Author's Note: Sorry about the gap, I have been very busy. You may or may not notice this, but I'm starting to delete some of my old stories. That is because (1) I am making room for new/rewritten stories and (2) I do not intend to finish the story. So if you are reading one of my other stories and it is suddenly gone...sorry, but I will not be completing it at

In addition, I rewrote this story because I accidentally wrote a male character as a female character in the original version of this story. Keep that in mind when you are reading.

Thanks so much for the reviews and thanks, as always, to Amber for beta-reading.

Disclaimer: Same as in Chapter 1.

Chapter 12: She Moves In Mysterious Ways

He said nothing. He simply stared at the awkwardly positioned pair, a smirk of amusement on his face.

Draco, pretending that he wasn't embarrassed, let Ginny up, and Ginny, not the slightest bit embarrassed, smoothed down her clothing, smiling flirtatiously at the intruder.

Draco cleared his throat. "Did you want something...Blaise?"

Blaise, smirk still in place, answered coolly. "Yes...I wanted to speak with you." Glancing at Ginny, he added, "I believe this is something you might want me to share in private."

"Well then," Draco said turning to Ginny, "I suppose that is enough wasted energy for the day. Let's try again in a couple of days. Hopefully you'll have come back to yourself by then."

"I doubt it," Ginny said, sauntering towards the exit, "But in any event, I'll see you Wednesday." Ginny threw Draco a meaningful wink as she left. Blaise said nothing for a moment, watching Ginny walk away. When she was gone, Blaise turned to Draco and spoke. "I take it that is the effect of those enchanted chocolates of yours?"

Draco frowned. "How did you know about-"

"It's not important," Blaise cut in urgently, "I was just curious is all."

"I see. Was there anything specific that you wanted?"

Blaise closed the door behind him and came into the quaint lounge.

"I did some checking on the recipe...and the effects. I found something interesting, something I thought you should know."

Draco gave him a bored look. "What makes you think I don't already know whatever important information it is that you are about to share?"

Blaise ignored the look, looking down to examine his nails. "No reason," he said slowly, "It's just that if you did know what I know, you would be "

"Why should I be concerned?"

"Maybe because you're responsible."

"Ginny, excuse me, Ginnine, is a big girl. I'm sure she can take care of herself."

"I guess I made a mistake after all, coming to you." Blaise yawned. "I guess I should have gone to the Weasley boy, instead. I'm certain he'd find all of this very interesting."

Draco glared at him. "Fine, Zabini, I'm listening"

When Zabini didn't say anything after a few moments, Draco asked him what the problem was.

"There's no problem," Zabini said with a smile, "I was just trying to decide how much what I know is worth to you. This information isn't free, you know."

Draco glared at him. "Were you going to charge her brother, as well?"

"Well...yes. And I know he would have paid me."

"Fine." Draco exhaled forcefully. "Name your price."

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If Ginny had planned any future mischief, carrying it out was not going to be easy. Ron had virtually attached himself to her hip, seeing her to all her classes. He went out of his way to make sure she did not do anything that she would not ordinarily do. No matter how much she yelled or cursed, Ron was not backing off. He had had it with "Ginnine" and wanted Ginny back. He could not wait for Hermione to figure out what was wrong with her. Try as he might, Ron knew that he and Harry could not be everywhere. It would only be a matter of time before she did irreparable damage to herself or someone else.

At the Great Hall, the trio's usual sitting space had become crowded with an unusual amount of males, not that this did the hopefuls any good. Ron and Harry had seated themselves on both sides of Ginny. Ron had promised whoever even thought of saying anything to Ginny the beating of their life. Taking his word for it, most of the younger males could only adore Ginny from afar.

"Listen Ron," Ginny said sweetly, "I know I've been a bint, but really, aren't you overdoing it?"

"One letter wrong, three letters right, two letters short," Ron replied, "and no I don't. If you'd behave then perhaps I'd trust you out of my sight."

"Well, you must get tired of watching me all of the time," Ginny offered, "You think you can keep this up all year?"

Ron pondered for a few moments, "If necessary," he said decisively.

"But what if you have other things to do," said Ginny, "I can't go with you everywhere, you know."

"And you're point is," asked Ron, staring down some fifth year whose eyes were on a part of Ginny's body they weren't supposed to be.

"Why not get Harry to watch me some of the time?" Ginny suggested cheerfully, "and maybe, if you'd let up a bit, I wouldn't try to sneak away." Harry gave Ron a pleading look. He did not want to be anywhere alone with Ginny, not in her condition. He didn't quite trust himself.

Ron looked to Hermione, who had been reading indifferently across from them. "Herm," he asked, "Do you think you could help?" "Yeah, why don't we simply divide it up," suggested Harry.

Ginny frowned. So much for alone time with Harry. "We've got to be going," Ron said, "so, who walks her to her next class first?" Ron asked. Ginny stood, stretching. The majority of the males at the table stood as well.

"Sit!" ordered Ron, and the boys, some slower than others, sat back down. "I'll walk her first," said Hermione, "Of the three of us, I'm the one she's least likely to try and sneak away from."

Ginny smiled at Harry, both knowing this was not entirely true. As Hermione grabbed Ginny's hand to lead her away, she was shocked by how warm she felt. Ginny didn't feel any warmer than the day she collapsed, so Hermione didn't say anything. She did personally resolve to finish her studies early so that she could get back to the Library and find out what was causing the change in Ginny. She felt that if she didn't, things were only going to get worse.

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That night, Ginny couldn't sleep. She felt as if her body was on fire. She whimpered as she staggered to her feet. She was still in her nightclothes and had not bothered to dress.

"Too hot," she whispered. The coolness of the hallway that she found her way to did little to comfort her. 'So...hot...burning up.'

Ginny had begun to pull off her nightclothes. She managed to have stripped to her bra and underwear by the time she reached outdoors. By that time, she was gasping for air. It felt too hot to breathe. Ginny found herself desperately removing her underwear. Despite the almost sleepwalker-daze that she was under, she feared that she'd burst into flames at any moment. Ginny staggered to the lake, wading in slowly. The water seemed to bubble around her for a moment, but was finally still.

"Better," murmured Ginny as her body began to cool.

After a couple of minutes, she crawled onto the damp grass. Ginny then fell into a contented sleep.

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Harry found himself waking up from a rather disturbing nightmare. In his dream, Ginny was burning alive. It seemed ridiculous to do so, but Harry felt the need to go check and see if Ginny was all right. He even tempted to rouse Ron, but the poor boy hadn't been sleeping well. Waking Ron, after he had finally gotten off to sleep, just didn't seem right.

Knowing it would be inappropriate to visit the girl's dorm in just his undergarments, he reached for his clothing. Harry entered the common room, just in time to watch Ginny leaving. By the time he exited behind her, she was already out of sight. "Too hot," he had heard her moan.

He followed the echo of her voice down the dark halls. When by the time Harry arrived outside, Harry had picked up Ginny's nightgown and her underwear, knowing that she would most certainly want them back. The trail of discarded clothes led Harry to a rather disturbing sight. There lay Ginny on the grass, naked, looking as if death had come for her in the night.

Quickly covering Ginny with her nightgown, Harry went to lift her up and carry her back to bed. "No," came a firm response. Harry looked down and saw that Ginny was conscious and looking him over rather appreciatively. "I'm not going anywhere," she said slyly, "and neither are you, Harry Potter."

Author's Endnote: Hmm, I guess Harry has gotten himself into trouble. I wonder what happens next...

Thanks for reading! Hopefully, I'll be updating in another day or two. I made quite a few modifications to this chapter, since I accidentally wrote Blaise as a girl when he is in fact a boy. Sorry if this is confusing to or has confused anyone. Ciao, until the next update!

BP