A few days went. The Slytherins still weren't happy about the general situation of things. Their hero had suddenly betrayed them. The Malfoy they had been so proud to have in their midst's weren't a Malfoy after all. Most of them didn't know how to act. How are you supposed to act when everything that has been taught you gets turned upside down?

They didn't ignore Draco. He was still kind of a leader to them. In their eyes it was Ginny who was the traitor. She had caused the change. Nothing had happened until she and the prophecies had appeared on the scene. Everywhere Ginny went she could expect having to duck because of some flying vegetables or having to jump high because of some foot sticking out in her path.

Draco and Ginny hadn't exactly figured out anything when they were up in the tower. They weren't dating, just engaged to be married. Still, now they were talking which was more than they had been before the night. Nobody ever really saw them holding hands or kissing. That might be due the presence of Ron. But all the same there was something in the looks that passed between them during the dinners in the Great Hall.

Both Dumbledore and Hermione were pleased that their scheming had worked. The engaged couple was talking, which meant that by the time for the marriage they wouldn't be total strangers to each other.

One day the Slytherins had been particularly nasty to Ginny. From breakfast, where she tripped over seven feet, to Potions where somebody sabotaged her potion. She felt that she couldn't take it any more. Ginny just ran sobbing out of the Potions room, up all the stairs and out to sit by the lake. She was crying like mad, her eyes and skin were red.

"Why me? I didn't ask for any of this to happen. This isn't my fault, why can't they assault Professor Trelawney instead? This was all her fault, if the old hag hadn't been so crazy she wouldn't have made the prediction, and I wouldn't be caught up in it. Or if Draco's mum and Sirius could have kept their body parts to themselves then I would also be out of the picture." Ginny kept on crying and muttering, and that was how Draco found her when he came down to the lake.

"What's the matter Sweetheart?" He sat down next to her, and put his arm around her. They were sitting like they had that night in the tower. Ginny put her face into his shoulder, which he could feel getting wetter and wetter. He could hear her say something, but her sobbing and his shoulder muffled it. "I am afraid that I can't head a word that you're saying."

"Why me?" Ginny raised her head from his wet shoulder. "Why me and not you?" Her red eyes were blazing with anger. "Why in hells am I taking the brunt of the anger from the Slytherins? You are the one who "betrayed" them. Why aren't they throwing food at you?" Draco chuckled. "You want them to throw food at me? But I thought you liked me?"

Ginny smiled, a tiny crooked smile. "You're so skinny, you deserve some extra food." Draco had managed to make her forget about her misery for a while. Instead of tears there were now light banter and mischievous glances.

****

It was Pansy who had led the Slytherins against Ginny. Her reasoning had been that Draco wouldn't be persuaded to part with Ginny for anything. Ginny would have to see what life she was going to have if she got together with Draco. Pansy felt sure that Ginny would break down and break up with him if only things got rough enough. So she did her best.

She was not happy with the situation as she stood up in the divination tower and looked out of the window down at the lake. Draco and Ginny were sitting, Draco using a tree as a support and Ginny leaning against him, sitting between his legs.

"The tramp." Pansy hissed between her teeth. "How dare she lean on Draco like that? I am beginning to like this plan of the Master better and better. I have to succeed with the plan. I have to have Draco. He's mine. Mine. Mine. Mine I say. No way a skinny little poor mudblood-loving Weasley girl is ever going to get him."

***

Harry put on his invincibility cloak. He had made fun of Hermione when she wanted to play matchmaker with Malfoy and Ginny. Now he had got a letter. An unsigned letter that asked him to come to the Quidditch locker rooms at midnight. He had no idea of who could have sent it; hopes, but no real idea.

He thought for a minute about bringing the Marauder's map, but discarded the thought. It kind of added to the excitement, not knowing anything before the moment of sight. It made him feel adventurous, like he had in first year. He looked at the letter. It looked like a girl's handwriting, and it looked vaguely familiar. He couldn't say whom it belonged to however.

Harry hurried down the hallways and into the Gryffindor Locker Room. There wasn't anyone there. He looked at his wristwatch. He was early. It was ten to midnight.

A few minutes later Hermione stumbled in the door. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. "Harry? What are you doing here?" She blushed and looked around. "Are you the only one here?" When she had entered the room both of them could hear the locking spell being performed on the outside of the room. Harry looked at her.

"You know this is all your fault?" He informed her in a casual voice. "My fault? How can that be?" Hermione was outraged.

"Well, if you hadn't been so intent on matchmaking Malfoy and Ginny neither one of them would have felt the need to lock us up in here. I thought I had seen the handwriting before. Ginny wrote me the letter I got saying someone needed to meet me here at midnight. Why would she do that to me? I mean she earned a revenge on you, but I actually have helped them in all this mess. I made sure that Ron, George, Fred, Percy, Charlie and Bill didn't kill Draco. Why me?"

Hermione looked at his face and resolved something. They were locked in there together, at least until morning if she knew Ginny. So this was her golden opportunity. Hermione stepped forward and looked into his green eyes.

"What are you doing, Herm?" She didn't reply. She didn't want to think about it. She just kissed him. A long and intense kiss. When she stopped Harry found himself unable to speak.

Hermione shrugged then turned away and sat down on one of the benches in the locker room. Harry just turned and stared at her for a very long time. Finally he was able to mutter some coherent words into a sentence. "What did you do that for?"

She sighed. "Can't you guess? Harry, I happen to like you. That's why I did it." Harry became pensive at that. Finally he managed to do something. He bent down and kissed Hermione. When he broke loose it was her turn to be surprised. "What did you do that for?" Harry winked. "Since you are so smart why don't you figure it out?" He turned as if to walk away. "Damn. It was such a good line for walking away and leaving you speechless behind. But it seems like someone's intent on making me stay here, to pour my soul out to you." He sat down next to her on the bench and took one of her hands in his.

"I did that because I happen to like you too, Hermione Granger." He smiled at her and was relieved when he got a smile back. "I have liked you since you kissed me in the end of fourth year at King's Cross. I think that was the time I realized that you were a girl in addition to being one of my best mates." Hermione smiled shyly at him. She still couldn't believe that Harry liked her; it had seemed so impossible, a desire that would never be fulfilled.

"I don't know why I kissed you that day. You seemed so scared of going back with the Dursley's and I felt sorry for you. You even had all that emotional extra luggage to drag along and there would be no one for you to talk to about it. It was an impulse, Harry. I just acted it out."

She looked into his eyes. "I don't know when I started to like you in that manner. I just did I suppose. You were always there for me. You even told Malfoy to leave me alone more than usual. Everyone thought I liked Ron, even when I was dating Dean. Well. I do like Ron. He's always up for an argument. But I don't like him in that way that every one thinks of when you say like someone. I only like you like that Harry. You are caring and sensitive and always up for a laugh, plus you have been a great friend ever since Dean dumped me. When I think back I know that I didn't like him like I lo… like you." She corrected herself. But Harry noticed. "You love me, you want to hug me, you want to date me, you want to kiss me, you want to marry me…" Hermione stopped his singing with another kiss. "Yes I love you."

Harry wasn't used with being loved. "Why do you love me?"

"I love you for all the reasons stated above. You are you, Harry. Smart, kind and thoughtful."

She winked at him. "It didn't hurt that you were devilishly good-looking and single either."

"What do you mean were? I am still devilishly good-looking and single." Harry pretend-pouted. "No, you're not. You might be "devilishly good-looking" still, but there's no way you still are single. Harry. You now have the honor of being MY boyfriend. I won't tolerate infidelity, like I had to with Dean."

"A great honor it is, being the boyfriend of Hermione Granger. Then I suppose you have the honor of being the only girlfriend of Harry Potter. Imagine. Rita Skeeter can almost foresee things in the future. Although you'd better not do any of the other things she accused you off." He kissed her long and intense.

"Kissing you like that almost makes it worthwhile having you as a girlfriend." He winked at her. "You do realize that I'm only after you because you're the famous Harry Potter don't you?" Hermione was quick on the retort. Harry gripped his chest like he was mortally wounded. "Oh, the pain, the agony. My girlfriend of three minutes only wants me because I am me." They looked at each other and began to laugh.

Outside of the door Ginny and Draco stood. They were holding their ears as close to the door as humanly possible to catch everything that was going on in there. Finally Draco withdrew his ear and dragged Ginny along down the hallway. "Draco, I want to listen more." Ginny whined. Draco found an empty classroom and brought her along into it. "Why did you drag me away? I wanted to listen more. I wasn't finished. Draco."

He propped her on a desk and took her head in his hands. "Sweet Virginia. We got our "revenge," I don't think it was all that much of a revenge, but it showed Granger how it feels to be locked in a room with someone. What ever goes on in that room for the moment is private, just as what is going on between us are. We got revenge on Granger and Potter got happy from it. Not my usual revenge, where I am the only one who's happy afterwards, but I'll live. You can make it up to me." He winked at her, but she just glared angrily at him.

"What? You were the one who said I had a sexy body."

***

Hermione and Ginny were sitting in Hermione's room as a Head Girl. It was the morning after the incident with the locked locker room door, and Hermione was blissfully happy. She kept smiling and humming love songs. Ginny was just as happy for her friend, and she had some nice memories from the night before as well. But Hermione looked so happy that Ginny couldn't resist the urge she had to tease her. Neither Harry or Hermione had told anyone what had happened, but they both looked so happy that rumors were circulating madly about Hogwarts. Apart from the happy couple, and Ron, Ginny supposed Draco and herself were the only two who knew some of what had been going on.

"So who is he?" Ginny looked over at Hermione with a smirk. The other girl blushed.

"There's no guy." Ginny couldn't resist pushing it. Her path was designed by fate. She was going to live vicariously through Hermione. "Dark hair, romantic eyes? Looks a little dangerous?"

Hermione's eyes shot daggers at Ginny. "This conversation is over." She turned around and walked away. Ginny stood and shouted behind her. "Does he have a fast broom? If you're going to throw your life away he'd better have a fast broom." Hermione didn't reply, just slammed the door behind her.

Ginny couldn't help herself. She started laughing.

***

After Ginny had finished laughing she went down to the common room to find something to do. Harry was there, alone, so she went over to talk to him. She needed his help and was now pleading with Harry. She had even put on her whining tone for the occasion. "Come on, Harry. I'll tell all the witches what a stud you are." Trying to bribe him, used to work, but she had forgotten recent events.

Harry just winked at her. "Hm. I believe that memo has already been sent, by you. So you won't have to do it once again. That would severely piss off Hermione, and you might find yourself lying dead in a ditch somewhere. No matter how important you are for the continuation of the human race. You see, strangely enough Hermione happens to love me, and she isn't much of a sharer. "

Ginny wanted him to do her Charms homework. She had been too preoccupied with things last night, also known as Draco, to actually do it. Now she was getting desperate and would do anything to actually get it done. Other than doing it herself that was. So she was hanging over Harry. "How strange. I don't think you are much of the sharing kind either. How well suited you are." She winked at him. Then she continued. "Do you think Ron will help me?" Harry pretended to ponder the question. "Was the reason for the undone homework by any chance Draco Malfoy?" When she nodded he kept going. "Then I don't really think you can goad Ron into doing your homework for you."

"Draco was only part of it. Your happiness took up much of our time last night Harry. So the least you can do is help me do my homework." Harry shook his head. "I knew it was you. Get Draco to do it for you."

"Draco said he'd try to befriend Ron today. I'd rather not know what that's going to involve, so I'd rather stay away. Plus you're much better at Charms than any of them. Please Harry. Help me." Harry could feel his defenses weaken. She was kind of like his little sister. She knew exactly the right buttons to push to make him do what she wanted. Plus if she and Draco hadn't locked Hermione and him in last night they probably would have taken forever to even admit they were in love. "Ok. I'll help you."

***

After having goaded Harry into helping her, uhm, doing her homework for her Ginny thought she'd check to see if she still had a whole fiancé and a whole brother. There weren't all that many places the two of them could hang out together, Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms were a no-no. The only place the two of them could have any sorts of neutral space would be the Great Hall. So Ginny made her way down there.

There they were. Sitting at the Ravenclaw table playing wizard's chess. They had clearly gone to great lengths to stay neutral and not give the other one an advantage. Ginny popped down on Draco's lap "Hi. Who's winning?" Draco leaned forward to kiss her, but got a warning glance from Ron. "I am, did you expect anything else from me?" Ginny laughed. "Still a stuck-up Slytherin?" Ron nodded feverishly.

After Ginny had sat down it seemed that Draco wasn't in the lead so much longer. Ron was winning. Draco seemed distracted. "Uhm. Ginny. Would you mind moving?" She giggled. "Why?"

"Because I like to win over a contestant who's actually present with mind and body. Silly me, probably a character flaw." Ron grinned. "I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration, Draco?" She got off his lap and bent down to kiss him. "I'll be off then."

"Crazy nutter, why did she have to kiss him? We were having a great chess match and then she comes in and distracts my opponent. Now he's unplayable." Indeed he was. Draco was just sitting across the table from Ron, looking like a zombie. "Sisters."

A/N: Mwa-mwa-mwa… finished chapter 11. Aren't you proud of me? Now if only I can manage to get it uploaded everything would be peachy. :) It's even longer than my usual ones. I have to admit I'm feeling kind of good about myself at the moment. I want reviews, and a stable internet connection.

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