Hey guys! Lauren here with chapter three! I hope you all like it! Though I know it kinda sucks. A lot. But it's because I was in a rush to give it to you all! So I apologize if you odn't think it's as good as the other ones. Anyway, I just want to say thank you to irusta, who doesn't review the same story more than once! But she did for me! That is so nice, I'm glad you made my story an exception! And I'd also like to thank the anonymous reviewer who said, and I quote, "You are SO my idol!" That was too awesome, I feel so special! You are all too good to me! You make writing this worthwhile! I looove you guys! Okay, enough with the mush, on with the story! I hope you guys like this one! Enjoy! And don't forget to review! Oh yeah, and I'm glad you guys like the disclaimers…here's another for ya!

Lauren

Disclaimer: Currently, none of the characters in this story own Harry Potter, although one of them wished she did…and two others wished she did as well…maybe someone else even wishes they did…*evil smirk* dun dun DUN!!! But in real life, only J.K. owns Harry Potter, though oddly enough she refuses to publish a story about him! Strange, if you ask me…

Chapter three

Ironic Information

Hermione led Ron out into the hallway and spun him around the corner. Ron recognized that look in her eyes…

"Ron, we have to get them back together!" she said desperately.

"What?? Are you sure about this? I mean, if we were getting them together for the first time, I would have no doubts, but they've only just broken up, and even though I know they both want to be together, don't you think it's a little wrong to interfere? Hermione, I don't think it's our business…they broke up for a reason, maybe they shouldn't be together after all…" he said, wondering what the hell he was talking about. Am I serious? No one deserves to be together more than they do! Okay, well, 'cept maybe me and Mione…Ron smiled, then blushed like crazy at the realization of his own thought. Hermione looked at him like he was insane. Is he blushing because he thinks they shouldn't be together? What the hell?

"Ron-"

"Okay, okay, you're right, they have to be together! It's crazy, what do they think they're doing? They're so blind to the fact that they absolutely love each other, and they should work out their problems instead of just break up because of them! Sheesh!" he cried. \he had expected her to try and convince him to cooperate with her, but he had sort of gone off on a tangent there. He caught his breath as Hermione smiled.

"Ron, I was going to ask you why you had been blushing…but never mind. Anyway, I agree, they should realize what they mean to each other. And that was quite insightful of you Ron, they really should work through their issues instead of give up at the first sign of trouble." Ron blushed yet again, happy that Hermione was actually praising him.

After a few seconds, he snapped out of it.

"Okay, so what do we do?" he asked, leaning in secretively and expecting her to hit him with the plan that had been previously formulated in that brilliant mind of hers. But Hermione stared back at him blankly.

"Er, well, I have no idea actually…" she replied dimly.

"Hmm, well no worries, with our ingeniously mischievous minds we'll have a plan in no time," he said as he put his arm around her shoulder and led her back into the great hall.

"Remember last time?" he asked with a broad grin. Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Hehehe, they still don't know it was us, do they?" she said cheerily. She and Ron were brilliant indeed…

They sat down in their seats and smiled at the lost-in-space Harry, who eventually returned to the table and smiled back faintly. Well, looks like they had a good snog… he noted observing the big grins on their faces.

Ginny turned back to their party and asked where they had gone off to, but she

Only received smiles as an answer. Well, looks like they had a good snog…she noted. Eew, bad mental image...Eew! She shrieked mentally asshe tried to think of anyone else but them kissing.

McGonagall and Snape…now that would be frightening! Hagrid and Madame Hooch, interesting combination, but strange nonetheless. She looked around the room to find her next victims when her eyes fell upon Millicent Bulstrode. Ah, Millie, Millie…now let's find you a match…Her eyes took off again down the Slytherin table—for who else would she kiss? Anyone from any other house would be pure torture—when she saw Malfoy. Ah, yes, Malfoy…

But then she remembered that she had kissed Malfoy. Oh dear, I suppose I should talk to him about that. I wonder what he thinks of all this…She looked over at Harry, who was shuffling his feet under the table and staring out the window again. Poor Harry, I miss him…no! No I don't! Crazy! She stood up suddenly, said her hurried farewells, and headed for the entrance hall. On the way there, she caught Malfoy's eye, jerked her head towards her destination, and continued on. Malfoy looked around confusedly, checking to see if anyone had witnessed what he thought had just happened. What is she doing? But he followed her anyway. Ron's eyes followed him, and he felt his mouth drop open. Harry turned around to see the last of Malfoy before he turned the corner, at which point he sank down into his seat.

Ginny kept walking until she reached the top of the stairs, then turned around. Malfoy was only a few feet behind. As soon as he stopped in front of her, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Malfoy, I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other day…um, I was wondering what you thought about all of it…" she said cautiously, making sure she didn't imply anything before he had said his piece.

"Ginny, I know I sort of kissed you, and I'm uh, I'm sorry I did it. I mean, not that it was bad, because it was nice, but um…I didn't mean anything by it…" he paused and waited for her answer, but she stayed silent and focused, listening intently, so he thought it safe to continue.

"It was just a spur of the moment type thing, and nothing more…is that okay?"

Ginny felt relieved. Thank god, I really would have hated to tell him that it was a mistake…

"Malfoy, that's fine. I'm relieved, really. I um, er…thank you. I'm glad we've got that straightened out."

She smiled politely and turned to go, but Malfoy held her back.

"Don't you want to know why I did it?"

"Didn't you just tell me?" she asked, confused.

"No, no, I meant the potion…"

Half an hour later, Ginny walked back down the steps a much more understanding person. She also felt a little lucky. Lucky that Draco (as she would call him from now on) had trusted her enough to be so honest with her. It was as if they had become…friends. Wait, how did that work? They kissed and then became friends? No, no, they were enemies, had a snowball fight, kissed, and then became friends? Riiiight…

She returned to the great hall to find that the three of them were some of the only people left in the room. She sat down next to Harry and almost told him everything Draco had said, but she remembered that they weren't really speaking. So she looked dejectedly at her feet and shut her mouth. Besides, it probably wasn't wise to bring up the fact that Draco had almost ruined everything out of his mad, desperate jealousy for Harry and his need to ruin Harry's life as well as his own, so that he at least wouldn't be the only one…then again, Ginny thought that Harry probably didn't even care anymore. He probably didn't even care about her anymore…While she was thinking about this, a tear numbly made its way down her cheek. But she was too deep in thought to notice.

Harry noticed though. He instinctively swept it from her face with his finger.

"Ginny, are you alright?" he asked sincerely.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking…"

Ironic how the thing she was crying about was defied just as she cried about it…