A/N: Just so this isn't a surprise or anything . . . This is the last chapter of Midnight Mix-Up.


It felt strange to Ginny to have two people staring so intensely at her. It felt strange to Ginny to hear only silence, and it felt strange to Ginny to know that her next words could have possibly a very great impact on the three of them in the room.

It seemed as though the intensity and the silence and the importance would call for an eloquent and organized speech, but at the moment and under such pressure, Ginny was neither.

"All right, so . . . it's like this," she began, regretting how eleven-year-old she sounded. "I mean, let me tell you what I have assessed of the situation." Okay, so now she was forty-two. "Let's just get to the point."

Draco's mouth curved slightly into the smallest of smiles as he watched her struggling to form her thoughts. "You don't have to trouble yourself with an hour-long speech," he said. "We don't mind if you just say, 'I choose Draco,' and be done with it."

Harry frowned at Draco's lightheartedness. "Malfoy, quite honestly, do shut up. The girl's trying to think."

And with that, Harry had decided for Ginny their fates. "Harry's right, Draco," she said, looking straight into his grey snake-scale eyes. "Do shut up." Her neutral facial expression belied her inner laughter.

His mouth uncurled and opened slightly, and he took on a slight drooping posture. He could communicate so much through his body language.

"But after I'm done with what I have to say, you can both have a go, if you'd like. Now, then. To business." The business of my complicated love life. Right. "Well, let's go back to last year, when Harry and I began dating. Harry was, in a word, sweet, even though he had so much on his plate. I couldn't understand how he could juggle everything and be such a good boyfriend, but I accepted it as fact. And so we had some wonderful times together. Stargazing. Degnoming. Dying Easter eggs together.

"But that was spring and summer, and everything faded into autumn, and that's when I think that something changed. Harry got, for lack of a better word, tired. Tired of what? I don't know. School? The prophecy? He wouldn't tell me what caused those bags under his eyes, but we still were having a good time. A great time. We would meet in secret places to chastely fulfill what, ah, teenage lust we could. And that was good.

"And then something . . . something strange happened. To be honest, I don't think it was erroneous mathematics that fooled Harry and Draco into switching rooms. I think perhaps something otherworldly, something divine and supernatural, interfered with our lives that night. At first I responded with revulsion, because Draco was one of those people I just couldn't imagine myself liking.

"And then detention in the forest changed things more. Afterwards, I analyzed my actions and blamed them on lust and this tendency I have to want to help people out. I strive to be helpful to a fault sometimes. I play fixer-upper. There's something about hidden weaknesses that fascinates me, that, I don't know, lures me to an otherwise seemingly strong person.

"Not to mention the fact that Harry had fallen under the spell of Cho. I use 'spell' loosely, because while she pretended to cast a love spell on him, I know that he was and will be inevitably drawn to her, for whatever reason. Fate? Destiny? Any one of those Divination terms could be applied to that situation. But I lost Harry, and in his stead somebody new and unexpected came in. And things changed, and I changed, and this new person changed, and I discovered that not only was it lust and the need to be helpful that was driving me towards Draco, but I also found him to be . . . to be funny. And quirky. And strong, and intelligent, and all the things that Harry was - but in different ways. Ways that maybe fitted me better. I can't describe it, because I don't know what there is to describe.

"So much drama has occurred this year. But I still wouldn't take back a second of it, because it's given me insight into my own self, and also human nature and - and - I don't know, it sounds lame and vague to say 'life,' but that's the only way I can describe it. I'm so awful talking like this, and I'm sorry, but I have to explain this thoroughly so there's no confusion. I just want to make it clear that both Harry and Draco are big parts of my life. I can hear both their voices in my head sometimes, and I have had good times with both. Both of them understand me, maybe in different ways, at different levels, but they both know me well and I know they both love me. But maybe they love me for different reasons.

"I honestly don't understand why Harry and Draco are drawn to me, at this exact point in my life. I can't help thinking that maybe there's some divine purpose behind this all, that it's all 'meant to be,' cliché as it sounds. And I hope I'm following the better path for all of us when I make my choice.

"Harry, I want you to know that I love you. And I treasure all the memories we've collected together, and I know you will still be my friend and confidante. It's unrelated, but I also think that I would probably only be a distraction to you during your training. Now, I don't want you to be heartbroken or whatever for my sake, because - I'm telling you this right now - I'm not worth it. We are friends - good friends, Harry - but I don't feel . . . electricity with you. I'm sorry for whatever I've done, and I know you're sorry for whatever you've done. I've already forgiven you; I ask that you forgive me. This is all in the past. Let us just love each other the best that good friends can."

From the second sentence of her address to him, Harry's face relaxed into resignation. Not weary resignation, as resignation is so often called, but almost relieved resignation. As if he expected this, or even wanted this.

Of course, at "Harry, I want you to know that I love you", Draco's heart began to palpitate out of disbelief and terror, and his jaw unhinged itself nearly to the floor. But at her next words, his heart began to palpitate even more until he was sure that all his flesh was glowing pink with speeding blood, and he had to bite the inside of his lips to keep from smiling and bursting into song. He had a feeling he might begin to tap-dance as well, so he stepped on one foot with the other, knowing full well how utterly ridiculous he must have seemed.

Ginny turned to Draco and ignored his funny expression and wobbling posture. "Draco, I am drawn to you. Even though I've known you for many years less than I've known Harry, I feel . . . I don't know. To quote a Muggle song, our . . . togetherness emanates 'good vibrations.' It feels right to me. So this is what I choose. Who I choose. And I look forward to everything that I could possibly look forward to."

And she smiled and simply gazed at Draco with the eyes of a decisive, confident woman, and he reached out and took her hand in his.

"Thank you for explaining things," was all he managed to say. "I know I'm probably supposed to say something a bit more romantic at this point, but um . . . Quite honestly, with all the drama going on in the Forbidden Forest and the bathrooms and the Quidditch pitch, I was definitely lost on what the heck was happening. But, ah, now I know, so . . . thanks."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Obviously, Draco, you've not seen many chick flicks. You're supposed to kiss the girl and say something stupid, like, 'I think I love you,' or 'Let's spend the rest of our lives together.' Ginny, how could you possibly choose somebody who only says 'Thank you' after you basically tell him you love him?" He said this with a half-smile. Good-naturedly.

"Well," she said, smiling bigger now, "saying 'Thank you' is better than saying something like, 'Actually, I'd hoped you wouldn't choose me' or, 'Excuse me, I'm late for a shaving appointment.' All the same, Harry, thank you for taking this so well."

He cast his eyes down. "I guess I've been getting over you slowly ever since that midnight mix-up. I suppose I knew then that this is how things would turn out." He looked up again. "Ginny, I'll probably see you again, but I'll write and all that. So, take care, love, and good luck. Er, bye, Malfoy. Bear in mind that this doesn't change a bit in the mutual hatred department." He shook Draco's hand, kissed Ginny on the cheek, and left the room.

"Well," said Draco, "for someone who claims to know what to do at moments like these, he's not very adept at it, is he? I mean, 'take care, love'? What's that? He's obviously supposed to lie prostrate on the floor and beg to be taken back. Seriously, he comes all the way back here to try to win you back, and wastes like three hours of my time to explain to you that you're a hottie and he wants you, and then he just leaves like - "

Ginny stopped his screed by grabbing his collar and pulling his face down to her (short) level. "Do you really plan on criticizing Harry's departure, or do you want to engage in something more interesting?"

"Engage me in something more interesting, please," he said as docilely as he could with his face mere centimeters from hers.

And so they kissed. And kissed. And kissed.


It was now fully winter, and the winter snow blanketed the campus. The outdoors looked beautiful, but the imminent exam week was closing in upon Hogwarts students, and their weekend was spent cooped up surrounded by books and parchment.

In the Gryffindor common room, Ginny stared out the window and sighed.

"Look, just two more hours of Herbology, then we can go out and play," Isabelle reasoned.

Doug, who was sitting cross-legged in his pajamas next to Isabelle on the floor, shook his head sadly. "And you call yourself her best friend. Obviously, she's not sighing because she wants to go out and have a snowball fight with us."

Ron rolled his eyes from the couch across the room. "Please don't tell me you're heartsick because you haven't seen him in all of four hours."

Ginny turned from the window and glared at her brother. "Hermione," she called, "please do me a favor and whack him on the head."

A book flew out from behind the ever-present mound of parchment on the corner table and hit Ron dead in the face. "Oh, sorry," came Hermione's voice, not sounding apologetic at all. "I was aiming for the back of your head, but you turned."

He rubbed his nose spitefully. "That hurt! You need to stop throwing things at me, 'Mione. Yesterday, your hairbrush. Today, your Potions book. What next? Crookshanks?"

"I would never throw Crookshanks," the parchment mountain replied haughtily. "And anyway, I'm not the only one who's been throwing things at you. Remember that spoonful of stew a certain sister of yours chucked at your freckly forehead?"

"That was ages ago!" Ginny protested, turning away from the window again.

Isabelle and Doug were giggling at the mere memory.

"Ah, but it hasn't lost its humor, now, has it?" Doug sniggered.

"Maybe, but you two laugh at freakin' - at freakin' Mickey Mouse pancakes!" Ron shot back, by way of a comeback.

"Is that so wrong?" Isabelle questioned innocently. "To be amused by breakfast foods?"

"No, but Ronsie has a point," Hermione said, peering out from behind her schoolwork. "I mean, it's fine to have fun at breakfast or what have you . . . but having a Gryffindor Pancake Decorating Contest? Dipping into the school budget to buy yourselves whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles?"

"So?" said Doug. "What can I say? Maybe I'll work at a pancake place after I graduate."

"There's an ambitious job for you," Ron said mockingly.

"Look, are we studying or not?" Ginny suddenly asked from her seat by the window.

"Whoa," said Isabelle. "Whoa. Yeah, we can if you like, but isn't it much more fun to fight about pancakes?"

"Not really," Ginny replied honestly. "No offense, but I don't share your or Doug's enthusiasm for the wonders of pancakehood."

Hermione tut-tutted and shook her head in pity. "Look, if you want to hang out with Ferret - "

"Draco!"

" - then don't feel as though you have to stay and study for these exams which may very well shape your career and even your entire life," she finished with a frown.

"Really? All right, I'm going to go outside for a bit, then," Ginny said happily, shutting her textbook shut with finality. She disappeared to her room to prepare herself for the cold outside, then waddled out with as much dignity as she could, considering the weight of the clothes on her body. "Bye!" And out the portrait hole she went.

"Now that is a hot outfit," said Doug sarcastically.

"Hey! Better be careful, or else Malfoy might give you a shiner," Isabelle teased.

"I suppose it is handy to have another buff male on hand," Hermione mused.

"Now that Harry's gone?" Ron filled in the blank for her quietly. Doug and Isabelle both looked up from their papers. Harry was rarely talked about in the Gryffindor common room, for some reason. He had begun to send letters to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, and though they were friendly letters, they were frustratingly vague. Ron and Hermione had taken his absence well, although leaning much more heavily on each other now that their middleman was gone. And Ginny - well, Ginny had Draco.

"Do you think Harry would've stayed if Ginny had decided to go back to him and not Malfoy?" Isabelle wondered.

"No," said Ron thoughtfully. "I think he would have done the right thing and prepared himself for the fulfillment of his prophecy."

"Ah, the ever-loyal friend," Hermione said.

"What? Why, what do you think he would have done?"

"I don't doubt his courage or strength of character," she said slowly, "but Ginny meant a lot more to him than he let on."

"How do you know?" Doug asked.

"Well, you could just tell. And we once talked about it, back when they were dating. But I think that Ginny made the right choice, much as it pains me that we have to see more of Ferret-face than we had to before."

Ron sighed. "Who would have thought . . . And they're related!"

"Very distantly," Isabelle reminded him.

"Yeah, but still, it's gross . . . "

"Even so," Doug said with a glad smile, "I think they're happy together."


The blond emerged first from the castle, moving his bundled legs stiffly and peering at the bright world through expensive wraparound sunglasses. "Not too cold," he said loudly through the cloth over his mouth.

"Are you sure? Last time it snowed here, Care of Magical Creatures nearly killed me dead." The redhead stood on tiptoes to peek over his shoulder to observe things herself.

The boy sighed. "Have you learned nothing about boyfriends? Look, I've said it before, and I'll say it again. As an official boyfriend, I am fully capable of keeping you warm."

"What, did you sign a boyfriend contract, or something?"

"Yes, and it was first clause. Are you going to set foot in the snow, or not?"

"I'd actually rather go to the kitch - oof!" Splat. "Draco!" she shrieked after being tossed effortlessly into the powder. "Snow - d-down my shirt - oh, g-goodness! You are d-definitely getting p-payback, my friend - "

He jumped into the snow next to her with a great laugh. "Look, look, I'm swimming! I can do the butterfly stroke, did you know?" He demonstrated.

"Well, aren't you just full o' wonders," she teased, scooping the snow out of her collar and flinging it at him. "What other amazing talents are in your possession?"

"Now that you ask . . . " he began, trying to think of things he was good at. "Well, besides being the evil Potions TA, I can ride a mean toboggan, if I do say so myself."

" . . . You can ride a mean toboggan."

"Yeah, that's right. Do I sense a toboggan-off challenge?"

Ginny threw back her head and laughed into the wintry sun. "Only if you wish to lose!"

"The toboggan-off has begun!" he declared, and stomped through the snow towards the Quidditch supply shack, where he knew some other sports equipment was stored. Ginny, who had found a pair of tennis rackets in her trunk, strapped the rackets to her feet like snowshoes and sped past Draco to the supply shed.

"Cheater!" he yelled weakly. "I've got the gloves, anyway."

Upon arrival at the shed, he twitched his finger twice and produced a skeleton key attached to the fingertip. "Time to see if it works here, too," he mumbled, and thrust it into the shed's lock. It popped open as if by magic - which, he reminded himself, it probably was. The three feet or so of snow that had built up outside the door fell into the shack when the door opened, causing Ginny to grab onto Draco for balance in the sudden tiny avalanche.

He smirked. "Let's leave that until after the toboggan-off, all right, O lusty one? No touchy."

She grinned. "Oh, I see right through your toboggan-off façade. You just want me to roll down a hill with you."

"Of course, because everyone knows that rolling down hills with people is such a lecherous thing to do." He allowed her to hit him in the ribs. "Ow. See any snow stuff in here?"

She pointed to the falling-down sign in the back that read, in hand-printed letters, "SNOW STUFF HERE" with a shaky arrow.

"Right." He stepped through cases of Quidditch equipment to the back of the shed and pulled out two very dusty toboggans. "Want the, uh, two-person one as well?"

She merely smirked back at him, so he brought it.

"You know," he said, struggling to keep up with Ginny's makeshift snowshoes as they climbed a large hill, "you've become quite the smirker."

"I learn from only the best," she replied airily. "Everyone knows that Slytherin is known mostly for its smirks."

"So then what's Gryffindor known for?"

She unstrapped her tennis rackets from her feet, raising her eyebrow coyly at him. "Well, that's for me to know and you to find out."

He snickered and lowered himself into his toboggan. "What is it, then, cake decorating?"

She laughed aloud again and tried to hit him on the head with her toboggan. "No, you moron! I was trying to be innuendo-y!"

"Innuendo-y?"

"Shut up! I'm trying, okay?" He wouldn't stop laughing, so with her foot she pushed his toboggan down the hill.

"Aaaiiiii!" he yelled, right before the toboggan hit a lump in the snow and pitched him into the bushes.

"You all right?" Ginny called out of girlfriendly concern.

But no answer came from the clump of bushes.

"Oi, Draco! You all right? . . . Stop playing around! Draco? Come - aaahhh!" She found herself being attacked by a bear -

or at least by a blond lunatic who was laughing maniacally as they rolled lumpily down the hill together. "Ah-hahahaha! You said you wanted to roll down hills!"

She spat a mouthful of snow at his sunglasses. "You are such an immature two-year-old!"

The hill smoothed out into a flat plane of snow. "I know," he said proudly as they slowed to a stop. "And you love me for it." They were intertwined - that is, limbs and jackets were tangled hopelessly into one large, snow-covered mass. It wasn't quite the romantic hill-rolling scene Ginny had envisioned, but it would have to do.

"You're right," Ginny replied with a rosy-cheeked smile. "It's true. I can't deny it."

He buried his cold face in her neck suddenly, causing her to scream once more, this time at the icy tip of his nose. "Sorry," he said in a muffled voice. "It's just that you looked all warm and cozy."

"What, now I'm keeping you warm?"

"Is this a problem?" He emerged from her hair with a very adorable grin and pulled his sunglasses off, the better to gaze into her beautiful eyes.

Ginny blushed at the look on his face. "I am so glad that I chose you."

"So am I," he murmured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Why did you, anyway?"

"I thought I told you."

"Tell me again. You know how self-absorbed I am."

"Oh, right. Well, Draco, I don't know if you remember, but Harry referred to me every now and then as 'the girl,' which bugged me, but I didn't know why. It kind of occurred to me, in the Room of Requirement, that it irked me because I didn't feel valued enough. Which I know is a selfish thing to say, but the only reason we'd meet at nights is because he always had Quidditch during the day, or studying with Ron and Hermione, or going to secret meetings with Dumbledore and other people. But that's just why I didn't choose Harry. Enough about him.

"I chose you because I felt like I was drawn to you, and I knew that I'd regret it if I chose Harry instead. And you, you know, you've changed a bit since your Amazing Bouncing Ferret days. You can still be the cold and evil Slytherin to the first-years, but I know that you're really this sweet and funny and warm and smart and - well, amazingly hot guy. And I've changed, too. Maybe this is thanks to Mabel, and to you, of course - but more and more, I'm learning not to get so stressed out over things beyond my control."

He took off a glove to stroke her face. She winced at first, expecting an ice-cold hand, but his touch was warm and gentle, albeit a bit callused as boys' hands are. She loved him for it, and leaned her face toward his hand with a sigh.

"Yeah," murmured Draco, "I'm learning to go with the flow as well. I mean, of course there are things I've got to fight for - you, for example - and I've got to work hard at things like school and Quidditch . . . but it's useless to be such a tightwad all the time. It is thanks to you, dearest Ginevra" - kiss on the nose - "that I've been able to loosen up a little. A lot, maybe."

Ginny tightened her arms around his middle, and they just held each other for a few comfortable moments.

Then - "Unless you really want to have a toboggan-off, we should probably go inside," she said into his ear. "You can help me study." Wink.

"What is it with you and innuendo today?" he laughed, helping her to her feet.

She began to walk towards the castle, but he took her hand again. "Wait," he said, "there's something I want to show you."

Her eyebrows arched. "Really. Is it a shiny mineral, perhaps?" asked Ginny hopefully.

"Uhh, if you're asking if I'm giving you precious jewels, no," he replied unsurely. "But I've got something you'll appreciate. Do you trust me?"

"Well, obviously, but - "

" 'Cause we're going into the Forbidden Forest." He looked back to see her face a shade whiter. "Oh, come on, it's midday, and there aren't any teachers out here to catch us. Anyway, it's not far in. Come on."

"All right, but if I get devoured by a - a saber-toothed tiger or something, it'll all be your fault."

"If only we lived a couple thousand years ago so that your threat would be valid. They're extinct, dearest. Hurry up, now, slowpoke. I thought your snowshoes helped."

She rolled her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. "They do. Only they're back on that hill. Come on, tell me where we're going. The Forest creeps me out."

He led her silently down a vaguely familiar path through the thick trees and berry bushes. There wasn't much snow on the Forest floor, because the dense tree branches above collected it all and it melted before it could drop to the ground. She tried to remember where the path led, but all she could recall was that one detention they'd served months ago. But there wasn't anything of interest in the forest then . . .

"Okay, close your eyes," he ordered, and was satisfied when she did so. "You won't trip, the path's pretty smooth here. A little to your left . . . " He led her deeper into the Forest. "Just a bit further . . . Okay - open them."

She opened them and gasped in surprise. "Oh, Draco! This is beautiful!"

For in place of that large patch of gold-spotted toadstools where they'd kissed for the second time, a small field of flowers had inexplicably sprouted, in the middle of winter. Daisies, daffodils, irises, and tulips all smiled at her, and she knelt down to smell the flowers and finger their petals to ensure their authenticity.

"How did you find this?" she asked breathlessly, standing up so she could hug him again.

"I was flying my broomstick over here the other day, and saw it," he answered, "and I thought of you."

"This . . . this is amazing. This is incredible. I hereby declare this to be the Draco and Ginny Flower Field of Love," she announced to the Forest.

He laughed into her hair and swayed with her a bit. "I knew you'd like it."

She kissed him on his left cheek. "Thank you for showing me this. It basically just made my month." She kissed him on his right cheek. "By the way, your nose is still adorably crooked."

He restrained the urge to feel his nose again and kept his hands on Ginny's back. "Yes, well . . . It's a small price to pay for such a treasure as you."

"Flattery gets you nowhere," she chastised him sweetly.

"But what about faulty arithmetic?"

"Well," she considered, "perhaps that's different."

And she kissed him full on his mouth.

So ends the adventure of the midnight mix-up . . . Or should I say, so it begins.


A/N: Oh, yes. You're all jealous of my clinching one-liner right there. "So it begins." coughLOTR ripoffcough I . . . am amazing. Just kidding, but it's still an okay ending line, right?

THANK YOU, ALL MY FABULOUS READERS AND REVIEWERS! I love you all with the love of a thousand puppy dogs!

YES, this is the very, very end of Midnight Mix-Up. I doubt that I'll write a sequel, but maybe. I'm thinking that the plot could be that Draco's working at a store in Diagon Alley and a coworker tries to seduce him, and so he has to choose between this coworker and Ginny . . . Ehhh . . . Once you get past the falling-in-love bit, the rest is kind of boring, cynical as that sounds.

But I digress. I'm glad that I've finally ended this story, nearly two years after I began it. Has it really been that long? I suppose so. You can kind of tell that I've gotten older. I wrote in a more silly, more cliché way back in '03, and these last few chapters are a bit more serious/thoughful, wouldn't you say?

So, thanks for sticking with me. Please forgive me for being such a fickle updater. I'm a horrible excuse for a fanfiction writer who dreams of regular readers. But thank you for reviewing me anyway! All of you! All - as of now - 152 of you! Okay, so maybe more like 50, what with multiple postings. I looked back and someone had once posted the same thing like 15 times. I never deleted any because it boosted my review numbers, mahaha. But still. I'm amazed at you guys.


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