Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I never will.

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Blue Flowers of Celestial Years

Ch. 3: "Call Me Remus"

Ginny was eating breakfast the next day before the Harry Potter trio entered and sat down across from her. This time, Ginny was making sure that she ate breakfast today because of what happened yesterday, no matter what incident happens. Even if Voldemort and his Death Eaters stormed through the Great Hall, killing everyone (unlikely), Ginny was going to make sure she dies with a full stomach.

The three friends sat down on the same bench with Hermione on Harry's right, Harry in the middle, and Ron on Harry's left. Hermione was giving Ron the cold shoulder, which no matter how many times he tries to talk to her, she ignored him.

"Blood hell, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. "How many times do I have to apologize for what happened yesterday?"

Just because Hermione gave Ron the cold shoulder, did not mean that she did not hear him, and she heard what he said. So she turned to Harry, and said, "Harry, can you please tell that git that he will have to keep apologizing to me until the fiftieth anniversary of Voldemort's death?"

Harry blinked at Hermione, and then he turned to Ron to tell him the message, but Ron was already talking.

"Harry, can you tell Hermione that I have given up on apologizing from now on, and she is just going to have to deal with it?"

Harry turned back to Hermione, but she was already talking again.

"Can you tell Ron that I will never forgive him for utterly embarrassing me yesterday?"

"Can you tell her that she shouldn't have dreams that can permanently damage a person's mind?" Ron said.

"Can you tell him to stop telling me what I can and cannot dream?" Hermione countered.

"Well it's not my fault you have disturbing thoughts!"

"They were not thoughts, Ronald! People can not control what they dream!"

"Dreams come from the sub-consciousness telling the dreamer what they really want!" Ron argued.

"Which means that Ron really wants Luna Lovegood." Ginny muttered, but all three people sitting across from her heard it.

"I DO NOT!" Ron argued.

"You always cry her name out in your sleep. I have a room right next to you, so I should know." His sister calmly informed.

Hermione laughed loudly, causing some people to stop their conversations and look at them, anticipating some more entertainment.

"You dream about Luna Lovegood?!" Hermione laughed, exclaimed that sentence as loud as Ron said his yesterday.

The Ravenclaw table burst out laughing, causing Ron's face to turn red. When he saw Luna give him a wink, he blushed even more.

"I DO NOT!!!!" Ron cried out desperately, yet no one in the Great Hall was listening to him.

"Although this is quite entertaining, I have business to discuss with the mudblood."

All four turned to see Draco Malfoy standing a distance away from Ginny, yet close enough to talk to the Potter gang. Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes. Oh great, here goes another Encounter from the Spawn of Hell part two!

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron asked now really annoyed.

"Nothing that concerns you, Weasley. I just have business to discuss with the mudblood." Malfoy exclaimed, looking at Hermione.

"Don't call her that!" Ron declared.

"What do you want?" Hermione asked, trying to silently tell Ron to shut up.

"I heard that you have been having dreams about me. I know that I am very good looking, and half the girls in Slytherin want me—"

There were a group of girls behind Malfoy who sighed dreamily, batting their eyes, looking up at him hopefully.

"—But I don't want a mudblood like you, Granger, having snogging feasts with me, despite how good looking I am."

Malfoy looked at his finger nail, pretending to examine them as if he was only stating fact about his good looks. Ginny scowled up at him; he is such an egomaniac!

"Oh get over yourself, Malfoy!" Ginny yelled, beyond annoyed at this point.

Malfoy gave her a look like she was something that needed to be swatted at.

"This doesn't concern you either, baby Weasley. Although, I must say, your chest has given me more of a greeting than any girl in this school." Malfoy gave Ginny's chest a sneer like they were dirty bags.

Harry had to keep Ron from attacking Malfoy in every fashion for even looking at his sister like that. Ginny's chest was well-endowed to say the least; she was not exactly the biggest girl in Gryffindor, but she was close to it. Everything in that area screamed that Ginny is very much a female, and a lot of boys trail after her, too.

"Is your family so poor that you have to wear your mummy's brassieres all the time?" Malfoy laughed.

Ginny frowned, her face turned very red. At this point Harry stood up along with Ron and Hermione.

"Sod off, Malfoy!" Harry yelled.

"I don't wear my mother's brassieres," Ginny exclaimed. "But you wear your mother's bras and knickers!"

At that instant, there was an outburst of laughter from the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables. Malfoy's face turned cherry-red and he gave Ginny a murderous glare. Ginny did not join in the laughter; instead she stood up, looking at the Boy from Hell with a defiant look.

Malfoy gave a snicker when Ginny stood up; the top of her head only reached half way to his neck. Ginny cursed genetics for giving her Molly Weasley's height, even though she was an inch or two taller than her mother.

"Sod off, Malfoy." Ron repeated Harry's words in a dangerous voice.

Before Harry, Ron, or Hermione could react, Malfoy pulled put his wand, pointing it at Ginny. He sneered, keeping his wand directly point at her.

"If you three dare move, the red-head gets it!" Malfoy warned.

Ginny looked from Malfoy's want up to the boy who was holding it. One this she did not like more than anything was playing the "damsel in distress" role. So Ginny quickly pulled out her wand and hit Malfoy with her Bat-Bogey Hex.

Everyone laughed as Malfoy tried to fight off the bats as Crabb and Goyle came up to help him.

"What is the meaning of this?" someone demanded.

The Gryffindor table suddenly became quiet as professor McGonagall stood by Ginny, glaring her down. Ginny felt like she was an inch tall under the glare of McGonagall; she pointed an accusing finger at Malfoy.

"He started it!" she cried out.

"I don't care who started it!" the Head of Gryffindor scolded. "Even though he did start it, you finished it, Miss Weasley!"

"Well that's women, professor; men start fights, but we finish them." Ginny proclaimed.

There was a lot of agreement and heads nodding from the girls in the Great Hall. For a moment, it looked like McGonagall was about to smile; however, the professor just kept her stern face on.

"That is not the point, Miss Weasley. Your behavior was inexcusable in settling this matter. I therefore will take forty points from Gryffindor, and you will receive detention."

Professor McGonagall left, causing Ginny to sit back down, feeling miserable. If it was one thing the Head of Gryffindor was famous for, it was the fact that she was point deduction-happy.

"Don't feel bad about it, Gin." Harry comforted her. "Forty points can easily be made up. Why, I can remember when we were in our first year and McGonagall deducted fifty points each from all three of us."

"But did it happen right in front of everyone?" Ginny asked miserably as Malfoy ran around behind her, still trying to fight off the bats.

"No, but the word sure did get around." Hermione exclaimed. "As a matter of fact, our fellow Gryffindors were so upset with us that they scowled at us, or ignored us. Really a terrible experience!"

"It was not all that terrible!" Ron disagreed. "Not the most terrible thing, any way."

"Oh you wouldn't know terrible if it came up, wearing a neon-orange dress, and smacked you in the face, Ronald!" Hermione yelped.

Battle of the Idiots: Hermione vs. Ron began once again. Ginny watched them bicker with poor Harry right between them as Harry looked helplessly at Ginny. She actually felt sorry for him as he tried to back away as his two friends got in each other's face, yelling at the top of their lungs.

Ginny finished the rest of her breakfast, gathered her things, and headed off to class early, leaving behind three screaming gits; two were yelling at each other, and the other one was still being attacked by bats.

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Ginny entered the Transfiguration classroom early enough to witness professor-Always-Prepared-For-Every-Class vigorously setting up her next lesson, and a bit behind schedule.

"Miss Weasley!" McGonagall cried out, embarrassed that a student witnessed the fact that even a professor on her standard could fall behind. Oh, how would this smear her reputation?

"Professor." Ginny greeted with a nod.

"What are you doing here? Class doesn't start but in five minutes."

Ginny tried to think of an excuse of why she came early without revealing her horrible secret that she does not have any friends to be with, except for her brother and his friends; and not one sane brother in this world likes to have his little sister hanging around his friends. Suddenly, and idea occurred to her.

"You never told me what, where, when, and with whom I will be serving my detention with."

For once professor McGonagall looked impressed by Ginny.

"Well done, Miss Weasley, you have obtained enough maturity to except a punishment for the wrong kind of action."

Er… not exactly... Ginny thought.

"I'm afraid I will be busy tonight with something important, and so will Mr. Flitch. Unfortunately, professor Snape has some things he needs to do as well; so you will be serving detention with professor Lupin, his classroom, half an hour after dinner."

"Okay." Ginny agreed.

Great a wonderful four hours of spending time with a professor that hums to himself while grading papers; Ginny wondered how much of professor Lupin's humming she could take before she went insane.

Then, the bell rang for students to begin their classes.

Transfiguration class went along normally as students tried their hardest to transfigure feathers into pins. Several students accidentally transformed the feathers into pins that could fly, and somehow, they immediately flew where there was a student. Needless to say, there were a lot of people who had a lot of puncture wounds by the end of class. Poor Colin Creevy looked like he got attacked by a giant porcupine.

Next was Charms with Professor Flickwick. They were learning to make an object disappear. Unfortunately, for poor Colin, he chose to make his charms book disappear and he never found it again.

After Charms, Ginny had to see Professor McGonagall again; it has been a year after she took her O.W.L.s, and Ginny still has not decided on what she wanted to do when she got out of Hogwarts.

Ginny thought of being a Professor, but she never had quite the patients or the temper. An image suddenly came into her mind; a first year grinded her last nerve and she was surrounded by Dark magic as she Bat-Bogey Hexed the poor child into oblivion.

"Ginny!" Colin called out to Ginny.

Ginny turned around, seeing Colin running up to her, his camera dangling from his neck, as usual.

"Colin." Ginny greeted him with a nod.

Colin came huffing and puffing up to Ginny, a big, happy smile on his face.

"Did you hear about the contest in the Daily Prophet?" he asked.

"Um, what contest?" Ginny inquired.

"The photo contest that was announced in the back of the Daily Prophet yesterday!"

"Well, no—"

"Ginny!"

And another person trying to get Ginny's attention. She turned to see her boyfriend, Seamus, strolling up to them.

"Hey, Ginny!" Seamus greeted. "Hey, Colin."

"Hello."

"Ginny, would you like to do anything tonight?" Seamus asked.

"I have detention, remember?" Ginny reminded. "For hexing Malfoy."

There was fits of laughter from Colin and Seamus.

"That was really entertaining, Gin." Seamus exclaimed through his laughter.

"It really was!" Colin laughed.

"Okay, don't over do it." Ginny warned, and then she turned to Seamus. "We'll have to figure out something else, okay?"

"Okay." Seamus agreed. "Well, I'm off to my last class, so I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay, bye."

Seamus waved as he left to go to his next class. Colin stood next to Ginny, looking out of place, and feeling very envious of Seamus for having someone as amazing as Ginny.

"Um, Ginny?" Colin said to get her attention again. "About the photo contest, well… I was wondering if… I could… if you could…."

"If I could what?" Ginny pressed.

Colin blushed as if trying to ask Ginny out on a date; he put a hand on the back of his head.

"Ifyouwouldliketobemymodelforthephotocontest." Colin rushed.

"I'm sorry, Collin, I didn't quite hear you."

Colin cleared his throat, willing himself to talk slower.

"If you would like to be… my model for the photo contest…."

Colin blushed even deeper, finding his shifting feet more entertaining. Ginny blushed a bit, wondering what kind of photo he wanted for the contest. Through all her thoughts, Ginny could only come up with one question.

"Why would you choose me, Colin?"

"Because… you're very beautiful… and—and kind, too. I just thought that if anyone deserved the prize money it should be you."

Ginny blinked.

"The prize money….?"

Colin finally tore his gaze from his feet, and looked at Ginny with a smile.

"Do you think that people would just send in photo for free? There has to be some kind of award for the participants' efforts."

Ginny nodded.

"But… why me…?" she continued to ask. "I'm no one special. I'm just… Ginny!"

"'Just Ginny' is exactly why I am asking you if I could take pictures of you…"

Colin blushed again; there were so many pictures that he has of Ginny that were taken without her permission. Pictures that he took of her in the Great Hall, in the common room, in her classrooms, and pictures taken of Ginny just walking while he hid behind a tree.

(AN: No, Colin is not obsessed… at least I think he's not….)

"I…. suppose I could…." Ginny agreed.

Colin smiled so wide that his face was threatening to split in half.

"Oh thank you, Ginny! Thank you!"

Colin suddenly hugged Ginny; his camera pressed painfully into her collarbone. Finally, Colin let go of her, blushing all over his face.

"I'm sorry!"

Ginny rubbed her sore collarbone. Would she get a bruise from that?

"Don't worry about it." Ginny reassured. "So, what is the prize money?"

"It is one hundred and seventy Galleons for the photographer and one hundred and fifty for the model if we win first prize."

Ginny blinked, wondering if she heard Colin correctly. That was so much wizard money! It might not be as much as Twizard prize money, but it was not anything to be ashamed of.

"So, when do we take the photo, and what do I wear?" Ginny asked.

Colin thought about that.

"Well, I have this idea of you in very fancy robes—"

"Hold it right there! I don't have any very fancy robes—"

"That's why I, the photographer, supply the props."

Ginny blinked again.

"Um, is it really necessary?" she asked.

"Don't worry about it; it's no problem. So, then I was thinking of placing you in the Hogwarts gardens with all of the wonderful scenery behind you…"

Ginny's mind started to wander as Colin talked endlessly about what he was going to do for the photo. Suddenly, Ginny realized she was late for her talk with Professor McGonagall.

"Colin! I'm sorry! I have to go! Whatever you do, don't mention this to my brother, Ron!"

"Why?" Colin asked, puzzled.

"Just because! I'm sorry! I have to go!"

Ginny ran all the way to the Transfiguration class.

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Ginny came into the classroom huffing and puffing, trying to catch her breath.

"I'm… sorry, Professor… I… lost track of the time." Ginny breathed.

"Don't worry about it, Miss Weasley. Now, please have a seat." Said Professor McGonagall.

Ginny sat down in the seat that was on the opposite side of her professor's desk. McGonagall shuffled a few papers; Ginny suddenly had the foreboding of when she saw Professor McGonagall when O.W.Ls happened.

"Now, Miss Weasley, I know you have not chosen a career as of yet, but do you have any idea what you want to do when you leave Hogwarts?"

Ginny suddenly thought about Colin's offer, and she almost blurted out that she wanted to be a model. She had to stifle a laugh that bubbled up to her throat, threatening to spill over.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I have no idea." Ginny answered.

Professor McGonagall nodded, handing her a list of careers.

"You are not the only student that is undecided, Miss Weasley; however, I do suggest that you decide quickly so you know what N.E.W.T.s to take before leaving school."

"I will do that." Ginny answered.

"Alright, just report back to me when you have some idea of what you want, okay?"

"Yes, Professor." Ginny said, and left the classroom.

As she walked, Ginny looked at the list of carriers:

-Healer/ Medi-witch

-Muggle Relations

Ginny's father is the head of the Muggle Relations Department. She knew that if she ever needed a job, her father would be guaranteed to hand it to her because of their desperate need for employees. Not very many wizards in the wizarding world appreciate that department; but if it was not for Ginny's father and his employees, muggles would have discovered their world sooner than anyone could blink their eyes. Yet, because it also associated with muggles, that department is the least respected. Ginny continued on reading the list:

-Wizard Banking

-Curse-Breakers

-Security Troll Trainer

-Auror

That is what Harry was studying to become due to Professor McGonagall's demand that he becomes an Auror much under the influence of Professor Umbridge's argument that he would never be hired.

Harry had a difficult sixth year because he was back in Professor Snape's classroom. When Snape saw that Harry was back in his class for another two years, he looked like he wanted to strangle the poor boy.

Instead, Professor Snape made Harry's time in his class even more miserable, if that was even possible. Yet Harry managed to get almost an 'O' for an entire grade. In fact, with McGonagall's help, he managed to get 'O's in practically every class.

Ginny tucked the list into her bag and headed for the Gryffindor common room.

Inside, Hermione was helping Harry study for his next potions exam for later on that week. Neville Longbottom looked like he was very frustrated as he looked at his book, "Transfiguration: Then and Now."

Ginny went up to Harry and Hermione.

"Hey," she greeted. "Where's Ron?"

Both Harry and Hermione snickered, trying to hold in their fits of laughter.

"Um," Harry began. "He—he had a meeting with a certain blonde Ravenclaw girl."

"You mean Luna Lovegood?" Ginny asked as she raised an eyebrow.

Hermione put a hand on her mouth, laughing through her throat. Harry tried desperately to keep a straight face.

"Loony—um—Luna came to the Gryffindor tower all… prettied up…"

"More like looking she was going to a fancy Halloween ball." Hermione laughed. "Did you see all those things she was wearing?"

"Well," Harry continued after he nodded to Hermione's question. "She wanted to talk to Ron, and Ron wanted to tell her that he is not interested in her, but they have been gone for…"

Harry looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Two hours. So either he is trying to comfort poor Luna as she cries her eyes out, or they are having a snogging fest in the Room of Requirement."

Hermione and Harry finally let their laughing out of their throats. Harry carefully hid the wrist watch he was wearing. It was a beautiful, expensive, and everlasting wrist watch that once belonged to Harry's godfather, Sirius. After the Order of the Phoenix moved out of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, it was Remus Lupin who found the watch in Sirius' room. He finally decided that Harry should have it since Harry was very close to Sirius.

"That is more than enough I need to know about my brother's love life." Ginny proclaimed.

She left Hermione and Harry laughing like maniacs as she went up the stairs to her dorm. Ginny put her book bag up, taking out a few work books, paper, and her feather pen with ink for her detention tonight.

She went back downstairs and into the Great Hall for supper.

Ginny sat with Neville, Colin, and Seamus this time instead of the other infamous three. Neville was still looking at his book as he ate, still very frustrated. Colin was making his food into a "work of art" so he could take a picture of it, and Seamus was yapping away as usual.

"So, Ginny, what is Professor Lupin going to make you do as punishment?" Seamus asked.

Ginny shrugged her shoulders.

"I have no idea because I haven't been there, and I never had detention with him."

"You don't think…" Colin began. "That he is going to make you make a Wolfsbane potion the whole time until you got it right, do you?"

Before Ginny could retort an answer, Seamus cut in.

"Nah, he'll probably make Ginny howl at the moon… or maybe he'll secretly turn her into a werewolf."

Neville made a small noise in his throat as he stared at Ginny in horror.

"Come on guys!" Ginny yelped. "Professor Lupin is not a monster who would make other people do those things! He's… Professor Lupin!"

"That doesn't stop him from being a werewolf." Seamus countered as he buttered his roll.

"Werewolf or not," Ginny said, protecting Remus at all costs. "He is still a good man, and a good professor. If that doesn't convince you, just think of this; do you honestly think that Professor Lupin would do a student any harm while Professor Dumbledore is around?"

All three boys were silent, and then they finally shook their heads in a negative fashion.

"Exactly my point." Ginny concluded as she turned to Colin. "So, Colin, when do we start the project?"

"What project?" Seamus inquired.

"What time is a good time for you?" Colin asked, not bothering to answer Seamus.

"When I don't have detention." Ginny muttered.

"What project?" Seamus asked again.

Ginny sighed, deciding to finally answer her boyfriend.

"Colin wanted to take some photos of me so we can send them to the Daily Prophet's photo contest."

"Actually," Colin corrected. "We have to take several photos and decide on a specific one to send in for the judging. It would take too long if photographers send in many pictures."

Seamus looked at Colin with an indescribable look.

"Did you have to pick Ginny?" he asked stiffly.

Colin blushed, looking back down at his food and decided to pick at it.

"Well… Ginny is pretty… and she deserves some recognition." Colin informed.

Ginny blushed again, looking at Seamus out of the corner of her eye. Seamus looked at Ginny, smiling at blushing down at her.

"Yes, she is…" he agreed.

"Oh, Seamus, you're just saying that." Ginny said although she had a smile on her face.

Seamus grinned and started poking at Ginny's side, making her giggle. She tried to stifle her laughter but Seamus' poking only made her sort out of her nose.

"Seamus…" Ginny giggled. "Please stop…" She laughed again.

Seamus finally stopped poking her as Ginny grabbed his watch that he wears in his robes. Looking at the time, she gathered her possessions.

"I have to go to detention now." Ginny informed, and she received comments of good luck.

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Remus was sitting behind his desk, grading papers, and humming a song to himself by the time Ginny came into the classroom.

"Am I late?" Ginny asked, taking a seat at the front row.

Remus looked at his clock.

"Nearly, but that's okay."

"What do I do?"

"Just do your homework. I'll tell Professor McGonagall that you had to sweep the floor, and clean the blackboard without using magic."

Ginny blinked at her professor as he smiled kindly at her.

"I hope you are not making my punishment easier just because you know me and my family." Ginny said.

In truth, Ginny was grateful for such a small punishment, but she did not like special treatment just because a person knows her. She is one of those people who are fiercely independent, and strives on challenges.

"No, it's not that at all. I just know how Mr. Malfoy is towards you, your brother, and his friends."

Ginny nodded, pulling out her homework assignments, grateful once again that she brought her books so she could do her work. She thought that if she did not, she was sure to be given the task of sweeping and cleaning the blackboards without magic.

"Well at least you're better at punishments than Professor McGonagall." Ginny mumbled, yet Remus' sensitive hear heard it.

"Why do you say that?" Remus asked, his eyes still on the papers on his desk.

"Because she is point deducting happy. Just like my mum is Howler happy."

Remus smiled at his papers his feather pen was writing on.

"Professor McGonagall just wants her students to deal with their problems in a mature way." Remus defended McGonagall.

Ginny blinked at Remus. Just when she thought he was cool…

"Between you and Professor McGonagall!" Ginny cried out, knowing she was stepping out of line.

"Well, Professor McGonagall just lives by that old muggle saying, 'Violence doesn't solve anything.'"

"But violence makes me happy!"

To Ginny's surprise, Remus laughed heartedly.

"Yes, yes, I know that feeling." Remus announced with a smile. "Professor McGonagall just wants her students to deal with people and their problems in a mature manner."

"In a mature manner?" Ginny asked ridiculously. "So how should we deal with You-Know-Who in a mature manner? Sit down with him at tea time and discuss the error of his ways with him?"

"I don't think that would quite work with him…" Remus said thoughtfully.

"Where did Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape go off to any way?"

Remus' eyebrows rose, but he still smiled.

"That is supposed to be top secret." The professor said with a mysterious voice.

Ginny glared at him. Does everyone like to leave her in the dark on certain matters?

"Let me guess," Ginny said ridiculously. "It's a top secret thing in the Order."

Ginny made sure she said the last sentence in a low voice, knowing that "Order" is not suppose to be said out loud.

"Well… yes, it is." Remus answered, smiling at Ginny's shocked face.

Ginny could not help but smile back. That was the first time that anyone has informed her of anything that went on with the Order, or anything for that matter, without her having to read it in the newspaper.

Ginny looked back down at her "History of Magic" homework that was assigned yesterday.

Why has the werewolf been an outcast since the magic world began?

What a perfect question for Remus…

"Um, Professor, can you please help me with this last question on my homework?"

Remus looked up.

"Sure, Ginny, what is it?" he asked.

Ginny stared at Remus. That was the first time that he called her "Ginny" instead of "Miss Weasley." Maybe she can bring herself to call him Remus.

"Why have… um, werewolves been outcasts since the magic world began?" Ginny asked, wondering if it was an uncomfortable question for him.

"Because before the Wolfsbane potion, people who were cursed as a werewolf would not have any control over their minds. They would attack people mercilessly, leaving hardly any piece of the human left." Remus answered, saying the last sentence a bit hesitantly.

Ginny nodded, writing the information down.

"Done with all homework!" Ginny cried out in glee.

"Good, now you can clean the blackboards without magic."

Ginny's mouth fell open.

"I'm only joking, Ginny." Remus said with a laugh. "Just get a chair and sit here." He pointed to the side of his desk. "I would appreciate greatly if you could help me grade some third year's papers."

Ginny did as she was told, placing the chair close to Remus.

"Why do you need my help in grading papers?" she asked after she sat down.

"I'm afraid I've had some extra activities to do and I am rather tired. So, I might not grade them correctly. Plus it never hurts to have a second opinion."

Ginny nodded, looking down at a third year's paper. The writing looked like it was done in a hurry as if they were trying to complete it before the class started. So many spelling and grammar errors…

"I would never be a professor…" Ginny exclaimed, still looking at the paper.

"Why do you say that?"

"I would grade too harshly."

"Oh, another Professor McGonagall."

"Hey! Don't go there!"

"You're so fun to tease, Ginny." Remus exclaimed, laughing.

Ginny smiled despite herself, feeling her cheeks burn from the blushing; she did not know what she was blushing from. Was it the fact that she is so fun to tease, or the fact that Remus once again called her by first name?

"I like it when you call me that." Ginny blurted out before she could stop herself.

"What? When I call you Ginny?"

"Yes. Other professors call me 'Miss Weasley.'"

"Do you want me to call you by your formal name?" Remus asked as he passed another paper to Ginny.

"No, no, I like you calling me Ginny."

She looked at the next paper. This one was much more neat, well spaced, and time had been taken to write it out. It reminded Ginny of Hermione's papers.

"I think this student should get a very high grade." Ginny said as she held the paper up. "She actually took the time to summarize facts about boggarts."

"Okay, thank you." Remus said as he put an "O" on the paper.

They continued to grade papers in a comfortable silence. Ginny soon realized that she did not have any control over what her mouth blurted out when she is around Remus.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Remus, startled at the sudden question, looked at her with a questioning look.

"What makes you think you aren't?" he asked.

"Well, it's just… two boys have said that I am pretty, and I just… wanted a third opinion."

Remus looked at Ginny with a blank stare, not understanding why she would not believe the other two boys.

"Yes, Ginny, you are very pretty." Remus finally answered.

Ginny smiled shyly down at the papers in front of her as her cheeks began to heat up once again. She could not understand why her heart pounded so hard when Remus said she is pretty, yet it did not when Seamus and Colin said she is.

"Thank you… I think you are good looking as well, Re—Professor."

Remus blinked. A cute blush formed across his nose like a light red bridge.

"Well, um, thank you." He finally said, looking at the last paper to grade. "You can… call me Remus if you want."

"Okay… Remus…"

Ginny was amazed at how easily she could say the first name of her professor.

"Um, Remus? I am just curious… Where are you most of the time when you are not in the Great Hall?"

"I am usually here as usual. Why?"

"Um, because I was wondering if you would like to… hang out… just talking about random things that can relate to this subject, other subjects, or even just talk about nonsense?" Ginny looked away, just now realizing how ridiculous she sounded.

"Well, I suppose we could do that. I still have papers to grade, however."

"Maybe I can help you grade your papers?" Ginny offered.

"I suppose we could… But, won't your friends miss you?"

Ginny fell silent.

"I… I don't have that many friends… I'm sure they won't miss me."

Remus looked concerned.

"I'm sure there will be a lot of people who would miss you."

Ginny shook her head.

"I prefer to talk to you, but if I am too much trouble, then I won't bother you."

"You're not any trouble at all." Remus tried to reassure Ginny. "I was just concerned for your friends."

Remus looked at the clock.

"Your detention has ended fifteen minutes ago." He informed with a smile.

Ginny nodded, placing the chair in its proper place, gathering her things, and head to the door.

"Maybe I should get detention more often." Ginny laughed.

"Hmm… I think not. At this point, you might beat your brothers' Hogwarts record."

"Which brothers?"

"Fred and George."

Ginny laughed, nodding.

"Good night, Remus."

"Good night, Ginny."

Ginny headed towards the Gryffindor Tower, clutching her books and paper to her chest, her heart pounded wildly without any relief.

'Maybe detention isn't so bad.'

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AN: Wow! My longest chapter in my whole fan fiction writing career! YAY! (throws a party with as much food as the Hogwarts' feasts) Help yourselves everyone! Okay, I am having a conflict with myself; should I also include a Hermione/Harry paring, or a Hermione/Ron paring? To tell you the truth, I never really thought of any of those three getting together until one of my friends said, "I think Harry and Hermione should get together." Then I saw a whole bunch of Ron/Hermione fan fics, so I don't know.

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Elizabeth Turner: Thank you for reviewing! Did you get your name from "Pirates of the Caribbean", or is that your real name? Thank you again!

Lol: Well, I didn't exactly update really fast, but I hope this long chapter will make up for it. Thank you!

Branmuffinpower: Inuyasha is about a half dog demon and a priestess in Ancient Japan. You can catch it on Adult Swim if you get Cartoon Network. It's a really great anime! The "O"s really does look kind of funny… it looks like one of those anime faces with big eyes: (O.O) Don't worry about being strange. I'm strange, and I love it! Normal is too boring! I also love it when Ron and Hermione fight, too. It's so funny! Thank you for reviewing!

aikakone: Ginny's sleeping disorder is caused by her trauma from her first year, being possessed by the diary and all. Let's just hope our adorable wolf-boy can help her over come that! ? Oh, don't worry, Ginny will definitely do some damage with the "Fire Sucker." Hehe… (evil grin)