"Well, Weasley, do you think you can handle at least THAT little spell? Or is that not in your line, either?"

Gratitude dissolved instantly into intense dislike. She wanted so badly to slap the disgusting smirk off his face that her hands actually twitched. He noticed.

"Huh, good thing I didn't expect to be thanked for my troubles. I'd be rather careful of slapping, though, Weasley. You never know who might just decide to hit back."

He backed away from her and gave her a final sneer. "And next time, Weasley, try getting something that actually fits."

Ginny seethed all the way down to the Great Hall. Malfoy had picked up his books and sauntered off toward the back of the library, completely ignoring her impotent rage. Oh, she'd been so tempted to follow him and smack him, but she remembered his words. She wouldn't put it past a Malfoy to hit back, even if it meant hitting a girl. Besides, she'd always thought it ludicrous that women thought they could strike men without consequences. And with her unusual height and strength for a girl, it would be totally unfair to trade on that particular double standard. Even with an irritating git like Malfoy.

Instead, Ginny vowed to make sure she never gave him a chance to embarrass her like that again.

"Where's Seamus?" Violet asked her several days later.

The girls were just sitting down to breakfast and, once again, Seamus hadn't joined them. Ginny slid in between her friends, but curled one leg under her so she could look around. She glanced around the Great Hall and shrugged.

"I think we're going to stop going out," she said, a bit sadly.

"What? Ginny, he's crazy about you!" Jessica gave Ginny a disbelieving look, but Ginny nodded.

"I know, but I think he knows I don't feel the same. He's been different lately, ever since the trip to Hogsmeade. I don't blame him, though. It's miserable caring that much for someone who doesn't feel the same way. I did it for years with Harry."

Vi put a comforting arm around Ginny. "I'm sorry, Gin. I thought you two were so great together."

Ginny gave her a weak smile. "Yeah, and he always makes, er, made me laugh. But he really deserves someone just as great as he is."

Just then, Jess elbowed Ginny in the ribs, nodding toward the Slytherin table. "Gods, he really is staring! I thought Charles was making that up!"

The other two girls looked up and saw that Malfoy was indeed staring at Ginny. Rather, he seemed to be staring at her legs. Looking down, Ginny realized what he was looking at. She'd left her robe unfastened and it had fallen apart, revealing her knee, a long expanse of thigh from her skirt having ridden up, and about two inches of silky black lace from her slip. Ginny immediately tugged the skirt back down and brought her knees together, feet firmly on the floor. It took less than a second, but the damage was done. The git had seen her embarrassed again! She chanced one swift glance at Malfoy's face, but only saw the back of the sixth year boy who liked Vi. Charles seemed to be arguing with Malfoy and was blocking him from view. Ginny didn't know if it was on purpose, but she suddenly decided that Charles was all right in her books.

"Good grief, Ginny, it was only your slip! It wasn't like he was trying to see your knickers or something!" They were preparing for bed later that night and Jess was trying to get Ginny off the subject of what horrid atrocities she'd like to commit on Malfoy's person.

"Besides, it wasn't like you were trying to get his attention, right? Can't blame a boy for being a boy. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't more boys staring. We just didn't notice them."

"Oh, thanks, Jess, you're really making me feel much better," Ginny grumbled as she pulled on her pajamas. She was still fuming over the incident, but since she hadn't told the girls about her run in with Malfoy in the library, they really couldn't understand her anger. Malfoy must have healed the injury, though. The next morning his face had been unmarred.

"Well, at least he didn't see you in that rig," Vi teased, eying Ginny with a lifted brow.

Ginny was wearing men's pajamas since she couldn't find any really nice nightgowns in her size that didn't look ridiculous on her. She glanced into the mirror and sighed.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Thank the fates for small favors. He'd probably assume that they were handed down from the boys and throw our money situation in my face."

Vi sighed and thought it was much more likely he'd try to devour her. The men's pajamas were oddly very sexy on her long, lean friend. Especially since they were just a bit too large and would probably make Malfoy imagine what she'd look like in his pajamas. That is, she thought with a sudden grin, if he wore any.

"Charles said that he must be mad about you, because he's completely unapproachable when your name comes up."

Two sets of eyes locked on Violet when she made this admission.

"And just when did you talk to 'Charles' about me?" Ginny demanded.

Vi blushed and stammered a bit. "W-well, we did get a f-few minutes in Herbology, today. He asked me to g-go to the Christmas dance with him."

"There's a Christmas dance?" Jess jumped off her bed and threw herself onto Vi's bed, snatching up the girl's pillow and holding it threateningly. "And how does Mr. Nice Slytherin know there's going to be a dance?"

"He was serving detention with Professor McGonagall and heard her discussing it with another teacher," Vi said casually. "He said he wanted to ask me before anyone else did."

Ginny sat next to Vi and took the pillow from Jess. "And how did you find this out, AND have a discussion about me and Malfoy in a 'few minutes in Herbology'?"

Vi blushed again. "We-ell," she said slowly. "I guess maybe we spent a few minutes talking after he finished Quidditch practice, too."

"The PITCH!" Jess and Ginny squealed together. Everyone knew that there was probably no better place (weather permitting) for some privacy (spelled s-n-o-g-g-i-n-g) than at the Quidditch pitch. Even with a team practicing, there were plenty of secluded niches to hide in. Ginny forgot her irritation with Malfoy as she grabbed Vi's hands and pulled her off the bed. Jess joined her and they both began jumping up and down, giggling and shrieking excitedly.

"You met him at the pitch! You met him at the pitch!" they singsonged together. Vi blushed even more furiously.

"It wasn't like that!" she insisted when her friends had calmed down. "I just went to watch our team practice, you know? I can't help it that his team was just finishing, can I?"

Ginny and Jess looked at Vi, then at each other. They grinned and started singing again, "You met him at the pitch, you met him at the pitch!"

Vi gave them both a disgusted look and flopped back onto her bed. "You two are just pathetic!"



Ginny was in an odd mood. It had been several weeks since she and Seamus had officially broken up. They still talked and he still made her laugh. But there was now a restraint between them. Ginny was very careful not to spend very much time alone with him. She found that he still followed her with his eyes and once or twice looked on the verge of asking her out again, or even cornering her in some dark, deserted place, but he never did. She felt bad that it hadn't worked out between them, because Seamus was really a wonderful person. He just wasn't the one for her.

The holidays were fast approaching, and everyone was making plans. There was to be a dance; Charles had been right about that. Seamus had approached Ginny, wondering if she'd like to go with him, 'just as friends'. She'd thanked him, but said no. Vi, of course, was going with Charles. Colin Creevey had asked Jess. At first, though, she'd refused.

"Well, I can't let Gin sit alone, now can I?" Jess asked when Vi asked her why she said no.

"You'd better," Ginny had exclaimed when she heard. "If you don't go with Colin, just because I don't have a date, I'll sit in the room and read the night of the dance!"

Both of her friends protested.

"But, Ginny," Jess began, but Ginny cut her off.

"There hasn't been a dance here since the Yule ball three years ago! There is no way I'm going to let you two miss out! Just make sure your fellows don't mind if I sit with you!"

After much arguing, they finally agreed that they would go, as long as Ginny sat at their table with them. The question of what to wear arose, but since Ginny had gotten new robes this summer, she didn't have to worry about it. She only had to consider what to do with her hair.

"You know," she mused as they sat in front of the large mirror on the wall. "When Hermione and I were in Muggle London, I saw a film poster with a hairdo that I liked."

Of course she'd told her friends about the shopping expedition, and they were eager to hear about the poster.

"It was a really skinny woman with huge eyes. She was wearing this black sheath dress and a diamond choker, I think. And her hair was pulled up, smooth and sleek around her head, and piled up in the back."

Ginny concentrated, trying to recall the name of the film, trying even harder to remember exactly what the actress had looked like. Jess was Muggle born, and might be able to help her if she could come up with a name. She seemed to remember the woman wearing long black gloves and holding a cigarette in a cigarette holder, too, but couldn't be positive.

"Um, it was something like 'Breakfast at Tippery's' or something like that. Does it sound familiar?"

Jess thought, then said uncertainly, "Er, 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'? That old film? Lord, Gin, it must be twenty, thirty years old! You want to look like Audrey Hepburn?"

Ginny shrugged. "Whoever," she said. "I just liked how neat and sophisticated her hair looked. And she was skinny, like me!"

Jess thought again, then snapped her fingers. "You know, that's just the ticket. The woman was thin as a rail, and she starred in lots more films. Men were mad about her, even if she was all skin and bones! Let me send an owl to my brother. He can copy some pictures of the 'net and send them back. Too bad we don't have fax here."

Vi and Ginny nodded vaguely, barely understanding that Jess was talking about using a computer. The entire computer/internet thing was almost incomprehensible to them. Jess rolled her eyes at them and hurried to send a note to her brother.

As she was scribbling her note, Vi leaned over and whispered, "Why would we need facts?"

Ginny shook her head and shrugged, mystified.

Ginny was shelving books. The holidays officially began the following day and there were hundreds of books that students, going home for two weeks, had dropped off so they wouldn't return them late. Friday night was never a really busy library night, especially at this time of year. In fact, she thought the library might be deserted. As she shelved the books, Ginny happily contemplated the dance, to be held tomorrow night. She'd received the pictures (still non-moving) from Jess' brother and had loved all the different views of the actress. The woman, Audrey Hepburn, really was thin, almost emaciated. But she had lovely bones, large eyes and a distinctly 'classy' air to her. She was definitely elegant. And Ginny had decided on the 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' hairdo, even though the pictures from the films 'Funny Face' and 'My Fair Lady' were also attractive.

With these happy thoughts, Ginny reached for the next stack of books. She'd separated them by location, and was now working on the almost inaccessible books on the top shelves. These were at least ten or twelve feet off the ground, and required the use of the rolling ladder. She'd first used her wand for these, but Madam Pince forbade her the use of magic in the library. With a sigh, Ginny hauled the large stack to the ladder and balanced them on one of the middle steps. Looking around hastily, she hiked up her robe and started climbing.

Climbing up steps while trying not to upset a stack of books and keep one's robe hem from tripping one was difficult at best. Finally, annoyed, she removed the robe so she could climb freely. Neatly folding her robe and setting it over the top step, she grabbed two books and made it to the top of the stairs with only a little more difficulty.

"Stupid not to use magic," she mumbled to herself, shoving the first book into its slot. As Madam Pince was out of the library, collecting more stray books from classrooms, Ginny probably could have used magic. Unfortunately, she might get caught in the act, as she had been once before, so she decided to do it the hard way. Looking at the author's name on the second book, Ginny sighed. It was at the end of the aisle. She could climb down and push the ladder, or try to pull herself without upsetting the books already stacked on the step.

It was only a few feet, she told herself as she reached out for the shelf. She pulled herself, relieved that the wheels at the bottom of the ladder were moving smoothly. She reached out again, and gained a few more inches. This was actually going to work! Her next pull was a bit more enthusiastic, and she moved rather more quickly than she'd expected toward the end of the shelves. Focusing on not going too far, Ginny wasn't looking down. So it was totally unexpected when the ladder struck something suddenly, shuddering to a stop and knocking all the books (and almost knocking her, too) to the floor.

Ginny cringed and looked down, but the loud oath and string of expletives had already told her who she would see.

Draco Malfoy was rubbing his shoulder, glaring up at her and still spewing curses.

"Goddamn, Weasley, do you EVER look where you're going?"

Ginny hadn't felt too badly about the door in the face incident because there was no way she could have known he'd been there. But she should have been watching this time.

Climbing carefully down from the ladder, she tried to apologize.

"Malfoy, I'm really sorry! It was all my fault! I should have--."

"Yeah, right, Weasley!" he snapped, cutting her off. "You know, you should be declared a national disaster!"

He continued to glare as Ginny bit her lip and twisted her hands. It must have been that he was taller than her, because she didn't usually feel nervous even when confronted with hostility. Or maybe it was because she had been so careless. Whatever, she felt impelled to try again.

"Really, Malfoy, I am sorry! Can I do anything?"

"Not bloody likely, Weasley," he growled. "What the hell were you doing, anyway?"

Ginny frowned. "Well, that should be obvious. I was shelving books!" She glanced at all the books, now scattered on the floor, and knelt, picking them up.

Malfoy cursed again and strode away. Ginny sighed. At least she'd apologized, even though he'd been so ungracious about it. She heard him slam his books onto a nearby table. Then he was beside her, helping her gather all the books.

"Why the hell don't you use magic?" he demanded, still glaring. "Unless-- ."

"Don't even, Malfoy," Ginny said irritably. What was he doing, helping her, anyway? "Of course I can levitate a few books. Madam P doesn't allow magic in the library."

"Stupid," he muttered. "How're we supposed to practice when we can't use our talent? Where is the old bat, anyway? I expected her to be on our necks with all the racket you made."

Ginny decided they were rhetorical questions since he turned away from her to get the last few books without waiting for an answer. She stacked hers on the step again, wondering why Malfoy had helped her. He brought the books back, but stood there, holding them and glaring from her to the ladder and back.

"Go on, Weasley," he said angrily. "I'll hand them up. That way you can't maim any other unsuspecting students."

Ginny looked at him, hoping the shock she was feeling didn't show on her face. Draco Malfoy helping?

"I'm trying to study, Weasley!" he snapped at her, jaw set and cheeks slightly flushed with anger or annoyance. "The longer you're thrashing about, like a herd of dragons, the longer it's going to take me to finish. So let's just get this over with!"

Oh, Ginny thought to herself. Of course he'd have some perfectly selfish reason to help. With a slight feeling of trepidation, Ginny started climbing. As she reached for the first book, she glanced down and remembered that she wasn't wearing her robe! She was wearing her slip, of course, but from his vantage, Malfoy could look right up her skirt! She needn't worry, though. He was staring stonily at the shelves in front of him and holding up a book. He looked extremely annoyed. Even so, Ginny had to fight the urge to yank her robe back on. That would make it obvious that she'd been afraid he'd try to look at her knickers. And he'd made it perfectly clear that he wasn't interested in her undergarments, so she would only give him something to laugh at her about.

She shelved the first book, then the next, and then the next. Actually, it was going quite smoothly, which surprised Ginny. She couldn't imagine any joint venture with Malfoy going smoothly. She was still surreptitiously checking to make certain he wasn't peeking, but he remained silent and continued to stare ahead of him. Ginny shrugged and reached for the next book. She'd shelved over half of the books, with Malfoy shoving the ladder back and forth when she asked. The book she was holding didn't seem to have a space open for it, so Ginny had to shove at the books on either side to make room. She was just pushing it into place when she felt an odd prickle down her spine. She also felt an odd draft up her skirts and looked down to see Malfoy holding up the next book. But this time he was using the spine of the book to lift the edge of her skirt and he was staring intently up the damned thing! In a flash Ginny was down the ladder.

Malfoy clutched the book and took a step backward, but he was much too late. Furious, Ginny swung with all her might, catching Malfoy directly across the face with a powerful, open-handed slap. The crack must have been heard throughout the entire library, as must have the thud from Malfoy striking the shelves behind him. He dropped the book with a bang and was barely able to fend Ginny off when she came at him again.

"You BASTARD!" she hissed. "You perverted SON OF A BITCH! What the HELL did you think you were doing!?"

Ginny flailed at him with her fists, remembering all her grievances against him, putting her fury behind her blows. But her anger made her movements awkward, and he grabbed her fists easily. Although Malfoy looked bewildered by his actions, he didn't look a bit remorseful. That made Ginny even angrier! She couldn't remember feeling so angry!

"Look, Weasley, I didn't mean--," he stopped, seeming at a loss.

"Like hell, Malfoy!" she sneered. "Just looking for more ways to humiliate me? When I tell Ron, he's going to murder you!"

Malfoy now started looking angry. He was still holding her wrists, no longer an easy task when she was yanking and pulling with all her might.

"Go ahead, Weasley," he jeered. "He might be interested to know how you traipse around half nude, and how you're always tugging at your underthings in public!"

Ginny stilled. She was certain that Malfoy hadn't said anything about the loo incident, and she definitely didn't want Ron to know. She pulled her wrists away and stepped back.

"Yeah, that's just what I'd expect from you, Malfoy," she hissed. She felt her lip quiver and ordered herself not to cry. "Just get out! Get out or I'll have Madam Pince throw you out when she gets back!"

His eyes narrowed and he nodded once. "Don't worry, Weasley. I was just leaving!"

He turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving Ginny glaring at his back.

It took several minutes to calm down. Ginny couldn't believe that Malfoy had been trying to get a look at her knickers! Oh, yeah, she'd wanted to pull her robe closed, but that was just normal modesty. She'd never, in a million years, have thought the git would really look! He didn't fancy her, didn't even find her attractive! It was incomprehensible to her that he would try to look up her skirt, unless it was just a built-in male imperative. He was a boy; ergo he had to look. And what would he say about this latest fiasco? That she'd invited it with her immodesty? Finally getting her emotions under control, Ginny went back to shelving. She'd think about the horrible scene with Malfoy later. And if he did decide to talk, she'd take Ron's Beater's club and bash the git's face in! Hell with Pince, she thought as she pulled out her wand. She just wanted to get done as soon as possible.

Madam Pince came in as Ginny was finishing shelving the books on the lower shelves. She'd put her wand away long since and didn't have to worry about being caught. Madam Pince gave a stiff thanks for working so efficiently and asked her to look round and make sure no one forgot anything since the library would be closed until the following week. Since no one had come in all evening (except stupid Malfoy) Ginny knew she wouldn't find anything. But there at the back of the library was a small stack of schoolbooks.

Ginny remembered Malfoy slamming his books onto the table, then, in his hurry to leave, he must have forgotten them. She shook her head. She'd just leave them at the circulation desk. There was no way she would return them in person. She lifted the textbook, his Arithmancy text, and saw a sketchpad underneath.

Malfoy with a sketchpad? Ginny couldn't imagine Malfoy sketching, since that required some creativity, and the Malfoy she knew only destroyed things. She was overcome with curiosity, wondering what he would draw. Probably skulls and snakes and nasty things, she thought to herself.

Flipping the first page, she was astounded to find a very good portrait, done in charcoals, of Narcissa Malfoy. Ginny wouldn't have believed that Malfoy had done it, except that this was the book he was forever scribbling in, and there, at the bottom of the page was his signature.

"Wow," she breathed to herself. He was really good!

She looked around, as though afraid he would come storming in to claim his things and attack her for invading his privacy. Then she flipped the page, then the next and then the next. And nearly fainted. Covering more than half of the remaining pages were drawings of her!