Disclaimer- again I only own three characters. (Maybe more, I might have killed Snape, I'm not sure yet, and then a new Care of Magical Creatures teacher) You know the rest.

Neville looked down at the plant he was weeding, it looked as depressed as he felt. Lately he'd been losing sleep, every time he closed his eyes, he saw the dead bodies, every time it got silent, he heard the screams of all his friends that died, and even of all the death eaters that died. He saw the people die before his eyes, and it pained him. He visited his parents now, every month, he told them everything that happened to him, even though they had no idea about what he was saying it felt good to let them know about his life.
"Neville? What's wrong dear?" Professor Sprout walked up next to him, being one of her favorite students she couldn't have been more proud when Neville signed up for her Advanced Herbology class, but now he looked sad and so did the Emoplant in front of him.
"Nothing Professor, its nothing." Neville felt even more depressed when he saw the plant, "its just that, seeing this plant, so unhealthy really depresses me."
"Its an Emoplant Neville. It feeds of the emotions of people, if your happy it looks healthy, if your sad or depressed it looks dead, and if your mad, it grows teeth and tries to bite people, its best to be in a good mood when you tend one. So what is wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it Professor. I'll try and be in a better mood."
"Not to worry Neville, class is almost over anyway." Turning away she spoke to the rest of the class as well, "time to clean up class. It was a good start today; I'm very excited about what we will be working with this year. After Christmas vacation, I believe you will have learned enough to move to the 5th green house. But if one of us is not ready none will go. There are so very dangerous plants in there and I can't have anyone get hurt, so study hard and you'll learn some very exciting things. "
Neville perked up, the 5th green house had a large variety of guarding spells around it, only Professor Sprout could get in there. Neville couldn't wait to learn about the new plants. Right now they were in green house 7, a mildly interesting greenhouse but most of the plants where just house decorations, few had any really magical value, most just were for protection spells, they were learning proper care for them. Nothing to great. His thoughts wandered away from him as he washed the dirt from his hands, and he found himself thinking about Ginny. She really was very pretty. And she was just who he ran into on his way back to the castle.
"Ginny! Hey" he said 'great one genus, she'll fall for you there, hey, what a line, god' was the thought going though his mind. "coming from care of magical creatures?"
"Yeah that new teacher is something I'll say, she knows quite a lot, though I will miss Hagrid." (A/N-don't worry he didn't die!!)
"Me too. Of course it would get kinda crowded and all, you know with Olympia and then the two kids. Who are like the size of outhouses now." Ginny laughed, 'wow she has such a great laugh' he thought 'I'd do stand up comedy if I could get her to laugh like that all the time.'
"So, how've you been?" Ginny felt like hitting her self 'that's the best you have Gin, god your such a moron.'
"Good! Gran has me tending her garden a lot, and inviting plant people over for dinner. I got offered a job for when I leave Hogwarts!" Neville said, he had been surprised when the exotic magical plant storeowner had said he could use someone of Neville's skill and intelligence in his store.
"Really? That's great Neville!" Ginny hugged him, very excited for him.
"What have you been doing?" Neville asked, saying the only thing he could think of, sense his brain seemed to have left him, when she'd hugged him.
"Nothing really, working on my flying, ready for the new season. I hope we do good this year."
"Sure you will, we have the best team, this year, you guys ready to get that cup again." 'God Neville, if you feed her anymore lines like this you'll be kissing her arse, not that it's a bad thing, she does have a really nice one, and pretty eyes, all dark and green, like leaves, come on Neville concentrate, think of something.' Neville ran a hand though his chestnut brown hair. 'But what could I say to a girl like that, she's perfect. She'd never want any thing to do with a guy like me.' And as a result of these thoughts Neville didn't say another word. 'What'd I say?' Ginny wondered, 'why's he so distant toward me, I thought we where friends.' Shaking her head Ginny and Neville walked up to dinner in silence, both thinking about the person next to them but neither talking.

"Hey Loshea." Draco sat down next to her at dinner, hoping to find out more about the mysterious girl. "Lookin good today."
"Hello Draco, can I help you with something?" Loshea was not in the greatest mood, not only did all her teachers make her and her sister stand up and introduce them selves in every class, now Sophie had a song in her head and it was starting to bug her. Not that it was a bad song, she really did like Red Hot Chili Peppers but after awhile it got boring. And Draco just did not approach her right.
"I just wanted to talk, jeez, who stuck a stick up your arse." Draco said making Sophie raise an eyebrow, and turned to talk to Hermione, knowing what was going to come next, given Loshea's mood.
"My ass is quite stick less, thank you very much. You just happen to be stupefying my conversation." Turning away from him she saw that her father was done, 'I'm gonna talk to dad, Soph, I'll see you later.' Sophie nodded and Loshea left the table and walked off. Sophie turned to Draco.
"Let me give you a little advice bud. She doesn't like guys like you, she had a bad relationship with one some time ago and she thinks your just another, punk ass, know-it-all asshole who just wants to get inside her pants. And trust me, you don't want to act like that to her; she gets kinda violent at times. So if you want to be her friend, don't hit on her, and do not talk down to her."
"But she doesn't even know me, how can she assume that about me, when we've hardly spoken."
Sophie shrugged. "That's just the way she is. You get used to it, she losses the frosty demurer after awhile."
This was going to be quite a year, he decided, looking down at his food, suddenly not very interested.

A/N- I realize this wasn't that great of a chapter, I'll work on it. Sorry bout that.