Author's Notes: This chapter was long overdue, but by way of apology, I've been working more on Analyze This. I'll try and work the two together without leaving one for the other next time. I've also decided on most likely continuing the story before Book 5 ever happened because that was the way I planned it. If ever I decide to change that, I'll say otherwise. Thanks for your patience!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They're J.K. Rowling's.

Miss Cellophane

Ginny was thinking what a failure she was in between raspy breaths; the Trio would never have been captured by the very people they intended to spy on.

'I was so stupid! Instead of acting like an idiot when I saw the portrait, I could have coaxed him into letting me inside the Common Room,' she thought, not realizing how far-fetched that scheme would be. Salazar Slytherin would never let a Gryffindor into his territory.

As thoughts ricocheted inside of her head, Ginny didn't notice her captor bending down to tell her something, until his mouth was at her ear.

In a thin whisper he said, "I'm going to let you go, and I don't want you to scream. Do you understand?"

With only a second's hesitation, Ginny nodded emphatically. When he let her go, she would whip around, take out her wand, and curse him. She didn't bother to think about Crabbe or Goyle; they didn't present much of a danger magically, and she could quickly outrun them.

Achingly slow, the boy took his hand from her mouth.

Gathering a deep breath, Ginny flipped around with a war-like cry, wand out, and prepared to shout, "Immobiliarbus!" However, she didn't get to even pronounce the first syllable when she saw the three faces. The hex died on her lips as a new feeling possessed her.

Looking at her 'captor' with eyes as big as bludgers, Ginny managed to croak, "Harry!"

She didn't know which feelings were worse: her previous one of indescribable fright, or the one she was feeling now: indescribable stupidity.

"Proceed to tell us, Ginevra Weasley, why Harry, Hermione, and I found you stooping outside the Slytherin House portrait."

Ron paced back and forth in front of Ginny, his eyes never leaving her rigid figure. His glare was reminiscent of her mother's and Ginny found herself unwillingly cowering from his gaze.

"W-well, you see…" Ginny's voice drifted off. What was she going to tell them?

She looked around at Hermione, hoping to find that the Head Girl would lend a hand. Hermione only looked away in bewilderment, clearly telling Ginny without words that there was no help to be found there. Daring a look at Harry, Ginny was surprised to see that he was staring at her intently, also awaiting her answer; and he looked none too pleased.

"Ginny, what were you doing?" Ron had stopped pacing and was now looking head on at his sister who was currently looking down at her lap.

Ginny took a breath. "I don't know…" she voiced quietly. It was a stupid answer, she knew, but Ginny doubted that it was the time to tell them she wished to help with their crusade in solving Mr. Tinelle's frame up; she had just proven herself a failure in the art of espionage.

"What d'you mean, 'I don't know'?" Ron mimicked. He sat down in front of her and clapped his hands together. "You mean to say that you were just wandering around late at night, because you miraculously forgot your way to Gryffindor Tower, and then ended up at the entrance to the Slytherin dormitories?"

Ginny sat up straighter. "No, Ron, I don't mean to say that."

"Well then how in bloody hell did you manage to get there?!"

"How did you manage?!" Ginny yelled back. Ron turned an unpleasant shade of purple and Harry sat up startled.

"That doesn't matter! We can take care of ourselves –"

"And I can't?" Ginny interrupted.

"Ginny," Harry said patronizingly, "we felled you down like a tree in the middle of corridor."

"After I gave you quite a chase," Ginny retorted.

"Oh," Ron sang sarcastically, putting his hand over his heart. "Yes and you were such an opponent – wandless, arms trapped to your sides and all." He dropped the act. "Can you imagine what would have happened had it actually been someone else? Someone who could do you harm...someone –"

"Someone like Malfoy?" Ginny knew she had him.

Ron ceased his ranting and gave Ginny a scathing look. "Have you been spying on us?"

"Is there anything I should be spying on?" Ginny replied silkily.

"Ginny! What –"

"Ron…" Hermione said warningly, looking nervously toward the steps leading to the dorms. "Calm down; you don't want to wake everyone up."

"I don't care!"

Hermione gave him a harsh look.

"Maybe you should, Ron." That came from Harry. "We don't know who could be listening, and unless you want anyone to know that we were all –" Harry ended his sentence abruptly just as Hermione glared at him.

Ginny caught on.

"Don't want anyone to know that you were all what?" she said slyly.

"Nothing," he said too quickly.

"I know something's going on –" Ginny pushed.

"It's none of your business!" Ron yelled getting to his feet.

"Don't yell at me!" Ginny replied, to angry to realize that she was shouting just as loudly.

"I have a right to be angry with you, Ginny! It seems that without proper looking after, you don't think, and end up in situations which could have been avoided with the use of good sense." Using another tactic he said, "I highly doubt that Mum would even be as fair as to let you explain yourself as I am now" – Ginny snorted – "but what do you think Ginny? What would Mum say?" Ron expected Ginny to shrink back, but was surprised when she shot back quickly,

"I suppose she would wonder why you" – Ginny thrust her finger at Ron – "were skulking around the Slytherin dormitories as well! I think that she'd find it interesting to know that I saw you coming out of their common room!"

Ginny couldn't remember Ron looking as menacingly at her as he was just then. Sensing his ire, Hermione stood and placed her hand on his shoulder. He took a calming breath.

"That is completely…completely –" he stuttered in his effort to find words, shoving his hand through his hair as if making to pull it out.

"It's completely irrelevant, is what he means to say," Hermione said, finishing for him.

Ginny couldn't resist giving the older girl a glare. "He was the one that mentioned blabbing off to Mum in the first place."

"The point is, Ginny, that you've just as much as admitted to roaming around a place you shouldn't be," Harry said, getting back on track.

"Exactly," Ron added unnecessarily. "And I still want to know why."

Ginny looked all around her, first at Hermione, then Harry, and then at Ron. Keeping her eyes on his she said steadily, "I want to help you."

The three seventh years looked almost comically flabbergasted.

"Excuse me? " Ron said slowly, after a pause.

Ginny titled her chin higher. "You see, " she began in a tone not unlike Hermione's, "I've figured out that you three are trying to figure out who framed Mr. Tinelle, and that you suspect Draco Malfoy of knowing something. That's why you were in the Slytherin common room; most likely you were trying to dig up dirt on Malfoy."

A light came into her eye. "I suppose that you must have used Polyjuice Potion to get inside like in your second year – well, without the cat incident and all" – Hermione blanched – "I didn't really understand why you'd pay more attention to this case than any other, but I snooped around a bit anyway. I mean, there are loads of Death Eater attacks on witches and wizards who don't support the Dark lately," she said this more to herself than to the three astonished people in front of her. "I was thinking that it could be because we knew Mr. Tinelle that you showed specific interest, but now I think you three know something I've yet to decipher. You can always fill me in later, of course. Or should we –"

"No! There is no we! " Ron bellowed, ending Ginny's rant. She seemed to snap back to reality. "And I don't know what…what you're talking about! " He was obviously lying.

"Ginny, Ron's right," said Harry, agreeing with Ron although he wasn't supposed to have any idea of what Ginny was talking about. "Whatever we do has nothing to do with you; and we don't want to be followed." His green eyes were very serious.

"But I can help!"

"We'll owl if we need a walking liability," he finished rudely.

Ginny's jaw set hurtfully, but Ron said nothing in her defense. "I don't want to talk about this anymore; go to bed."

He waited at the foot of the stairs for Ginny to go. She sat on the chair for a minute longer, trying to defy his treatment of her, but then she got up and walked defeated in between Harry and Hermione, not looking at them. Her own brother was waiting for her to go to her room, as if he expected her to dash out as soon as he was gone.

Holding her chin high and defiant, Ginny ascended the stairs and made for her room.

She slowly took off her shoes and robes; waiting to hear the other three come up to bed. Sliding under the linen sheets Ginny heard the door to her room creak open and she shut her eyes quickly, but let them crack open a bit. It was Hermione checking in on her.

The redhead felt her eyes tear with indignation, but resisted the urge to sit up and have another row with the older girl.

It took a while to get to sleep, but Ginny eventually managed; her last thought being, 'I guess I'll have to solve this on my own.'

The next day at breakfast Ginny sat in between Colin and Neville, and eyed the Trio cagily.

Hermione was the only one who had acknowledged her presence with a subdued, "Morning." Obviously the boys were still miffed at her, and were planning on being as exclusive and immature to expand on that.

As Ginny grabbed a few slices of toast, determined not to let her hurt show, Colin spoke to her quietly.

"What's wrong? "

Ginny shrugged her shoulders and looked for the eggs. She began to reach for them, but when she saw that she'd have to ask Harry to pass it over; she let her arm fall and settled for just the toast.

"Nothing."

She didn't volunteer any more information. All the same Colin noticed the tension, and plodded on.

"Okay," he said hesitantly as Ginny ate her breakfast, pointedly looking away from her brother and his friends. "Okay, fine. What did you get up to last night?"

Ginny knocked her elbow painfully into the table and grimacing, caught her brother's eye, who had obviously heard Colin's question. Ron was continuously sneaking glances at her and Colin, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Sorry?" she wheezed, trying to appear distracted by the already diminishing pain in her arm.

"You know what I mean," Colin continued, a little too loudly for Ginny's taste. "You were jumpy all evening. And then when Neville mentioned that Ron, Harry and Hermione had potions, and had been heading near the Slytherin dorms, you –"

"Oooh!" Ginny said loudly, effectively ending Colin's recitation of the previous night's events. "Er, I went… " She dodged Ron's eyes. "I went to the Common Room, " she answered.

Whoever said he meant Gryffindor Common Room?

"Neville talking about Potions reminded me that if I wanted to do well on the upcoming test, I'd have to get a head start. Sometimes, you just have to do things alone."

Ginny could see Ron stiffen from the corner of her eye and ignoring him, munched happily on her toast.

"Charms is first on the agenda…" Colin said distractedly to Ginny, on their way to the Common Room after breakfast. He was looking at his timetable and trying to figure out where they would be headed first.

"After that we have Defense, and then I have Arithmancy, while you clean out your inner-eye," Ginny said walking up to the Fat Lady.

"Leo Fortis," Colin said to the portrait, and she swung open. "Ginny, it's very important to See the future; lives might be saved by my persistent strife in the art of Divination."

"Or maybe," Ginny said to Colin, picking up various books for her courses, "you wanted to continue 'the strife' to take as many easy courses as you can."

She skipped down the steps in front of him and smiled at his innocent face. Colin opened the portrait for Ginny, and slung his arm around her on their way to Flitwick's classroom. Weaving their way between other students on their own way to class he said,

"You've seen right through my plan, what shall I do? " He gave her a crooked smile.

Ginny opened her mouth to respond, when a voice that was not her own answered Colin.

"She'll detach herself from this all too open display of underclass mating and return my paper to me."

Draco stood in front of Ginny whose previous smile dropped rapidly.

"We were talking, Malfoy, " Colin said. Draco looked at the photographer distastefully; trying – and succeeding – to emphasize the three inch height difference between them.

Draco smirked. "Oh, I'm sure you were." He stepped in between Colin and Ginny, breaking the friendly embrace and pushing Colin behind him.

Colin was brave enough as Gryffindors go, but he lacked the gumption to stand up to a Slytherin and merely stood back. No other students were in the hallway, and though he would never admit it, he did not want to go toe-to-toe with Draco Malfoy in an empty corridor.

Draco stood fully in front of Ginny, who managed not to look intimidated despite the fact that the height difference between herself and Draco was laughable.

"I'm sure you heard me, Weasley; I want my paper back."

Ginny clenched her fists and retorted, "And I'm sure that I'm not your dog. Don't order me around; I'll get your newspaper later."

Of course she wasn't going to run up and down the stairs just to please him, but she also wanted to scour it for more clues.

"If you'll excuse us…" Ginny maneuvered around Draco and grabbed her friend's arm, "We have a class to attend."

Draco eyed Ginny and grabbed the sleeve of her robe lightly. "Just as long as you remember to return what's mine." His slate eyes were peering into her brown ones; Colin stood behind Ginny, forgotten once again.

Ginny was momentarily at a loss for words as she stood under Draco's disconcerting gaze. Wanting to avoid it, she looked down and where his fingers met the shabby material of her robe.

She examined the pale, smooth skin and the long, slender fingers. They were manicured, but still had a very masculine look; they even looked soft…

Realizing that Ginny was looking at his hands just as a distraction from looking into his eyes, Draco rubbed the material in his fingers in a circular motion, tugging on the robes slightly. He was still looking down on Ginny with a playful, yet cruel smile on his lips. He let his little finger drop onto her wrist, just brushing it.

Startled, Ginny looked up; Colin abruptly snatched her arm away from the blond seventh year who was still smiling. As if just realizing that she had let her enemy play with her clothes, Ginny unnecessarily pulled her arm further away and moved back.

"Are you okay?" Colin asked worriedly, shooting Draco a quick and angry glance.

"Of course," Ginny answered, gaining composure. "Let's go. We're late." Sparing Draco one last hard look, she turned with Colin who was practically dragging her by the hand.

Draco stood in the corridor a little longer; watching Colin drag Ginny away with immense distaste in the pit of his stomach, and after a few more moments went his own way.

"The Pendragon Charm allows a witch or wizard to choose the amount of time the subject sleeps for. Depending on the gravity of your charm, your opponent may sleep for a few minutes, or a few hours. You all will practice putting each other to sleep for only one to five seconds. Remember to use the correct unit of time! If there is any difficulty, please consult me. Get to work! " Professor Flitwick squeaked from the top of his books.

Colin turned to Ginny. "Yes…it's very simple that I might knock you out for a few days."

"Never mind that," Ginny insisted, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Do you want to go first?"

Ginny and Colin discussed who should be the first to undergo the Pendragon Charm. Although they had been running late because of their run-in with Draco in the hallway, Professor Flitwick had not noticed, as he had been setting pillows around the room.

When someone was under the influence of the charm, they slept while standing, but if they were asleep longer than a few seconds, they might fall. Hence the pillows.

"I'll put you under first, " Colin said finally, raising his wand.

Ginny shrugged. "Okay."

Colin swept his wand to the right, brought it down, and flicked. "Dormiduae," he said.

Ginny's eyes closed, and she stood still, seemingly unconscious for two seconds. After the time was up, her brown eyes flickered open and she asked, "Did it work?"

"Like a charm," Colin responded jokingly.

Ginny grinned and rolled her eyes. "Very funny, Colin. It's your turn." Wanting Colin to sleep for three seconds, Ginny followed the same movements, but instead chanted, "Dormitria."

After three seconds Colin awoke. "Professor Flitwick didn't tell us that after we woke up we wouldn't realize that we were spelled."

The redhead shook looked thoughtful. "I suppose it'll be some sort of question for tonight's homework." Wanting to talk, Colin decided to put the charm on Ginny for only one second.

"Dormiuna." Because the charm was only put on her for a short time, it seemed like Ginny had blinked and woken back up. "I just hope he doesn't give us an essay or some such nonsense," Colin said.

"This year is N.E.W.T. preparation, Colin," said Ginny. "I'm betting that we'll get an essay at least two feet long asking us about this charm and possible side effects."

Colin groaned. "I know we still have one year left of school after this, but I was hoping to land a job with the Prophet. I need to start getting serious –" Ginny interrupted with a snort.

"More serious?" she raised an eyebrow and flicked her wand around absently so it seemed like she was working. "Is that why you've had your nose in the papers since the first day back?"

Colin nodded. "See, I suppose I'm an all right photographer. But there's no way I'll improve without studying the work of already accomplished wizards and witches."

Ginny looked at him in understanding. "So you want to see if you can produce the same sort of work? Mimic them a bit?"

"Sort of," said Colin. "I want to imitate their styles and then create new ones; that'll take time. I'll have to take pictures and develop them. Then I'll have to look them over and –"

"All that will take a while," Ginny finished.

"Exactly." Colin also moved his wand about; Flitwick was coming closer.

One Gryffindor dropped her wand and let out a distressed moan of, "Sorry!" to Professor Flitwick whom she had put to sleep accidentally. Two seconds later the little wizard popped up and patted the girl on the shoulder. "Er…added to tonight's homework I want you to practice precise aiming for fifteen minutes." Knowing that she got off easy, the girl nodded exuberantly with a small, "Yes Professor Flitwick!"

"Poor Butterfingers," Colin said looking at the girl who resumed the lesson with renewed vigor.

"Be nice, Colin!" reproached Ginny, although she also felt the same. Mavis Butters earned her nickname on a daily basis by being a sort of sixth-year Neville. As was the case with Neville, Mavis "Butterfingers" was not inept, but epically clumsy.

"Mr. Creevey…" said the Charms instructor now at Colin's elbow.

"Erm, right," said Colin performing the charm. Like clockwork Ginny closed her eyes and then opened them three seconds later.

"Very good! Miss Weasley?" Ginny did the same and also received praise. Flitwick ran up to the front of the room and waited for all of the spells to end.

"There are only about five minutes left, so I would like to give you your assignments. Two rolls of parchment on the Pendragon Charm and other charms that are related to it. Then I would like all of you to think about what the incantation for a minute-long and hour-long Pendragon Charm would be, and the possible problems that one would encounter. All the students I told to do further practice please do! Your N.E.W.T.S. are next year…"

The tiny man's words were drowned out by grumbles and groans, although the young witches and wizards dutifully wrote their assignments down.

"Class dismissed!"

Colin and Ginny headed outside for break amongst groups of other students leaving other classes.

"Well, as for your little predicament, I don't see how you're going to juggle developing pictures and all of this work at the same time unless you keep using your spare time," she told him while plucking the grass.

He shrugged.

"You should be glad," Ginny continued, pushing a strand of hair back, "that you don't have schoolwork, Quidditch practice, and NEWT's all heaped together like some seventh-years do."

"If you mean your brother's group, don't forget Hermione's efforts with spew," said Colin laughingly.

Though Ginny had respect for Hermione's organization, she had not yet forgotten their argument the previous night. "Or if you're my brother and Hermione, finding some quality time together."

Colin laughed again. "I don't think that'll be a problem."

"Fine then. Well, what if you were Harry? Finding time for Quidditch, exams, loads of work, dodging best friends when they're snogging, and - and Voldemort," she finished.

Colin put an arm around Ginny. "Don't worry about that. The three of them always find a way to come out on top."

"If they weren't so stubborn, it wouldn't have to be just 'the three of them!'" Ginny protested.

"Well, you know how it is…" Colin said awkwardly.

He had never really had the stomach for adventure as Ginny did. With the addition of being Muggle-born, Colin had no desire to get involved with joining the Trio. It might risk his family becoming targeted.

"No, I don't. Ron and I aren't getting on right now, but I'm sure that he'll need my expertise any day," the redhead said confidently. "As a matter of fact, I developed a theory last night –"

"I thought you were doing Potions," Colin said a bit suspiciously.

"I mean, right before bed," she said quickly. "When I was putting on my nightdress."

"Okay," he said slowly. "Anyway, we'd best get going. Muggle Studies waits."

Ginny nodded and got up, eager for once to get off the subject.

Ginny ran down the steps hurriedly.

She had caught Draco's eye in the hallway between classes and he mouthed "Lunch" to her. Unsure of whether he meant that he wanted the paper before or after, Ginny decided to get it in advance. She wandered down the hallways peeking in classrooms to see where he would be.

"I don't know why he told me to meet him if he's not going to show," she said to herself. "Some people have no manners." Ginny looked into the Charms room she had occupied earlier when a hand grabbed her inside.

Throwing the paper, Ginny reached for her wand and spun around, pointing it at the person's face.

She narrowed her eyes. "Only you, Malfoy, would be so charming as to grab me into a deserted classroom without a word." Her wand was pointed at his forehead, but his wand was at hers, and he still held her left wrist.

"You took long enough," said Draco. "Why be polite?"

Ginny snatched her hand back and went to pick up his Daily Prophet.

"I'm surprised you didn't scream this time," the blond boy said nonchalantly.

Slapping the paper into his chest, Ginny said, "I was unprepared last time," and walked out of the classroom.

Then she hurried back.

"What do you mean, 'this time'?" she asked, not liking the smirk forming on his face.

"Well last time," he said sitting in a chair. "You made such a fuss what with running down the hall and then screaming your head off. Or didn't you think I'd know about your late-night jaunt to my common room?"

Ginny was speechless. She was torn between hastily denying it and running back out of the room, or staying and acting like she could care less that he found out.

She settled for a neutral ground. Ginny slid a chair a chair over and placed it a comfortable distance away from his own.

"How would you know anything about where I was last night?"

The classroom was quiet; there pillows were still out, but in a much more orderly fashion.

"Do you think that Salazar Slytherin would tell a horde of Gryffindor that there was another Gryffindor in their midst?" he scoffed.

"I don't understand. Slytherin was talking to my brother, Harry and Hermione –"

"So you were there," Draco said looking very pleased.

Ginny reddened but rejoined, "You already guessed that, Malfoy."

"I just wanted to hear it from your lips, Weasley," said Draco, shrugging. "It's not often a noble Gryff admits to wrongdoing. Especially one in Potter's crowd."

"That doesn't help any," Ginny protested.

"Must I spell it out for you?" he said incredulously. Ginny opened her mouth to retort, but Draco cut her off. "I guess I will. Slytherin was talking to me." Ginny looked even more confused.

"And you fancied yourself a detective," he sneered.

Once more Ginny was shocked. "How do you know about that?"

Draco stood and walked around the room. "I've been doing some investigating, myself."

"Have you been spying on me?!" Ginny jumped up. Draco turned a bit red.

"Isn't the pot calling the kettle black?" he said nastily. Ginny's mouth (which had been open for the past few minutes) shut. She stood awkwardly for a moment and was about to leave when she realized something. As disconcerting as it was to talk to Draco Malfoy for this long and have him know all of these things about her, she needed answers to old and new questions, and for some reason he seemed willing to give them to her.

"I knew you wouldn't leave," he said.

Ginny crossed the room to a shelf and stared at it. "Let me think."

He smiled crookedly. "Whatever you wish."

Ginny's mind was working furiously.

'Slytherin was talking to Malfoy… That meant Malfoy was outside of his common room, because the portrait hadn't opened yet…No, wait, it had opened… so he could have been coming out of the Common Room…But wouldn't it be difficult to come out of the portrait hole at the same time as the Trio without touching one of them?'

Ginny ceased ruminating momentarily and turned to ask Draco a question, when she found him alarmingly right behind her.

"Oh!" Ginny jumped.

"Problem?" he asked, very aware of why Ginny was startled. He knew that she would want to seem unaffected, though, and would not create more space between them even if it made her more comfortable.

"No! Just well you're – do you have an Invisibility Cloak?"

"Yes."

"Good…" Ginny tapped her lip as she thought even more. "By any chance, were you sneaking into your Common Room?"

"Well done, Weasley," said Draco. "Although it took you long enough."

Ginny glared.

"It was very late at night when all of this happened – after curfew to be exact. I was out of the dormitory and didn't want to be caught, so I made sure to bring my cloak along. There is an antechamber next to Slytherin's portrait; however, it is disguised to look like a regular stone wall. When you came along, I was already in the antechamber getting ready to come out; but you knocked against the door in your…haste to get away. Then Potty, Granger, and your brother stomped out of the common room like animals. Slytherin said what he did to let me know that I should stay put.

After the four of you ran down the corridor, I left the antechamber to watch. Slytherin knew I was the real Draco Malfoy because no one knows about that antechamber other than people in my House; it was obvious that the real Malfoy was the one waiting inside of it."

The redhead was silent for a moment. "Well it was lucky that you hadn't gone inside. It wouldn't have been good for the Slytherins to have seen two Draco Malfoys…"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "You mean good for your little friends." Ginny didn't disagree.

"Why…why are you telling me all of this?" she asked instead.

He looked at her intently. "Last night, your being outside of the common room helped me to not walk in at the same time the Trio walked out. I suppose you could say that afterward, I noticed your worth." He smirked.

"I don't want to help you!" Ginny burst, reddening once more.

He stepped closer. "But you already are, Weasel. You're trying to figure out who exactly killed Mr. Tinelle, and why. Potter and friends are just assuming that it was my father without any concrete evidence. You're going to help me put them off of my trail; get them to see it wasn't me."

"How do I know you're not involved?" Draco said nothing and Ginny nearly strangled him. "Tell me why I should help you."

Draco leaned down toward Ginny with a completely serious face. "Because you want to be right."

He bent down even more until their bodies were lightly pressed together. His hand was touching her waist.

Then The Great Hall doors slammed – lunch was over.

Ginny felt her robes shift a little near Draco's fingers and she swallowed. Stepping back without looking at her, Draco turned and walked to the entrance of the room.

Over his shoulder he said quietly, "Don't be late next time." Then he left.

Ginny released a breath she had not known she was holding and touched the side Draco had touched. There was something in her pocket – a piece of paper.

You missed lunch, but I know you don't regret it.

I'm sure that you had a better time with me anyway.

Make your excuses and meet me in the kitchens, 9:00

Don't be late.

Ginny growled at his arrogance and shoved the parchment back into the pocket of the robe. 'Make your excuses, ' she thought, mimicking him. 'Ordering me around after he made me miss lunch.'

She walked out of the room, toward the Common Room to pick up her books. Then suddenly she stopped.

'He made me miss lunch…he wrote that on the note before I saw him…'

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