Author's Note ~ I want to thank all my reviewers for being so nice and well reviewing. Sorry it took so long to get this up, but I was to busy freaking out about my Bio grade and just being me (a weird person who freaks out over tests). Be happy.

I ran back to the common room as best someone with a full book bag and another bag of pink yarn could and as best someone could after overhearing Cho. When I entered to common room I found Jean sitting alone in a corner and I didn't see Monica anywhere near.

"Jean, you won't ever believe what I got!" I said, as soon as I had my way over to him.

He looked up at me eagerly, but one of his eyebrows were raised, "Another detention?" he guessed.

"No, yarn! Enough to make every one in the whole school a sweater if we so choose!" I squealed, not caring if people were looking our way.

Jean's face was one of shock and this is the only time in history that I have ever seen him stare at someone with his mouth hanging wide open. "Where, where did you get it all?" he asked as he fingered the yarn.

"It's my little secret, it is amazing what you can do with noodles and a willing guide to the kitchens." I improvised. I promise I will tell him later.

He leaned over closer to me, stopped suddenly as his head came really close to mine and said in a embarrassed tone, "Best go to bed now, we have a busy day tomorrow." He stood up and headed to go to his dormitory. I hate to say this because it would be like I was betraying Harry, but I was honestly hoping he was going to kiss me.

But there is no way in the name of Merlin Jean would do that sort of thing (no matter what Mary Sue says), sort of how there is no way on Earth that Harry will fall in love with me. I must be getting older to realize this but on the way back to the common room I over heard Cho talking about how she and Harry were going some place and how she couldn't wait to talk to him about some dead guy (didn't pick up the name). I didn't feel at all sad, or heart broken, as I should have probably the way Harry would be if he heard that I didn't like him (Don't me wrong his still the man of my life, only unavailable at the moment). Maybe...no I think Harry is still my favorite boy in the world, after Jean and his evil streak.

I went up to my dormitory and threw the yarn onto my bed. Only it didn't land of my bed for it hit a person sitting on it. I walked closer to my bed to find Monica sitting on it (not the yarn but my bed).

As soon as she saw me she hissed, "Yarn! You aren't honestly going to follow through with this plan are you? Monique, you and Jean are asking to be sent home. I asked Professor Sprout about how many detentions a student could get and she said as many as we wanted, but notices are sent back to our school. I then overheard her and Professor Umbridge talking about you two and how if you guys do one more disruptive thing in Umbridge's class Umbridge will personally see to it that you are sent back home! Think of what the teachers back home would say!"

She rambled on for sometime, talking of how we would be a disappointment to our school and how she didn't want to be alone here without us. Meanwhile I was thinking about my mother and her reaction. Having a howler sent was going to be nothing compared to what she would do once I got home. "Monica, if you don't want to be left here alone you can always help Jean and I."

She gave me a horrified glance. "And miss my trip to Hogsmeade? I can't I promised Charity that I would site see with her."

"We don't need your help for that. I want you to wear one of our sweaters and maybe pass the word around and see if others want to join in."

"Save it for our school. Here you would need some assistance from someone the school listens to. Any ways it wouldn't matter if I help because I won't. Whatever you do, I won't help you or get dragged into this. I have already gotten a detention because of you and Jean, but I won't stand for expulsion!" She then huffily got off my bed went to her bed, were she instantly shut the drapes.

Her getting a detention was my fault? What about the sight of poor Jean getting strangled to death by Draco? Does she have no memory? I helped Jean and she helped me, we didn't drag her into it!

I can't believe she won't help me out with this marvelous plan. Now who could? Maybe the answer will present its self tomorrow while I am knitting. I thought drowsily to myself before I was sleeping. My dream that night was rather confusing, it had the typical appearance of Harry trying to save me from Draco, but Jean got there first, wearing a pink sweater, we then kissed, something I never get to do with Harry in my dreams.

My dream didn't get much further than this because I woke up. (Whenever you have an interesting dream you are bound to wake up). I looked over at my clock it was ten in the morning. I smiled happily before lying down again. Nothing to do today, no classes, no teachers, and no detentions...then I remembered I must get up and knit sweaters!

I sat up and hastily put on my robes wondering how long I had kept Jean waiting. I debated if I should bother with my contacts or not, but due to the fact that I couldn't find them the second option won.

I ran down the stairs only to find the common room empty. I frowned wondering where everyone had gone. Where else would Jean be? Library! I left the empty common room, and headed in the general direction I thought the library was in. About an hour later I had found it.

I walked in and was given a glare by the Librarian. She probably thought I was up to no good, but since I was I didn't have the heart to glare at her back. I walked over to her instead and asked, "Where may I find Miss Preiss's Guide to Gift Spells and Crafts?" I'm pretty sure that's the book Professor Snape recommended.

"Why would you need a book like this?" she asked.

"I need to make Christmas gifts and I can't got to Hogsmeade and buy them. Someone recommended this book."

She gave me a suspicious glare before leading me to a corner of the library filled with how-to books. "Try looking here." She said before walking off.

Jean was sitting at the table across from the shelves. From the pile of books in front of him I could tell he hadn't found the spell yet. I browsed the shelves looking for Miss Preiss's Guide to Gift Spells and Crafts. After I had found it I walked over to Jean and cleared my throat.

"Well, sleeping beauty has finally awoke to help the poor peasant search for the spell." He said smiling. At least I know he isn't mad at me...then again the whole plan was his idea...

I sat next to him, "Sleeping beauty has been sleep deprived lately so she had to do some catch up sleeping."

"I would think so, how much sleep did you have to catch up on? You came here just in time for lunch."

"How has the spell hunt been going?"

"I don't think wizards know how to knit, and muggles are the ones who hold the key do doing it." He said dejectedly.

I smiled and opened my book to the index. Turning to the page with K's on it I read aloud, "Knitting Spells, page 905."

"Give me that!" Jean said angrily, "How on earth did you find that! I have been looking for a grand total of six hours!"

"Beginners luck?" I asked.

"Beginners luck my ass, you knew were I was, due to that secret friend."

"No I asked Umbridge how she made she beautiful sweater and she just rattled off how wonderful this book was in helping her make her sweaters."

"Keep your secrets you fiend. You get to copy down the spell, how's that for beginners luck?"

"In my hand writing? Jean do we want to be able to read the spell?"

Jean pretended to think about this before muttering some spell that transferred the contents of the page onto a piece of parchment. If left up to me I would have ripped out the page. "There, looks just like the page. Want to eat?"

"Not really, I want to see if the spell works." I said.

"Your wish is my command. Since you know have the power to visit the kitchens I guess we can eat any time."

I frowned. "Well...you know I was following someone down there and I don't think I will ever be able to find it again..."

"We'll try, we might as well explore the school before we are kicked out of it."

"Monica gave you the talk too?" I asked, wondering what else they did while I wasn't there. I wasn't jealous or anything...just curious.

"Yup this morning before she left. I have been officially given the title of a disturber of the peace, two-faced double crossing twit, and a suck up to yo...well according to her rant I will be leaving the school this Wednesday."

"Why this Wednesday, why not Monday?"

"Well Sherlock, we don't have class with her on Monday being that we had her on Friday, and if we are expelled on Tuesday then we can't leave the school till Wednesday."

"I still don't see why they wouldn't send us home on a Monday." I said playfully as I took the piece of parchment from his hand and ran out of the library. I would have gone further, it's just that I didn't want to get lost, and I was hoping Jean knew the way back to our common room.

A second later I was joined by a panting Jean. "What was the point of that?" he asked.

"Encouragement to get you out of the library and lead the way to the common room."

"Can't read a map? How about asking your helpful friend?"

"My helpful friend is in Hogsmeade with all the other teachers. And I was never given a map." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Well then onward hoe." We took off down a set of stairs, turned a couple of random directions and then walked down another flight of stairs.

"I get to choose the next turn." I said, realizing that we could be at this for hours.

"Sure, and I get the next five wrong turns."

"Well I bet that I will be able to make us head in the right direction."

"Into a wall." Muttered Jean.

"No fair, you lead us to," I waved my hands around my head and looked around the hall. I saw a familiar looking portrait, "To the tea picture!"

Jean gave me a funny look, "Care to elaborate?"

But I took off toward the picture of a woman holding a lap dog with a teacup in one hand. "Hello again." I called out to it.

She looked up from her dog. "I remember you, you're the kind girl who brought me tea! Did you ever find your common room?"

"Yes, but I was wondering if you could do me a favor since I did one for you?" I made my voice sound super sweet and had to resist laughing when I saw Jean mimicking me just out of the picture's sight.

"Well sure. I have felt grieved that I was never able to thank you properly. And your face when you found out I was lying to you was heart breaking. I owe you one."

"Can you go around the school and just ask people if they would like a pink sweater? Tell them that it..." I trailed off not knowing what it was.

Thank Merlin for Jean. "It is a form of protesting the teaching methods of Professor Umbridge. If they are interested tell them to meet us in the library on Monday evening. Monique and I will be there. But just don't tell any the teachers about this. It's to be a surprise protest."

"Well..." "Please can you? It would be a great way to make up to me for making me go fetch you some tea." I begged.

"Why not, do Fred and George know about this?" asked the picture.

"Whom?"

"Oh well I will tell them. This is the sort of thing they encourage. Have fun children." Called the picture as I led Jean up a set of stairs.

We eventually made it back to the common room, with a no idea how we ended up there. All that mattered to us was that we did. After entering I went up to my dorm and brought down the bag of yarn and a couple of quill pens (I don't think Jean had knitting needles and I know that I don't so why don't I make some?).

"Jean do we need a certain type of knitting needle? Or do we not need them at all?"

"Two sets of needles please. It just says that the needles should not be from a muggle store."

"All right then." I then concentrated on the pile of pens, tying to connect with their inner knitting needle properties (no, I am not crazy, just good at connecting with inanimate objects.). I muttered the spell and voila four sets of knitting needles.

"Monique I only said two sets of knitting needles."

"We might need extra, in case people actually want some."

He smiled, "Ok then, lets see if this works." Jean picked up two needles, whacked me on the head with one of them, tied one end of the yarn to them and said ars vestes campus. The needles started moving on their own and in the blink of an eye we had our first sweater going.

I started to clap and gave Jean a hug. As I started to pull away Jean pulled me back and kissed me. Well if you think about it I kissed him back but that is beside the point...Jean kissed me!

Author's Note: Don't kill me for trying to give her a little bit of romance in her life...I am going to say this once again, I can't write romance so if you want relationship problems don't read this story. Oh and another thing, I will be ending the story sometime within the next few chapters (definition of a few: next 1-3 chapters). THANKS FOR ALL THE REWIEWS!!!!!!!!!

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