[Draco's POV]

Detention. Father will kill me. Or atleast he would if he wasn't in Azkaban. Yes, that's right, Father in Azkaban. Weasley's father raided the manor again and decided to look under the drawing room floor, where Dad keeps all his Dark Arts stuff. Lucky Weasley.. Got my father sent to Azkaban and a shit load of gold. Guess this means I can't tease the Weasel (boy, I mean) about being poor.

Back to detention. I got it for the most stupid of reasons! I hadn't got much sleep last night, (Crabbe and Goyle snore so loud!) so I dozed off a bit in Transfiguration. The old bat McGonagall took 15 points from Slytherin AND gave me a freakin' detention!

I ran down the corridor to the Entrance Hall. Well, actually I walked fast. Malfoy's don't hurry for anyone but themselves. Filch was there, snarling as usual, and Mrs. Norris was beside his feet, purring. Guess who was next to Filch? Ginny Weasley. Standing there in all her splendor. Wait a minute, splendor? No. I did not say that.

"Follow me, you brats." Filch told us. He began walking out of the hall and onto the grounds so Ginny and I --- ugh! WEASLEY and I began too, walking side by side behind him. She blushed.

"So, what're you in for?" I asked. Ginny -- WEASLEY -- rolled her eyes.

"Apparently I attacked Pansy Parkinson. You?"

"Sleeping in McGonagall's class." We reached the half-giant, Hagrid's, hut and Filch told him we were here. Hagrid ordered us to pick up a shovel and a pail and have our wands out. We were going into the Forest. Goody.

I guess Ginny -- alright, I'm just going to have to face it. Ginny Ginny Ginny! It's her name, why not call her it? As I was saying, I think Ginny was scared. Well, actually I know she was since she was digging her nails into my arm and she told me she was writing her will in her head. If she dies in here, the will's only in her mind, so what's the point?

After about a half hour trip following a dirt path the three of us reached a meadow. It had a few trees and nice, rich green grass.

"Yeh wait here, jus' a moment." Hagrid told us. Like I was going to go walking in the Dark Forest all by myself. "Look up at 'he sky. See the moon?" I looked up. A full moon... where was this going to? Were werewolves going to transform and kill us?

No. Instead these gray blobs appeared in the meadow. They had large round eyes on top of their heads and a few stickly legs on the bottom. And than the strangest thing happened. They began dancing. Really, I'm not lying.

"Mooncalves." muttered Hagrid. "This is their mating dance. When they leave we'll pick up the poop and head back to me home." Ginny let go of my arm and widened her eyes.

"It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed. Gray little things dancing in a meadow? I guess it was sort of pretty, when you looked how the moon played on their skin. Just as I was getting used to the mooncalves dance, they disappeared, leaving little droplets of silvery goop. Eww.

We collected the stuff in our buckets and then headed back to Hagrid's house. I wouldn't even call it a hut. One room, that's all! He ordered us to spread the goop onto the pumpkin patch he was growing and then sent us on our way back to the castle.

"Well, that was fun." said Ginny sarasticly.

"Yeah, exactly what I wanted to do this fine evening." I replied. We reached the castle and went our seperate ways.

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[Ginny's POV]

Ahh, a new day! I just want to go back to sleep! Last night's detention really took a toll on my body. I guess I'm just not a morning person.



I looked at my watch and freaked. 8:15! I have a prefect's meeting at 8:25! I hurried to pull on my robes and shoes, brushed my hair, and ran out the door. 8:23. Hermione, as Head Girl, will kill me if I'm late! Terry Boot, Head Boy, would too!

Just as my watch struck 8:25, I skid into the room. "Glad to see you've come on time, Ginny." Hermione greeted curtly. I nodded and blushed as I looked around the room. The only seat left was next to Malfoy. Coincedence? I sat down.

"Alright, now you know that the Halloween Ball is tomorrow and we need decorations up." Terry began. "Hermione and I have taken the time to divide you Prefects into groups of 2 to help. When I call your name and your assignment, you and your partner will pick up the necessary box, located to the right of me, and head out to where ever you want to go. You have the whole day to decorate, since it is Saturday. Hermione will read the names." Hermione cleared her throat.

"Group 1 consists of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter who will be helping Hagrid carry in the pumpkins and carve them. Group 2, Hannah Abbott and Ryder Kern will be setting out the tables in the Great Hall. Group 3, Justin Finch-Fletchly and Elizabeth Edgecombe will be decorating the walls of the Great Hall, and Group 4, Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley will be setting up the garden decorations." Setting up garden decorations? With faeries? Oh no! Ron had to do that last year and he came back with bite marks all over his fingers. It turns out fairies are very vain (reminds me of Malfoy) and don't want to be frozen and hung as ornaments. I'll need to borrow Colin's dragon-hide gloves.

[A/N: So, what do you think? Review and tell me! Next chapter: Draco and Ginny decorate the gardens and Ginny finds out about the bet. What does she do? Well, I won't tell you unless you click on the little button on the left hand corner. Come on! I know you want to!]