A/N: Ok, it literally made my day to wake up and see reviews for my story, I can honestly say that everyone mattered to me. Eeeeeeexcellent. And I'm not a sentimental person at all, so it was kind of disturbing ; ) But in a good way.

I've had three chapters written for about two months now, but I've been too lazy to make the corrections that my beta (who I , unforgivably, forgot to mention!), Rikki, made. I was gonna wait till Sunday to post another chapter but couldn't contain myself. I've told a friend that I've done something and that she should find out sometime between now and a few weeks (she reads FF.net tonnes) and she's really pissed off at me cause I'm being so damn vague about what IT is, hehehe. Simple pleasures.

Alright, other than adding squiggly thingys to separate the sections of the story, I have made one small alteration to the previous chapter, though it is debatably a big change. It was an important change because I'm trying to do something and, for anyone who read it before the change, if you notice it then you'll understand why it was a potentially big change. But I ain't telling' how I screwed up ; )

One last thing before I do…one…last…thing…I love ellipses, can't get enough of 'em. Anyway. The songs that I have, and will continue to, place before each chapter relate to said chapter in some way. I like all of the songs that are there, so you'll see a truncated, cliff-notes version of my music library by the time the story is done. Note how I say that as if its going to happen. I'm thinking positively. Good times.

Yay! Now, the people who made my Monday the 12th in the year 2004: Eve Granger, dude, you were my first reviewer sniff, sniff, Suzaku's Rose, Veriawen-Ethel, author's list! Yay! Pirate'sRedWinter, loucher la dinde (what does your name mean?), and Myunet, you shoulda seen me when I read that you had read my story, I musta looked like I was on crack I was so ecstatic. I read every one a dozen times over and practically have them memorized. Thanks so much.

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2.

Everything About You

By Ugly Kid Joe

I, hate the rain and sunny weather,

And I, hate the beach and mountains too, boo hoo.

And I, don't like a thing about the city, no, no,

And I, I, I, hate the countryside too!

And I, hate everything about you!

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"In case you need to find me, Ginny-dear, I'll be in the common room," Seamus shouted across the dining hall from the doors. Ginny made the effort to turn her head and give him the thumbs up sign and a mocking smile. Seamus grinned in response before spinning on his foot and ambling down the hall with his hands in his robe pockets and out of sight. The exhausted red head's face went blank of any expression and her arm dropped as if someone had cut the strings holding it up. Her head still leant sideways on the table, facing the entrance of the dining hall. Her eye lids fluttered softly and then slowly lowered, and her last conscience thought for the next 15 minutes was a desperate plea to whatever higher deity was listening that she not drool…too much.

Ginny awoke to a repetitive tapping sound. She refused to acknowledge the sound for a few moments, hoping her brain would find a way to incorporate it into her dream, but the sound was getting increasingly annoying. Ginny tried to bring enough air into her lungs to sigh exasperatedly, but found that in her current state of extreme fatigue it was rather impossible. She settled for slowly dragging her head up to look for the source of the sound. With six brothers (well, ok, five; Princess Percy doesn't really count as male, not really), Ginny had a virtual lexicon of insults and cuss words to pull from. And she was more than sure that she had energy reserves she could call on from somewhere that would enable her to vent her frustration suitably.

Malfoy was pissed. Really pissed. Here he was, all ready to make The Weasel miserable, and the stupid chit was already miserable. That was just rude. Was she really so poor that she couldn't afford some common courtesy? He wasn't about to take someone else's leavings; he wanted to make her miserable on his own, tear her apart on his own! He didn't need the job half-done already! He had pride, damnit! It better not have been Potter… Malfoy's frown increased with each thought until his shiny black designer loafer was drumming a steady, forceful beat on the stone floor. "Finally," Malfoy muttered as Ginny slowly raised her head up off of the table. He waited with feigned patience as her gaze slid slowly across the table to meet his legs mid-thigh. He watched as her gaze skated the rest of the way up his robe covered form, a scowl working it's way onto the girl's face once she realized that a human being was the cause of the interruption.

Ginny noticed the crossed arms and the rigid stance of the boy in front of her, and when her dark brown eyes finally met his grey ones the tapping foot stopped. "Malfoy," Ginny growled, "would you mind pissing off?" Malfoy responded by taking a step closer to the table and looming over her, forcing Ginny's head to roll back as far as it could go in order to meet his eyes.

"Did Potter do this to you?" He spat, ignoring her polite request for him to vacate the premises. Ginny's scowl intensified until it was rivaling Malfoy's, but the fact that her body remained slumped in her seat negated the unspoken threat quite a lot, especially when one compared her posture to the successfully imposing one of Malfoy's.

"Go. Away." Ginny's growl was not met with the hoped response of Malfoy actually leaving. Malfoy ignored her again, and instead took the time to take in the change in the sick-looking girl's appearance. Ginny Weasley wasn't beautiful, in fact, she just made the cut-off for pretty. Ginny was of average height for a female at 5'6". In her youth Ginny had been gangly, all limbs, but then so had all the Weasley children. And, like the rest of her siblings (except Princess Percy), she had filled out in more-or-less the right places (sometimes more, sometimes less). Ginny was slim, but curvy in the right places, nothing special, but all in all more than satisfying. Malfoy placed the credit for The Weasel's prettiness on her vivacious hair, that, even now, was alive…when everything else about Ginny Weasley screamed that she was the walking dead.

"You've slobbered on yourself," Malfoy said derisively as he peered down his nose at the pathetic looking sixth year. Ginny's response to his comment wasn't met with the expected embarrassment, rather, she continued to glare at Malfoy as she raised her robe sleeve to her mouth and casually wiped. Malfoy rolled his eyes and sneered at her. "Typical Weasel, dirtying everything you comes into contact with. I don't know why you bother washing at all." Malfoy paused for effect. "You do wash, don't you?" His inspection of her form implying he wouldn't be surprised if she said 'no'.

"I wash," Ginny said indignantly, affronted. "I may be poor, but I find the money for soap, you bastard."

"Oh?" Malfoy countered with mock surprise, his eyebrows raised, "Is it possible that you might also manage to find the funds to purchase a respectable vocabulary? Only a Weasley woman would lower herself by speaking so commonly."

"I repeat; piss off," the glare was now firmly back on Ginny's face.

"How very eloquent of you," he taunted.

"I try."

"How very pitiful if this is you trying," he sneered.

"Well, I'm not trying very hard! And neither would you if you were exhausted!" Ginny cried frustrated. Malfoy's eyebrows rose in mock surprise again.

"Where does Mister Potter find the energy? What, with quidditch practice and all," Ginny flushed red at the insinuation, though Malfoy couldn't tell whether it was from anger or embarrassment. He liked to think it was both. He smirked with success. "Speaking from personal experience, it's no mean feat to perform on two fields in one day." Ginny didn't say a word in response, only continued to glare at the current bane of her existence.

Still Ginny did nothing but glare at Malfoy. And Malfoy did nothing but literally look down on Ginny with haughty disdain.

Nothing.

…

Still nothing.

…

More nothing.

A few younger years stared for a while at the silent duo before boredom won out and they walked off. The hall was empty when one of them finally spoke.

"Go get some sleep, Weasley," Malfoy sneered, for The Weasel looked painfully as if she would suddenly wilt and collapse with fatigue, even from her sitting position, and he would be damned if she fell asleep while he was addressing her.

"I can't afford to sleep, Ferret!" Ginny snapped, her eyes veritably sparking with anger. Malfoy merely shook his head and sighed with honest disappointment at Ginny's, clearly un-thought out, remark. Ginny realized the ridicule she had opened herself up to with her last comment and groaned at her own stupidity, her head thumping back down onto the table. "I'm busy," she mumbled, "that's what I meant; that I'm too busy to sleep."

Malfoy looked at the dismal scene with displeasure; it hadn't been nearly as gratifying as he had thought it would be. Malfoy left Ginny, who was mumbling to herself, thinking that perhaps he should stick to harassing the male Weasley.

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Three hours later.

"Miss Weasley!" A voice yelled. It was almost a screech, really. Ginny's head snapped back and cracked against the wall she was previously slumped against in slumber. Professor McGonagall winced as her student grimaced while she rubbed her head in an attempt to sooth it, she really was getting a few too many head injuries these days. McGonagall resisted the urge to apologize for startling her student, her irritation at the fact that Ginny must have fallen asleep as soon as she was left to her own devices making the urge to resist expressing regret just that much easier.

The professor had intended to return an hour earlier, but the teacher's meeting that usually followed her Friday night extra help class had gone an hour longer than normal. The reason for the extended teacher's meeting being the pressing need to discover a way to deal with the fourth year boys who had found a potion that gave them the ability to see through objects that had a simple targeting spell on them. Needless to say the target had been the girl's shower wall. The girls were just thankful that it hadn't occurred to the boys that staring at a wall like a bunch of simpletons might attract attention. After much agreement that this must never be allowed to happen again there was also much agreement that it was a rather brilliant application of their skills.

Snape was pleasantly surprised that they had managed to brew such a delicate and advanced potion. They must have been really motivated. How did they get the supplies? Miss Granger would have been the only student that he would have credited with enough intelligence and skill to not only create the potion, but to also find a compatible spell to control it with, though he highly doubted she would have any interest in looking at naked girls. But he'd dye his hair red and gold before he admitted his faith in Hermione Granger's skills.

So due to the unusual circumstance the meeting had run fairly late and it was now 10pm.

"Sorry, professor," Ginny said with expected contriteness.

"Miss Weasley," McGonagall sighed, though this time she shook her head in a strangely similar manner as Malfoy had earlier. "Go to bed," the tall, severe looking woman demanded as she walked briskly over to her desk and sat down, "you're clearly exhausted. I'll discuss this with you on Monday morning before classes." Ginny mumbled a 'thank you' before slinking quickly out of the room, lest McGonagall change her mind.

Ginny had left the Great Hall a few minutes after Malfoy had departed, knowing that if she stayed still for much longer she would find herself creating 'Lake Ginny' with her drool on the table again. She had lifted herself slowly and shuffled to the transfiguration room where Professor McGonagall had awaited her arrival. Ginny had stared blankly at the middle of her teacher's forehead, nodding occasionally while the teacher had rattled off a list of chores that needed to be accomplished in order for her detention to be complete. The professor had left, her robes billowing behind her, while Ginny had promptly fell back against the nearest wall and was asleep before her rear hit the ground.

Ginny stumbled her way to her dorm room, pulled off her robes and uniform, threw on her oversized Weird Sisters t-shirt and pulled on a pair of Princess Percy's hand-me-down sweat pants. She did a quick teeth cleaning spell, removed her hair tie and then slid between the cool sheets of her bed, pulling the curtains around her at the same time with practiced ease. She expelled a breath and then flopped back onto the pillow and closed her eyes and lay there. And lay there. And lay some more. And lay yet some more. Then she rolled onto her side. And lay there. And then she rolled onto her other side. And lay there. And then she rolled onto her stomach, her neck arched at an uncomfortable angle on her pillow. And lay there.

Finally, she twisted violently onto her back, scowling something fierce, and kicked viciously at her blankets. When she had removed the offending covers from her person, she flung her feet onto the cold floor, stomped over to where she had flung her robes and with angry, choppy movements pulled them on. She then stuffed her feet into her poor, innocent, bedraggled bunny slippers that sat quietly on the floor at the end of her bed, grabbed her wand from her bed-side table and shoved it into her robe pocket, and as she headed towards the common room she, rather brutally, pulled her hair into a ponytail.

The scowl was still firmly in place when she was intercepted by Seamus at the entrance to the common room. "Ginny-dear!" He began with his usual cheer.

"Back the hell off, Finnigan, before I castrate you," she snarled as she stomped over to the fireplace, not even sparing him a glance. Seamus jerked back at the words and the tone that went with them before muttering something about 'someone desperately needing a shag' as he walked away.

Ginny was intercepted again on her way to the fireplace, this time by Hermione. Though it was more of a collision than an interception. Hermione's armful of books went flying and, naturally, the heaviest one landed on Ginny's left foot, squashing the poor bunny's nose back into its face. Ginny began hopping on one foot muttering an endless litany of, "Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!"

"Ginny! I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Hermione streamed. "I was carrying a pile of books and I couldn't see over the top of them! I knew I should have dropped them off at my room first," she berated herself.

"I'm fine, Herm," the grimacing red head muttered through clenched teeth as she steadied herself by holding onto the Head Girl's shoulder as she tested her weight on her foot, "it was just as much my fault as yours, probably more." Ginny's jaw loosened as the pain in her foot dissipated, signaling there wasn't any major damage.

"Ginny, shouldn't you be sleeping?" Hermione asked as both girls got down on their hands and knees and gathered Hermione's books.

"Yes," Ginny snapped, knowing Hermione would realize that her waspishness wasn't directed at her, but rather at the situation. "I'm sure I would be sleeping…if I hadn't already slept through my detention." Hermione gasped with shock, just as Ginny had expected. Both girls stood, each with an armful of papers, quills, and text books.

"Virginia Anne Weasley!"

"I know," Ginny cried, walking with Hermione towards Ron and Harry, "I have to see her on Monday to work something out." Ron made a sound of protest as Ginny dumped her armload of books onto his lap.

"Who do you have to see on Monday, Gin?" Harry asked. Harry and Ron were sitting near one of the windows on a plush velvet couch, farther from the fire than Ginny would like, but then nothing went as Ginny liked. Not today anyway. Not for the last two weeks actually. Ginny sat down next to Harry as Hermione, too, dumped her books onto Ron's lap. Ginny leant forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands, scowl now firmly back in place.

"McGonagall. I fell asleep in detention," she explained wearily, they didn't need to know that she fell asleep before she even started her detention, she'd keep that transgression to herself.

"Explains why you no longer look like shit," Ron said bluntly in a mild tone as he pulled Hermione down next to him. And he was right; the rings under Ginny's eyes were no where near as pronounced and there was a slight red tinge to her skin that hinted at a degree of restfulness that should have pleased Ginny. But it didn't.

"Thank you, Ronald, thank you very much," she replied in the same mild manner. When Hermione had finished glaring at her boyfriend, who had now sunk deep into his seat in the hopes of disappearing, she began to talk.

"Have you considered dropping a class?" Hermione questioned, concerned. "There's no shame in it you know, some people just aren't up to the rigors of having such a full schedule."

"That's the thing!" Ginny wailed, "I'm only taking Defense, Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Charms, Astronomy, Herbology, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies. I'm a natural at Charms, Herbology, and Care of Magical Creatures, so I have no problem there, and actually, I have no problem in my other classes! My grades would rival yours if I was having a good day…and if you were having an exceptionally bad one!" Ginny signed in frustration. "You know what I mean." Hermione nodded in sympathy, understanding Ginny's plight. Hermione then glanced at Harry and Ron, and once she had ascertained that their attention was not focused on her conversation with her friend, she quickly stood and dragged Ginny a few feet away.

"Are you sure that…what I do to relieve tension doesn't work for you?" She whispered covertly as she held Ginny's upper arm.

"Yes," Ginny replied, her head hanging. "Maybe if I wasn't so far gone…" She trailed off. Hermione hesitated, looking around the common room at it's 20 or so occupants, before continuing. She really wasn't the sort of person to share personal details anyway, but Ginny looked so forlorn, Hermione would do anything to help her.

"It's quite a shame, really," the Head Girl sighed, "it really is invigorating, and yet calming at the same time. It has the potential to give you a whole new perspective. However, if that doesn't work there's always…" Hermione became flustered as Ginny looked at her with blatant curiosity. "Uh, well, after Ron and I…you know…I'm very relaxed," Hermione cleared her throat uncomfortably under Ginny's amazed scrutiny.

"Hermione! He's my brother!" The younger girl whispered furiously, tugging her arm out of Hermione's grasp. She most definitely did not need to hear about her brother's sex-life.

"Well! I wasn't suggesting you do it with him!" Hermione whispered back just as furiously, crossing her arms. "And you don't have to go all the way, you really don't even need another person."

"I know that," Ginny bit out, "I'm not a fool." This conversation was just too bizarre; Hermione, of all people, was talking to her about the birds and the bees.

"I wasn't saying you were," Hermione placated. "But-"

"What are you arguing about?" Ron called.

"Just think on it," Hermione muttered through clenched teeth as she smiled at Ron, while she and Ginny walked back to the two boys. "Secret women's business, Ronald, you wouldn't care to know," she said soothingly as she leaned down and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek. "I was on my way over here to say goodnight when I ran into Ginny."

"Oh," Ron finally said, perplexed; Hermione was not big on public displays of affection, and this was the second time in one day. Hermione stacked her books and was about to lift them when Ron offered to help her.

"Yes, thank you; I certainly don't need to be dropping books on people again. That's very considerate of you, Ron," Hermione said sweetly. Ron blushed at the praise and smiled nervously, glancing at Harry when Hermione wasn't looking with a questioning look. Harry responded by shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head, having no more idea of why Hermione was acting so strangely than Ron did. Hermione took a moment to send Ginny an encouraging look before smiling at Ron and leading the way across the common room. Ron hesitated before following his girlfriend. She usually insisted on carrying her own books, no matter how many she had. What in Merlin's name was going on?