December 13, Seventh Year

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Disclaimer:  Well, another Christmas gone by and we didn't get the rights to Harry Potter.  We're very upset, because we wanted to brag about not having to write disclaimers anymore.  Oh, well.

I went to Hogsmeade with Stella this afternoon.  Luckily, she actually wasn't upset about my being muggleborn.  In fact, she "suspected it all along.  I mean, please!  You live in a goddamn muggle town.  Why would a pure-blood be living there?"

Uh huh.  Sure.  I doubt that she figured it out.  Lots of purebloods live in muggle towns.

Anyways, she finally told me the plan.  It's rather simple.  We're going to make Colin Creevey fall in love with Stella.  Brilliant, I know.  Once he's completely head-over-heels because of some clever potions skills, he'll be putty in our hands.

You see, if you remember, I mentioned that he was Ginny's new "boyfriend."  Or pretend boyfriend.  Anyways, that means he obviously knows about Ginny and Draco being together.  So, Stella is going to make Colin tell everyone about they're relationship.

Then, I'll take some Polyjuice potion and masquerade as Draco.  I'll confirm what Colin said and break up with Ginny.  Ta-da!

Ingenious, yes?  I can't take credit for it, of course.  Which is a shame, because I'd love to think up something like this.  But I guess I'm not that kind of person.  Thank God Stella is.

Of course, her plan wasn't perfect when she first came up with it.  Her original version of the plan was making Colin fall in love with me.  I was the one who pointed out that we would need to use a Sexuality changing potion as well if we were going to do that.  So, she reluctantly switched it to her.

She's creative, I'm the realist.  The perfect team.  Unfortunately, that's all we can be... a team.  But that's fine.  I don't want to be more... I think.

Wow, did I just write that?  I'd erase it, but it's a new quill and I haven't figured out where the erasing charm is.  I sounded like I liked her back there.  Why would I write something like that?

Maybe I do...

Okay, that's enough.  I feel like I'm having a discussion with myself.

Anyways, at Hogsmeade today, we bought all of the potions ingredients.  Unfortunately, she decided to buy them at Weasley Wizard Wheezes.  And, that was a really bad idea.

We walked in the door and we greeted with the cheery voice of one of the twins... I think it might have been Fred.  "Welcome to Weasley Wizard Wheezes, where we will...err... wonderfully... crap.  What's another word that starts with a W?" he finished.

"You could say, 'Wait on you wonderfully.'  That might work," I suggested.

"Blimey!  We've been asking every person that's come in here for the last three weeks that question and none of them has answered that well yet!  Good on you, mate.  So, what can we do for you and your girl today?" said... George.  I think.

Yeah, that was somewhat embarrassing.  So, while I was sputtering, trying to explain our relationship, she went into action.  "Oh, please.  We're looking for some potions ingredients.  Do you sell those here?"

"Only the ones that can make really troublesome potions.  What were you looking for?"

She began to list the ingredients we needed when whichever twin it was said, "Hold on a moment."  Then, he stuck his head behind a door that undoubtedly led to the stock room and shouted, "Ron!  Get your arse up here!  We need some stuff down there and you have to get it!"  The mystery twin looked at us and said in a quieter voice, "Hope you don't mind.  Got to train the kid brother, you understand."

"Fine with me," she said.

I, on the other hand, realized who this was.  I leaned closer so I could whisper to her.  "I don't really think this is a good-"

But then he came up the stairs.  When he saw me, he said with what I'm sure was the most hate he could put into his voice, "You."

"Hello.  Don't mind me.  I'll be waiting outside."  Unfortunately, when I tried to go outside, Stella grabbed my sleeve.

"Weasley?  Never thought I'd see you working here," she said to Ron.

"What?  In WEASLEY Wizard Wheezes?  Wow, you are a lot stupider then most Slytherins and that's saying a lot," he shot back, but not sounding very upset.

"No.  I thought you would have laid down your life so Harry Potter could kill You-Know-Who, by now.  Oh, right, he hasn't done that yet.  Oh well, you have a few more years to lay down your life, I guess."  Her voice had become that cold tone that she usually reserved for First Years.

"At least I don't try to take my own life away, you stupid Goth.  Bet you sit around at night slitting your wrists and the like.  You and your safety pins."

I kind of felt like punching him then.  Just a bit.  But instead, I came up with a really witty come back.  "At least she doesn't have red hair!"  Okay, shut up, Journal.

"No.  She has blue hair.  Thanks for pointing that out, Pritchard.  Just the kind of person you would date.  I mean really date.  Not just being used like my sister did with you."

Now that was low.  Very low, indeed.  But, the twin, whichever one he was, didn't make me think up a come back.  "You've got a problem with red hair?" he said menacingly.

"Oh no," I said quickly because the twin was a beater and therefore had large arm muscles.  "It looks great on you.  But not him.  He's far too tall for it."

"Good point," said either Fred or George.

"Yes.  At that height, and with that hair, he looks like a carrot.  Especially with those freckles.  And even more so when his face turns red, like it's doing now.  Very red indeed.  Stella, he looks very scary, can we go now?"  Okay, so it wasn't exactly cool, but hey!  Ron looks very frightening sometimes.

Course, Stella didn't answer my question.  She just raised her chin, gave Ron a very hard look and said, "At least we don't gamble."

Ron's jaw dropped.  I stared.  Stella smirked.  And the mystery twin laughed.

"You gamble?  Our little Ronnikins?  Wait 'til I tell Mum!"

"You will not or I'll tell her what really happened to her wand five years ago," Ron said before turning back to Stella.  "How'd you know?  I don't know you, yet you know that."

Stella smirked, looking wonderfully evil just then.  "My secret.  Now, I'd like to get a pound of raven feathers..."

We left the store pretty quickly after we had bought the ingredients.  Once we were outside, I turned to her.  "How'd you know that?  'Bout Weasley?"

"Oh.  I dated Jon Hall back in fifth year.  Purely  because he had a lot of money.  He bought me a life time supply of the potion that makes my hair blue, come to think of it."

"Wow," was all I could say.

"Well, being a bookie has certain advantages, doesn't it?"

"I meant, wow, he's really very tall and scary.  I didn't think about him actually dating people," I clarified.  "I mean, when I met him he was standing under the Quidditch Pitch, but still..."

"You gamble, too?" she asked suddenly.

"What?  No.  I... err... went there with Ron once.  Back in second year.  I knew he gambled too.  That's how I got him to not beat me up when he found out I was dating Ginny."

She was quiet for a moment.  A long moment.  In fact, we were half way back to Hogwarts before she said anything.  Finally, she spoke, "I didn't think you would do something like that."

"What?  Gamble?" I asked.

"No.  Blackmailing Weasley.  Genius idea, really.  Did you think that up all on your own?"

"Well... yeah."  I wasn't sure whether to be proud of the fact or somewhat embarrassed that I would stoop that low.  Or, I was, until she spoke again.

"I like it.  We should have done some blackmailing thing instead of this potions crap.  You don't know any dirt on Creevey, do you?"

"On Colin?  I can't imagine him doing anything wrong.  He was always the good kid when we were little.  His mum was always talking about me corrupting him.  So, no.  He's clean."

"Oh yeah.  You knew him way back in your muggle town, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Must kill you that he's replaced you with the whole Ginny thing."

And the weird thing is that I hadn't even thought about that yet.

So, basically we came back to the castle.  I went to my room, she went to the library, and that's that.  But now I wish I had suggested we go get some butterbeer first...

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