Thank you, to Mystic, and, of course, Chantelle. Both of you are absolute legends. Here's the next chapter.

Virginia was sitting next to her friend, Tabitha Nichols in the Library. She was doing her Potions Essay, and Abby was reading the latest Teen Quidditch 'Zeene.

"OMIGOD!" Abby squealed.

"What?" Virginia queried, looking up distractedly.

"Look, Oliver Wood is in the 'Zeene!" Virginia looked at the picture.

"Nice" She said noncommittally.

"You don't think he's cute?" Abby asked, disappointed.

"He's alright, I suppose" Virginia allowed.

"What! Are you-oh, right, Harry." She said, nodding.

"I wish." Virginia replied, face falling.

"What do you mean?" Abby said.

"I had the Dream last night."

"Dream? What does that have to do with anything? People dream all the time" Abby said.

"Not a dream, the Dream."

"The Love Me, Love Me Not Dream?" Abby asked. Virginia nodded miserably. "O-Oh!" She smiled. "That's great!" Then she saw the devastated look on Virginia's face. "It's not, great, is it." She said.

"N-no!" Virginia sobbed, "It's n-not!"

"Why? You've just found out for sure that Harry's your soul mate!" Virginia shook her head, and her tears fell harder. "You…didn't find out that Harry was your soul mate, did you." She said. Virginia shook her head no. "Oh." Abby hugged her, "Then who?"

"I don't know!" Virginia wailed. "I woke up before I could see his face!"

"That's great!" Abby exclaimed. Virginia looked at her friend in shock. Maybe she was more of a Slytherin than she'd thought.

"How can you say that?!" She demanded. "I just found out that the guy I love isn't my soul mate!"

"No, you didn't!" She contradicted Virginia excitedly. "You didn't see his face! It could be you-know-who!" Virginia blinked.

"Oh, yeah!" She said happily. She wiped away her tears.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER, NICHOLS?" Ron Weasley's recognisable voice bellowed. He was striding down the hall, and had obviously been there for some time. Virginia could tell that he hadn't heard her's and the 5th year Slytherin's conversation, or he wouldn't have been yelling. "STUPID SNAKE! LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"Ron!" Virginia shrieked. "You leave my best friend be!"

"B-best friend?" He stuttered. "B-but she's a Slytherin!"

"Yes, and she's the only student in the school who wants to be friends with me!" Virginia yelled. "All the rest were scared off in my first year, and any potential boyfriends have been frightened off by you! The only boy who'll go out with me is Neville, and only because you know he wouldn't do anything!" Ron had the grace to look shamefaced. Then he recovered.

"But she's a Slytherin!" He repeated.

"My, how you do love to repeat yourself." Virginia said dryly. "I know she's a Slytherin!"

"You can't be friends with a Slytherin!"

"Or what?"

"I'll-I'll-I'll quit talking to you." He said triumphantly.

"Whoop de do, it'll be a nice change. Besides, you never talk to me anyway." Virginia retorted.

"I'll stop Hermione and Harry from talking to you!"

"Why should I care whether or not Harry talks to me? And if Hermione stops talking to me because you say she should then she isn't a very good friend." Virginia flounced off, Abby in tow.

Harry rubbed his back absently. He'd been very surprised that morning when he'd woken up, and his back no longer ached. But what had been even more surprising was the fact that despite the awful nightmare he'd had, he hadn't had a migraine when he'd awoken, and he'd felt perfectly rested. Ginny stormed in, looking angrier than he'd ever seen her.

"Uh, hi." Harry said, waving at her. She smiled at him warmly, in a way that made his stomach flip over.

"Hello, Harry." She said. "How's your back?"

"How'd you know about my back?" He asked suspiciously.

"You've been rubbing it all morning." She informed him. Harry blushed.

"Oh." He said.

"So? How is it?" She asked.

"Fine." She arched one red brow. "No, really, I woke up this morning, and my back felt much better than it did last night." Harry said honestly. For some reason, Ginny looked as though he'd paid her a personal compliment. She clapped her hands together like a delighted child.

"Tres bien!" She squealed, and skipped up the stairs to her dorm. Harry shook his head, and wondered what had gotten into her. First she'd been spotted talking quite happily with Trelawney the other day, and now this!

Virginia threw herself down on her bed, sighing happily. She'd fixed him up! He was no longer hurt! His back was feeling better, and she knew that his scar hadn't bothered him all day!

"I did something right for once!" She yelled at the ceiling. Then she danced around the room with her Harry Potter™ Plushie.

"Uh, Ginny, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice asked uncertainly. Virginia blushed, and hid her plushie behind her back.

"Nothing." She said sheepishly.

"Ri-ght, I'm not going to even bother. You want to come to the Library with me?"

"Sure, oh wait, I can't. I've gotta go see Pomfrey." Virginia said, checking her watch.

"What do you do with her, anyway? You're always in the Infirmary, and you always come back exhausted." Hermione asked

"I can't tell you." Virginia said.

"I've never kept secrets from you!" Hermione cried. Virginia coughed something that sounded very much like 'Sirius!', which caused Hermione to flush red.

"I can't tell you, sorry, Herm. See you later?" Hermione nodded, and Virginia slipped past her.

***

Virginia dragged herself into the Gryffindor common room at 10:30 that night. She groaned, and slumped down on a chair. Madame Pomfrey had kept her running all day, trying to keep up with her demand for potions to be made, and herbs to be collected.

"Who's there?" A suspicious voice demanded. Virginia didn't even lift her head. She was too tired even to move that much

"Me." She moaned.

"Who's me?" The voice, which Virginia recognised as Harry, asked.

"Virginia W-Weasley" Virginia yawned.

"Oh, Ginny." Harry sounded relieved, and Virginia was too tired to correct him. Or…maybe not.

"My name's Virginia." She mumbled, before giving into sleep.