Slytherinphoenix7: What's working?!

Padfootz: Aw shucks, you sure know how to compliment a girl!!

Makatochi: We'll see. I love Ron though!!

Elladora: Bahaha!! Go Operation Make Ron Jealous!!

Reina: ME TOO!!

Tabytha: You bribed it?! With what?! Homework is the spawn of Satan.

Miss Corker: But their magic keeps them sane. And you'd be surprised at how easy Ginny finds lying ;) But ew, running to Cho?!

Insufferable-know-it-all: I found him a good choice as well, since I was basically out of canon Ravenclaw's.

Fortunecookiesandplasticwands: Hehe, killing you huh?

Thursday Night, storming (typical), my four poster

Okay. Curtains are drawn. Ginny is safe in her room, for now.

At 7:50, Harry and I snuck out of the Great Hall. Yes, Harry and I. Sneaking. Ah. If only if it weren't to spy on his best friend, but for something far more interesting.

Anyway, I went under the cover that I was going for a walk. And Harry claimed to have a headache. So I went to wait outside the library and he went... somewhere. And he came back with... an invisibility cloak. I'm serious.

"Whoa. Where'd you get that from?"

"It was my dad's." Harry answered. He glanced around to make sure nobody was looking. "Quick."

So Harry and I go under his cloak and sneak (yes, more sneaking!!) into the library and behind a suitable shelve. We have a good range of where we've told Anthony to wait for Hermione under the disguise of it being her favourite table (where he dutifully was waiting, unaware we were eavesdropping).

We sat down. We wait. In comes Hermione.

"Hello Anthony." Hermione beamed. "I think this is a wonderful idea of yours, a study group." She said earnestly. "No one else in my house really cares for studying," Hermione added, "but maybe we could make it fun."

"Yes." Anthony agreed, smiling at her. "Well Ravenclaw's think only about studying, and they think it's a serious matter. Maybe if we can prove it can be fun and..."

"Useful." Hermione chimed in.

"Then we'll win them over." And with a charming smile, Anthony hopped up, and pulled out a chair for Hermione with a flourish. "For you." He said.

I rolled my eyes at Harry. "Wow, he's good." I whispered.

"Yeah," He agreed, "Maybe he actually likes Hermione like that." He's got some old blank piece of parchment in his pocket, I noticed. Weird.

Hermione, blushing, sat down.

"So we'll start here." Anthony had the whole thing planned out on this big map thing. "We find a bunch of students and get them together. It can't clash with Quidditch practice though."

"Oh you know, I was thinking, if we could get the Slytherin's involved, really make the effort..."

I tuned out at this point. Honestly, Anthony and Hermione spent AGES talking about this study group. They're well suited for each other, I tell you.

Harry and I got extremely bored, so Harry grabbed me by the wrist (which I shall never wash again) and dragged me away.

Exit Harry and Ginny.

On the way back to Gryffindor tower, Harry and I decided that we would have Anthony and Hermione meet up a few more times (only without us there, since they bored the hell out of me and presumably Harry) before we would instruct Anthony to ask Hermione out.

Harry got quite enthusiastic by this point.

"We could double date." He suggested, looking pleased.

"What?"

"You and Michael, Cho and I, Anthony and Hermione. Then we can supervise Anthony and Hermione." Harry explained. "Not that they need supervising, but you know what I mean."

"But," Logic saved me. "Then who would make sure Ron saw Hermione and Anthony out? And wouldn't we get rather distracted? If we all go, Ron will stay in his dorm and sulk."

"I suppose..." Harry looked hesitant. "Well maybe another time."

"Yeah, maybe." Over my dead body.

"It would be fun." Harry continued.

"Oh absolutely." About as fun as being poked in the eye by a Dementor.

"And we're all Ravenclaw's and Gryffindor's isn't that funny?"

"Hysterical." Dear god boy, what is wrong with you??

"It would be fun." Harry repeated.

"Yes, it would be."

"We could all go, Cho and I and..."

"You said that before." I reminded him.

"Right. Well. Okay. Bye." Harry blushed and ran away.

I wonder if I scared him?

Friday Evening, windy and overcast, the library

Oh god. I just remembered.

Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade day. Tomorrow I have a date with Michael.

I have just consulted Sophia on this problem.

"Send him a letter." She is shrugging. "And cancel."

"But if I don't make an appearance, we won't be considered a couple by the general public." I protest.

"She means Harry." Madison comments. She has just walked in with Azriel.

"I do not."

"Of course you do."

"Seriously," Sophia insists, "send him a letter now and say you're feeling a beat peaky. Then it won't be a sudden illness."

"Err." I say doubtfully.

"No, really, at least write the letter first. You don't have to send it."

"I'll even write it for you!" Azriel exclaims. She jumps up, grabs parchment, quill and some ink and settles at the foot of my bed on the plush carpet.

All I can hear is the scratching of her quill. Oh wait; she's just passed me the letter, for my seal of approval I suppose.

Michael,

I'm feeling a bit sick at the moment. I don't know if I can make it tomorrow, but we'll see, okay?

Don't owl me back. I am very tired and need my rest.

Thanks in advance,

Ginny

Yeah, whatever. It will do. I'd better go trace it in my own handwriting.

Saturday, very, very early morning, cold, my dormitory

Oh groan. Countdown to date with Michael: six hours, thirty five minutes.

And I absolutely have to go, thanks to Olivia. Nosy little bitch. Went and told Hermione in an all oh-I-am-Ginny's-friend-even-though-she-openly-tells-people-how-she-hates-me voice "did you hear? Ginny's got a date with Michael!!" In a very loud voice nonetheless.

Hermione, like all Gryffindor girls, hates Olivia, but whatever. "Go away." She apparently said, annoyed. "I'm trying to study."

Serves Olivia right. Even Hermione doesn't want to talk to her. That's what she gets for broadcasting things she overhears in our dorm. And she wonders why we don't like her??

According to Hermione, Harry took great interest in this. Well okay that was a lie. He glanced up, and then looked at Ron. "You hear that Ron?"

"No?"

"You deaf?"

"Shut up. What?"

"Ginny has a date with Michael tomorrow."

"Corner." Ron snarled. Fred and George somehow overheard it.

"Gred?"

"Yes Forge?"

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'll get the bludgers."

"Good."

Well it's nice to know that I'll never have to tell anyone in Gryffindor tower again, since my friends, and even my enemies, will do it for me. Hermione at least has stopped messing with my head, under the threat of me telling Ron how she feels about him. Hah. We'll see.

Now, as I've told Harry numerous times, I have a spy network that can get me to Hermione. According to Azriel, who was told by Sophia who was told by Madison who was told by Lavender who was told by Parvati, Hermione received a letter last night from none other then Mr. Anthony Goldstein!!

Mister Harry Potter and Mrs Harry Po.... Um... Miss Ginny Weasley, were not too pleased to hear this. After all, Anthony is supposed to check his letter with us, since we know what Hermione wants to hear. But anyway, Padma did a little wand work and Harry and I each have a duplicate copy of the letter.

I'll stick mine in.

Dear Hermione,

It was fun to meet with you last night. I enjoyed it; we should do it again. Hang out I mean. Or meet, or well, call it what you will.

Anyway, I talked to the other students interested in being in our study group. When they got wind of you being it, they were pretty excited.

"Hermione Granger? As in Miss I-Should-Have-Been-In-Ravenclaw-But-There-Was-A-Terrible-Error?"

Was the general response. I think that's pretty positive. So yeah, well done. You've attracted quite the large study group. I guess they also managed to figure out that Hermione Granger is smart, intelligent, witty, fun to be with and beautiful. It's unfortunate it took me so long to realise this, and I sorely regret it.

Yours sincerely,

Anthony Goldstein

Talk about smooth! Notice how the word yours sort of stands out?Harry raised an eyebrow when he read this letter (my first reaction too). Just for kicks, we showed Ron. He glared at it then stormed out.

Exxxcellent.

Countdown to date with Michael: Six hours, five minutes, eight seconds.

Seven...

Six... five... oh god this is depressing.

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