Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all are the rightful property of J.K. Rowling.

Author's Notes: to all you ginny/draco fans out there…sorry but it's not gonna be ginny/draco! Draco only decided to go out with ginny because he felt sorry for her, thought I should let you all know…

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Hermione felt like she was flying as she ran down the hallways. It was late, almost lights out when Madame Pomfrey finally decided she was well enough to leave the infirmary. The moonlight cast eerie shadows down the hallway but Hermione didn't care. She was finally out. About time too. She past by the bathroom where Moaning Myrtle inhabited. Suddenly, Hermione stopped dead.

"Myrtle," she muttered. "I'm going to kill you!" She conveniently forgot that Myrtle was already dead.

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Draco was walking alone. He felt too restless to go to sleep. His mind was a flurry of thoughts. Thoughts about how he was going to have to face Ginny and go out with her, thoughts about his father, thoughts about Hermione. Damn he missed Hermione. Then, suddenly, as if his thoughts materialized into real life, Draco felt someone run into him from behind. It was Hermione. She put her arms around Draco's neck and Draco turned around to face her.

"You're finally out," he said. Hermione looked angry though.

"You won't believe what happened," she said. Draco cocked his head.

"What?"

"It was Myrtle!" cried Hermione. Draco shook his head slightly, still confused.

"Myrtle was the one who told your father! She was the one who told him everything, it's all her fault!"

"Wait, slow down," said Draco. "So you're saying it was Myrtle who tipped Lucius?"

"Yes!" said Hermione, exasperated. "And she won't talk to me. You know how she's a ghost! She's been hiding out in the u-bend of a sink anytime I walk in and try to yell at her!"

"Then how do we get to her?" Hermione grinned.

"Fortunately," she said. "I think I have a plan." Draco leaned down and kissed Hermione.

"Kisses first, plan later."

"Sounds good," said Hermione, tilting her face up.

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Snape woke up the next morning and knew it wasn't going to be a good day. His coffee was too sweet, he couldn't find a robe that wasn't wrinkled, and he had forgotten to grade the first class' homework, which was why he was walking down to his office at this unholy hour. Then, officially, the fourth bad thing happened. There sitting together in front of the office door was Hermione and Draco. They both looked pale and looked as if they hadn't slept the night before, which they hadn't. But they both looked happy.

"What in God's name are you two doing here?" he snapped. They both got to their feet, lazily almost, as if they were defying him.

"We need your help," announced Hermione. Snape rubbed his temples. Damn those two. Why was he always getting involved?

"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger," said Snape. "I have you both on grounds of suspension. Professor McGonagall and I have clearly ordered for you to stay away from each other and out of your dormitories at this hour, I don't know where to start."

"Who shoved a stick up his ass?" muttered Draco. Hermione nudged him in the ribs with her elbow.

"Professor Snape," said Hermione. "What we are asking for you to do is to help us. But if you will not do so, we will do what we are planning on doing with or without your help." Snape rubbed his temple again. What were they planning on doing? Hopefully killing themselves.

"So will you help us," Hermione said. "Or would you rather let us endanger ourselves?" Snape glared at the two of them

"What do you want?" asked Snape, tiredly. He should have had that second cup of coffee. Draco grinned devilishly.

"Why, Professor Snape," he said. "I thought you'd never ask."

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"That's impossible," said Snape. They were all sitting around Snape's desk. To try and make him feel better, Hermione took half of the stack of parchments that Snape was supposed to grade and started to grade them herself.

"We're not asking you to do the impossible," said Hermione, looking up from the correction she was writing in red ink.

"Bringing a ghost back to life? That's pretty damn impossible, Ms. Granger," said Snape, getting impatient.

"We never said that," said Draco, leaning close. "We told you to make her human." Snape leaned back.

"Go on," he said, eyes glittering.

"What we need is for Myrtle to become tangible, something that can't go and hide in a pipe," said Hermione, putting down her quill.

"How did Myrtle get dragged into this?" asked Snape.

"She knew. She was angry," said Hermione. "I told her that Draco asked me to the Yule Ball and she just absolutely went into fits. I think she wanted revenge or something, I don't know what goes on in her mind. But I'm hoping to find out." Snape sighed and pushed up the sleeves of his robes.

"Fine," he said. "I think we might be able to work something out."

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Ginny was walking down the hallway, looking for Draco. Since he said he'd go out with her, were they really going? Or did he mean just a one date thing? She hugged her books tighter to her chest. Oh god, there he is, thought Ginny. Ohgodohgodohgod. What am I going to say? Will he remember his promise? Ginny could barely make her legs walk her closer to Draco who was standing, chatting casually with some other Slytherins. Ginny hesitated. Maybe she shouldn't. She suddenly realized that she could get hurt. Slytherins hated Gryffindors with a firey passion. And she didn't want to get caught in the flames.

"Hey Ginny," said Draco, lazily, waving a hand to motion her closer. Ginny swallowed. He called her Ginny, not Weasley. That had to be a good sign. She timidly walked forward.

"What's with the Weasley?" growled one of the Slytherins. He was lanky and dark.

"Calm down," said Draco.

"Is she giving you some or something?" asked a tall brown haired boy. He would have been good looking but his nose was a little big. Ginny blushed. She could tell her cheeks were probably flaming, she could feel it. Draco's fist splayed out to the side and hit the brown haired boy in the stomach and not once did Draco's eyes avert from Ginny's face.

"This is my girlfriend," said Draco. Damn that's hard to say, thought Draco. It was. And he didn't want to say it but he had to. He made Ginny a promise, right? Ginny looked up, eyes bright and happy. Omigod, he remembered! He called me his girlfriend! She felt a thrill go down her back. She checked the halls and was pleased to see Harry walking down the hallway with Hermione. Both of them gave her strange looks that clearly said, What's Ginny think she's doing? Ginny felt grown-up and independent. Finally out of the shadows. She could do whatever she wanted, hang out with whoever she wanted. Draco saw them too and Ginny was surprised to see him blanch.

"So Draco," said Ginny. Her voice sounded like a baby's. Ginny cleared her throat and pitched her voice a tone lower. "What are we doing tonight?" The other two Slytherin boys that were with Draco were almost choking with suppressed laughter.

"Meet me during dinner," said Draco. "I'll talk to you then." He left them all, leaving Ginny awkwardly standing with the two Slytherin guys.

"So are you giving him some?" asked the lanky one.

"Give me some," said the other one, laughing. Ginny's cheeks flared up again. Her stomach turned in disgust.

"I have to get to class," she mumbled and walked away as quickly as possible.

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"Well, I'm glad you decided to talk to me again," said Harry, as they walked down the hall. Hermione nodded distractedly, her mind elsewhere. What was Ginny doing talking to Draco? She thought, her mind racing wildly. He was talking to her just like that, in front of everyone. As if he didn't care. He couldn't possibly like her could he? That's why he doesn't care what anybody would think seeing them together? She thought about Draco and her together that morning sitting in front of Snape's office, stealing kisses, laughing, talking. Is Draco…could Draco…could he possibly be playing me??? Hermoine felt hurt. She suddenly felt sick and she wasn't sure what to think.

"Don't you think so Hermione?" Harry was saying.

"What?" she said, looking up. "Yeah, whatever you say." Harry looked at her weirdly but didn't answer. Voldemort could have Apparated and declared his love to Hermione and she wouldn't have noticed. She was miles away.

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A/N: thanks for reading guys, please R&R on your way out!