Author's Note: I know what you're thinking. In a mere couple of days, Ginny and Leia are going to become the best of friends, doing absolutely everything together because they understand each other better than anyone else ever have and this just fits right into the plot line because Ginny is Ron's little sister. Sound about right?

Well, I had been thinking about that but after reading this wonderful satire on clichés, I've decided that I should go original instead. So here I am, with the next [and second last] chapter up. Sorry for the long wait!

He Who is Not Mine

By like a falling star

"Stewart Ackerly…"

"Millicent Bulstrode… I rather enjoyed reading about your theory on the Sacred Scripts of Scandinavia. Keep it up." Millicent flushes under Professor A's praise. I don't expect she gets much of it, then, though I know her to be a rather nice, albeit intimidating-looking girl, especially considering the fact that she's a Slytherin.

"Leia Clarke…" Professor Rinaldi avoids looking at me as she hands me my test paper. I hold my breath and shift my thumb slightly, uncovering my grade. An untidy red scrawl leaps up at me from the page. Aah… C+. Oh Merlin. C+. Oh no oh no oh no. And I had thought that my day couldn't get any worse.

"Vincent Crabbe… try harder next time." Professor Rinaldi gives the lumbering boy a reassuring smile, and says something encouraging, but I'm hardly paying attention.

Now, if you don't already know, I'm the sort of person who can't leave things lying. If I want something a certain way, then I have to have it that way, just for the sake of it. Some might say I'm a go-getter. Padma calls me a perfectionist. And Gretchen says I'm insane. Now how's that for nice, encouraging friends?

Oh dear. I'm having an absolutely rubbish day.

Firstly, I woke up to realize that I'd just gotten the dreaded monthly Crimson Tide. Then at breakfast I overturned the jug of milk and dirtied my robes in the process. And in my hurry to change and get to Potions quickly I accidentally brought my Herbology guide instead of my Potions textbook [both have the same dark green cover; it's very misleading] and lost five points for Ravenclaw and had Snape picking on me for the rest of the lesson. And then at lunch I experienced such awful cramps that I had to leave, and when Stewart offered to walk me back I rejected his offer so hastily I think I may have hurt his feelings, plus I also realised that I did need his help after all. Then as I was hobbling back to the Ravenclaw Tower I caught sight of Ron and Hermione walking hand in hand towards the Great Hall, and of course that upset me and completely ruined my day.

Well, then. And now this. Have I offended someone up there?

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"My idiot brother is an absolute prat!" Ginny huffs as she stalks into the third-floor History of Magic classroom where we meet every Friday evening for our patrolling sessions.

Instantly, my Ron-radar turns on full blast. "Your brother? You- you mean Ron?"

"Yes, I do mean Ronald Lancelot Weasley, Grade A interfering, overprotective git!" She sits on a desk and crosses one leg over the other.

"Care to talk about it?" I ask, trying to be a good friend, even while storing away that little tidbit in my Guide to Ron Weasley. Note: Ron's middle name is Lancelot. How utterly romantic!

Ginny's brow creases, as if fighting an internal battle. "Well- not exactly."

Then I realize what this is all about. "Let me guess. It's Draco Malfoy, isn't it?"

Ginny gives a cry of surprise. "How do you know?"

I smile mysteriously at her. "I saw you."

Her eyes widen. "You saw us snogging in the greenhouse the other day?" She looks horrified. "I thought we were alone!"

I give an embarrassed cough. "Not- not that. I saw you looking at each other in the Great Hall."

Ginny wrinkles her nose, considering. "And you could tell? I'm impressed."

"Shall we get going?" I suggest, cocking my head towards the corridor outside. "And would you like to tell me what happened?"

Ginny hops off the desk. "Right." Her mood is better, and she's blushing a little. "One day, after Bludger practice, Draco came up to me and said he'd been watching me. Neither Ron nor Harry were there, you see, because it was a Beaters-only practice. So I thought he'd been watching me practice, you see, but then he told me he'd been watching me forever. And I was thrilled, of course, as I thought he was the most gorgeous guy ever. Plus, you should just take a look at his butt when he's walking, not that you really should, but—"

I clear my throat. "Uh- that was way too many details. What I meant was, what just happened?"

"Oh." Ginny's bad mood returns, and I suddenly regret bringing it up, even though it concerns The Boy of my Dreams. "Ron found out, and he had a cow. Tried to hex Draco, he did. Luckily I was there, and I gave him such a telling off." She shakes her head. "Honestly, he's so short-tempered."

"But I'm sure he meant well." I try to defend Ron.

"Are you taking his side now?" Ginny asks angrily, her eyes blazing.

She's morphed into Scary Ginny. I'm not kidding. Don't be fooled by her looks. You really don't want a mad Ginny after you. She's really tiny, only about five feet tall, but then she's also a Beater for Gryffindor. Doesn't that tell you anything? "I meant that, considering he and Malfoy aren't on the best of terms, he probably doesn't have the best impression of Malfoy, and doesn't want you caught in the middle of anything that might happen." I say slowly, trying to phrase my words tactfully.

"Well, it's too bloody late for that." Ginny says bitterly. "I don't see why he can't understand, and why you're taking his… wait a minute…" She trails off. "Seventh year… Ravenclaw… dark hair…" Then she turns to me, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "It's you, isn't it?"

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