A/n: sadly, I don't own Doris Day's music or "A Chorus Line".  Just in case you were wondering.

Love Somebody

Yes I Do

Love Somebody

Yes I Do

Love Somebody

Yes I Do

I Love Somebody And I Wont Tell Who

Confidentially

Between You And Me

That Somebody That I Love……..Is You.

                        From "Love Somebody" ---Sung by Doris Day

Rachel opened one eye cautiously and glanced around the common room. She had been sleeping on a couch in the back, oblivious to the few other Ravenclaws who hadn't left for dinner and were working quietly.

She glanced at her watch, which read 5:56.

"Oh, Merlin's Beard!" she yelled, and leapt off the couch, dashed into the dormitory, grabbed some parchment and dug around madly for a quill. She glanced at her hair absently in the mirror (grumbled "Massive and random, as usual, blasted genes") on the way out, and rushed to consult the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw.

She appeared to be reading an ancient-looking newspaper, and deep in concentration, but Rachel knew a curious eye peeked over the top when things got interesting.

"Mistress Rowena? I need to go to the library, to work on a Charms project with Paul Lupin. Please admit me." Rachel blurted, trying to look innocent. She hoped the founder would support this, as she was fickle in who she let take the secret passage. Many a time Rachel had had to take the long way to the library to "develop moral fiber".

"Miss Ferguson, it seems you have slept a bit late this afternoon. Mister Lupin left fifteen minutes ago. You'd better hurry."

With what Rachel was sure was the tiniest of smiles, Rowena Ravenclaw nodded her head. The portrait swung open, and Rachel raced down the staircase towards the library.

When she arrived, Paul was sitting at a table near the back, books already piled high around him.

"You're late, my dear," he remarked as Rachel sat down across the table.

"Don't call me dear you weenie. And it's only by like two minutes." Rachel snapped, and pulled out some parchment. "Where did you get all these books?"

"While someone was sleeping, I went to Flitwicks office. He has a free period in the afternoon, and suggested a bunch of books about this charm." He gave Rachel a hah-hah kind of look, and pointed to a shadowy corner about thirty feet away from them. There was a very old looking bookcase that was covered in a thick layer of dust.

"Madam Pince said there's a boggart in that case, and we can use the books if we get rid of it." He smiled at Rachel's shocked look, and walked over to the now slightly shaking cabinet. With a gulp, he opened the door.

To Rachel's extreme amusement, she herself stepped out of the bookcase wearing a rather revealing outfit.

"Hello, Paul," the boggart said, and walked over to wear he was standing. Lupin seemed frozen to the spot and his eyes were big as knuts. Suddenly, the boggart/Rachel grabbed Paul around the middle and pressed its lips to his.

No sooner had it done this, that it pulled back in horror and remarked, disgusted, "you're the worst kisser in the world. I hate you."

Throughout this whole scene, Rachel had been laughing hysterically. To see herself dressed like that, and Paul all googly-eyed—it was like a dream come true. Just as she gave a particularly loud chuckle, however, the boggart seemed to realize she was there and turned around. She had conveniently forgotten they hated laughter.

CRACK!

It had changed to a red cap. Its evil little eyes made her shudder, but Rachel gotten rid of many boggarts in her old house.

Backing away slowly, just like it said in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, she shouted "Riddikulus!" and pointed her wand straight at the nasty creature.  

The Red Cap now donned a small top hat and cane, and  began to dance around her and Paul, singing the opening of "A Chorus Line." Both Rachel and Paul collapsed into laughter, and the Boggart cracked into nothingness. They got up from the floor and absently dusted off their robes.

Rachel was shocked and greatly amused that Paul was most scared of her thinking he was a bad kisser. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but his blushing face changed her mind.

Awkwardly, they glanced at each other and hurriedly grabbed a few books from the shelves.

"This should be good enough," Paul remarked after a short while, and they sat back down at the desk.

A few moments later, he passed over a book.

"I think you should read this one."

It was a Barbie dream house kind of pink, and was titled Caring for your "Charming" Child. She gave a disgusted look at Paul, who shrugged and smiled, and opened the cover. It began with "Chapter 1, The Best Gift is Love."

After about five minutes of  "love and kindness blah blah blah" and "a baby is the best gift you can give yourself", Rachel had had enough. She chucked the book in Paul's direction.

It whacked him with a great clunk---and to Rachel's amusement square in the middle of the face. She sniggered to herself for a moment, but to her horror his face contorted in pain and his nose began to gush blood. She jumped up from her seat and rushed to his side of the table.

"Oh Paul, I didn't mean it, really!! It was just a joke, you know? Like we always do? I'm so so sorry!!"  She took out one of her handkerchiefs she had gotten from Angelina last Christmas and pressed it to his nose.

"Lean your head forward," she commanded, "and pinch it gently. Let's go to the hospital wing." For a moment they stared at each other in silence.. Her heart gave a little skip, and she quickly grabbed his head and dragged him out of the library.

"This is Lupin!" She thought to herself. "I'm just nervous about the project and his stupid nose."

He looked like he was trying very hard to look manly, and if she had not been feeling so guilty Rachel may have smiled. For the next half hour, Rachel waited outside the hospital wing as Madam Pomfrey mended Paul's nose.

He emerged looking little better---it had stopped bleeding but was already turning purple. They walked in silence for a few minutes back to the library, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Why don't we just call it a night?" Paul suggested. "I've got a few books back at the common room, and I want to grab something to eat before Astronomy."

"Erm, alright, but we really have to get to work tomorrow." She added. Procrastination always killed her at crunch time.

"Its not like I wasn't trying earlier. You're the one that wouldn't stop kidding around."

"Oh, don't you even try to pin this on me. It was an ACCIDENT!! And you're the one who picked out that useless book anyway!!" People were returning from dinner in the corridor, and were casting strange looks in their direction. Rachel glared at Paul and hurried to the Great Hall, hoping to meet up with her friends. Oh, could he ever make her angry!! And yet…

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