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A/N: A couple weeks ago I injured my thumb in PE (playing, ugh, European Handball, the spawn game of Satan) and now when I type I seem to miss a few keys. Odd. But anyway. Just a warning, in case. By the way, sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy. . and now I'm back at school! SOB!

Monday Night, cold and windy, serving detention in the hospital wing

I'm on a break. Ugh. Madam Pomfrey took mercy on me when I explained what really happened. Actually, I didn't even explain. I was accompanied by my friends and my stalker (AKA Colin) to explain the story.

She is being very sympathetic on my unfair detention. I get breaks after every bedpan. Lucky me, right? Of course, if I were here, I would let me off detention completely. But whatever. We can't all win.

Tuesday Afternoon, raining, Defence Against the Dark Arts

This can hardly be called Defence against the Dark Arts. This is more like... sitting in a Dark Arts classroom. If a death eater jumped through the window right now, all we'd be able to do is wave our Defence text books at him.

Hermione and Ron were playing footsy at lunchtime. Gross. Hermione said she wants to speak to me. Oh great. I can't wait. Can you just see the excitement all over my face?

Harry has also started a defence group. I might go along and have a look. I dunno. Ron might find it a little weird. I don't know how he feels about me crushing on Harry.

Then again, it's not like he didn't know before. I was in love with him (blatantly obviously) in love with him in first year.

And still am, of course.

Even at 10 years old I had good taste. I knew from the moment I saw him when we were waving goodbye to Ron.

Anyway, I'd better stop. I might start drooling. Not a good picture to say the least.

Tuesday afternoon, raining, kitchens

Just getting a snack from the house elves. Hermione would be appalled.

She approached me just after Defence.

"I know you set me up."

"Why hello to you to Hermione!" I remarked, cheerful. "And how was your day? Good I hope? How's Ron? I'm sure you'd know. He is your snogging partner after all."

She blushed. "Shut up Ginny. Don't change the subject. And we're not..."

"You haven't snogged yet?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well... no. We've kissed. But no snogging."

"Thank god for that. Ew, imagine Ron's tongue in your mouth." I said, horrified.

Hermione snorted. "I have."

"Why thankyou for sharing that gem of information with me Hermione!! Listen, just drag him into a broom closet and get it over with. God it's not that hard and you've been in love for practically forever."

Hermione scowled. "How long did you go out with Michael? Did you snog? Hug? Kiss? Hold hands?? Even meet in person?"

"Shut up. So what makes you assume I set you up? Did Harry tell you?"

"No. Ron and I figured it out on our own."

"Ron and you? Ron? Figured something out?"

Hermione hit me on the arm. "Stop making fun of my boyfriend." She said in annoyance.

We reached the Fat Lady and Hermione said the password. We strolled into the empty common room.

"Well there was obviously a reason for you to record us. I'm not stupid."

"I'm glad you said I'm. Rather then we. Or Ron and I."

"Shut UP Ginny!!"

I smirked.

"Anyway, let me do something to return the favour."

"Return the favour? What are you going to do, set me up with Krum?" I scoffed.

"His name is Viktor." Hermione said in annoyance.

"Oh who cares? Anyway, I don't want any favours."

"Hmm... whatever. I'll be busy for the next few weeks that's for sure."

"What on?" I asked suspiciously. "The DA?"

"Oh yes, the DA. Right. Um. Okay. I'll just... go now."

"Is it the DA?"

"Yes the uh, DA. Of course it's the DA, what else would it be?"

I shook my head. "You are a terrible liar Hermione Granger. Anyway, go find Ron and snog him senseless, you're just babbling."

Tuesday Night, raining, my dormitory

Oh. My. Merlin.

She took me seriously. I was heading back from dinner with Harry (Hermione and Ron had disappeared, Madison had to research an assignment she'd left to the last minute, Sophia was serving detention and Azriel was hanging out with a group of very hot Hufflepuff males) when I saw the perfect opportunity. No kidding.

Mrs. Norris was prowling next to a broom closet.

"Ginny..." Harry said in a low voice. "Do you see...? Mrs. Norris... broom closet..."

"Oh yes I see." I said with an evil laugh. "Should we?"

"I think it's our duty to Ms Weasley." Harry said, pretending to be solemn.

"You're absolutely right Mr Potter. The entire population of Hogwarts who are out where they shouldn't be are depending on us." I said in agreement. "Would you like to do the honours?"

Mrs. Norris glanced suspiciously at us but didn't stop her prowling.

"No, no, you."

I stepped forward quickly. Harry grabbed the handle of the broom closet and flung it open while I started to coax Mrs. Norris to go inside.

To our horror, Hermione and Ron were snogging. Full on snogging. IT was so, so wrong. And Ron had his hand on Hermione's thigh!! For god's sake!!

"Ugh!" I screamed when I saw them. The two jumped apart and Hermione, blushing, smoothed her hair.

"Harry! Ginny! What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to look dignified.

"Well Ms Prefect we were about to shove Mrs. Norris in a broom closet." Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

"Only we found it already occupied. Shame." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"We'll leave you alone now." Harry said, nodding very seriously. "Come on Ginny. Maybe there's an empty potions cupboard Mrs. Norris can reside in, instead."

"I did like the idea of the broom closet." I replied solemnly.

"Yeah, what a pity." Harry agreed.

"Uh..." Hermione scrambled around, trying to get up. "Harry, Ginny, wait!"

There was a bit more scuffling and a muffled protest. I turned just in time to see Ron drag Hermione back into the closet.

"That wasn't something I needed to see." I commented disdainfully.

Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Hermione is like my sister."

"She's like your sister. Ron IS my brother." I said in disgust.

"That is so wrong."

"I hope I never see it again."

"What were we thinking?"

"What will we do?"

"Maybe nothing?"

"Yeah. We did work pretty hard for that."

"What? To see them make out in a broom closet and miss out on a perfect opportunity to pay Mrs. Norris back?"

"I'm starting to see your point of view."

A/N 2: My usual "You gotta review my story or else I'll kick your ass and steal your socks" time slot. Yeah. You gotta review my story or else I'll kick your ass and steal your socks.

Some Ron/Hermione for Ron/Hermione fans. And next chapter way more Harry/Ginny.