Yes, more insanity for your reading... pleasure? Depends on how much of a freak you are. But because I get reviews I'm gonna keep writing. Of course, after this I have the feeling many, MANY readers are going to want my head on a stick...

Even in the middle of winter the school uniform didn't change. A knee-length skirt was her only protection from the bitter wind, even as she slipped a black cloak over her shoulders. A single wink in the mirror as she slipped the velvet hood over her telltale hair was the last glance she gave the room as she stepped into the corridor. A quick glance either way showed no one but the ghostly form of the bathroom spirit, Myrtle's perpetually angry/depressed face smirking just the slightest bit. She knew what was in store for the child and actually smiled before disappearing into her stall.

The stairs were just starting to move as she descended, having to leap the last five to bring her to the ground floor. Luckily, no one was in the Great Hall and she slid past easily. Her eyes were fixed on the entrance to the school grounds when someone clipped her shoulder. She spun around, hood falling to her back from the sheer force of their collision. A look of absolute fear covered her face as she took in the figure before her, until it stepped back and she could easily make out the features of a 17-year-old Ron.

His eyebrows knitted together, a scowl crossing his face. "What are you doing out here? You're going to get caught!"

She crossed her arms, defiantly. "So are you. And what are YOU now? Head Boy?"

He ignored the barb, cocking his head to one side. "*I* am coming from detention. Filch can't punish me for something HE told me to do." The redhead stroked his whiskered chin. "At least I hope not."

She rolled her eyes. "I left a book in the courtyard. As soon as I get it I PROMISE to go to bed. Will THAT make you happy?"

He was still looking at her oddly. "Should I wait up for you?"

A sigh of exasperation left her in a rush. "Don't you trust me?" Ron's raised eyebrow stated an obvious 'no' and she flung her arms over her head. "Wait if you want. I would think that after years of you and Harry sneaking around—"

He clapped a palm over her mouth. "How did you find out about that?"

"I'm not stupid, Ron," she growled, batting his hand away. "I know that you two have been out since your first year. WITH Hermione, I might add." She narrowed her eyes into a glare, teeth bared in a snarl. "And the later you keep me here talking the better the chance is that  I'll be caught out of bed. Now GO AWAY!"

Ron looked her up and down once, then sighed and shook his head. His back turned to her small smile. "Ginny..." He paused, then started off in the other direction. "The new password is 'fairy dust.' "

His sister grinned, slipping the hood over her head once more as she dashed out into the snow. Her footsteps would be erased in the early morning by the incoming storm, once again banishing all evidence of her visit. Ginny drew her cape tighter around her, unable to stop from smiling. Ron had to know SOMETHING was going on, and yet he allowed her to go—slow he may be, but even her thickheaded brother knew that she wouldn't be desperate enough to brave Filch for a book.

When she stopped, the heavy wooden door before her seemed an invitation, not an obstacle. Her chest heaved as much from anticipation as from lack of air. The 16-year-old straightened from her half-bent position she'd adopted to catch her breath and banged on the barrier with a clenched fist. As if expecting her, it opened immediately.

Her smile seemed to light up the world. "Hagrid..."

All right. As you come back from bowing down to the porcelain goddess, let me apologize for putting Ron (and possibly Ginny) so OOC. I couldn't help it. This idea wouldn't leave me alone and I have to say that it came out pretty good despite being so unlike them. As always, R/R.