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The Detentions and Cookies

Ginny took her time walking to the dungeons. The later she got to detention, the better. 'But,' she argued with herself. 'Snape said to be there right after dinner.' With that thought, she quickened her pace.

"Good evening, Miss Weasley," came the sneer of the Potions' teacher, Snape.

"Good evening, Professor."

"Miss Weasley, I have much more important matters to attend to than to supervise this detention, so I'll be leaving you in the hands of one of my most honorable students."

Ginny closed her eyes, praying that it wasn't....

"Mr. Malfoy will make sure you finish your duties before leaving. Understood?"

"Yes."

"I am a Professor, Miss Weasley, and you will refer to me and respect me as such."

"Yes. Professor."

Just then, the dungeon door opened and Draco walked in, looking as smug as ever. "I will leave you to it, then, Weasley. You will re-label all of the potions jars on this shelf," he said gesturing to a shelf with potions bottles stack upon potions bottles. "Without magic," he added. He nodded to Draco and said, "Good evening, Mr. Malfoy."

"Same to you, Professor."

Snape swept out of the dungeon, slamming the door so it echoed loudly off of the walls.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Weasel? Get started."

Ginny started, grumbling madly to herself.

"Weasley, the first sign of insanity is talking to yourself."

She ignored him and continued with her job. Within an hour and a half, she was halfway finished.

Draco was getting bored and she could tell by the way he kept saying, "I'm bored, Weasley," or, "You're boring me, Weasley."

She ignored him.

After the second hour, he sighed and whined, "Weasley, I'm bored!"

"Well, then, in that case, go whack off, you wanker." Draco looked at her, open-mouthed.

"I am no WANKER!" he shouted, offended.

"Could have fooled me." She continued labeling the jars.

Draco just glared at her. He walked over to where she was labeling the jars and bottles. He started taking all of the labels off of the ones she already did.

"Malfoy, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"And just why not? You're the one who has to re-label them. Not me."

"Well, the more I have to do, the longer I have to stay. The longer I have to stay, the longer you have to stay."

Draco mumbled under his breath and Ginny smirked. 'He didn't think about that, huh? Heh, heh.'

He walked back to the desk he was sitting in before and slid back in. "Wake me up when you're finished, Weasel." With that, he put his head in his arms and drifted off to sleep.

'Yeah, right,' she thought, rolling her eyes. 'I'll just leave you right there.'

Within another hour and a half she was finished re-labeling everything she was told to and changed her mind about waking Draco up. 'We'll see if he's a heavy sleeper or not,' she thought, grinning.

She tiptoed over to where he was sleeping and put her mouth as close to his ear as she possibly could without touching him. She took in a big gasp of air and shouted as loud as she could. "RISE AND SHINE, MALFOY, YOU BIG GIT!"

He jumped and fell out of his seat, falling hard on the ground on his bum. Ginny doubled over laughing.

"Weaselette, that was NOT funny!" he growled, rubbing his butt where he fell.

"No, Malfoy, you're VERY much mistaking. That was quite hilarious." She turned and walked out of the door, a big grin on her face.

Ginny returned to the Common Room at 12:30, not the least bit sleepy, to find that someone was still up.

"Hello, Ginny," Hermione said, sitting at a table. Crookshanks leapt up and ran to Ginny, wanting her to pet him.

"Hello Hermione. Hello Crookshanks." Ginny walked over to the table and sat down beside Hermione. "Why are you up so late? This is a school night, Hermione, you know."

Hermione sighed and said, "Yes, I know. And the reason I'm up is because.... well... I need your advice."

"Mine? Are you sure you're talking to the right girl, Hermione?" she asked, looking around.

"Yes I'm sure. You're the only one who could help me."

"Erm... Okay, then. Fire away."

"Well," she said awkwardly, ringing her hands together.

"You know me pretty well, right?"

"Right."

"And you can tell when a girl likes a guy, right?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Well.... er.... well... Have you noticed that I liked a particular boy?"

"Yes," Ginny said truthfully. She's known for years that she's liked Ron, and even called him a great, big oaf for not knowing who liked him that very summer.

"You do?" Hermione sighed in relief. It was harder to say it out loud.

"Yes, of course. Everyone knows that you've fancied Ron forever!"

"They did? Oh, my," she said, blushing.

"Um, yeah!" Ginny replied as if were oh-so-obvious.

"Well, anyways, do you know if he.... erm...."

"Likes you, too?"

"Yes."

"Well, not exactly." Hermione's face fell.

"No, no, Hermione. Not exactly as in, I don't know! Not he doesn't like you!"

Hermione started to glow. "Oh, I feel so stupid now," she said giggling.

"Don't." Ginny sat there just staring at the table, all kinds of thought running through her mind. 'Remember to ask Ron if he likes her. Remember to go to sleep tonight. Remember to cry a little. No, a lot. Remember to-'

"Gin," Hermione said uncertainly. "Are you okay? I mean, because lately, you haven't been yourself too much."

"What do you mean?" Ginny knew perfectly well what she meant.

"Well, I mean... I don't know. You seem distant. And you don't smile a lot. And I talked to a girl, MacKenzie, in your grade. She said she hears you cry sometimes when you think everyone's asleep. And," she continued, looking absolutely embarrassed. "That week I spent at the burrow this summer, I walked by the bathroom and heard you making yourself throw up. That was when I asked you if you wanted to talk.

"I didn't mean to figure all of these things out, Ginny," she said, biting her lip apologetically. "And I wasn't trying to get in your business, I swear! But Gin, I'm worried about you!"

Ginny sat there, dumbfounded. "D-did you tell anyone?" was all she could say.

"No, Ginny! Never! I did ask Colin if you were acting a little odd, and he said that you were, but you persuaded him you were perfectly fine. And Ginerva Weasley (Ginny cringed at her full name)! You are NOT perfectly fine, and you know it. "Now, please, Ginny. Please tell me what's going on." Ginny looked into Hermione's soft, brown eyes, partially thankful that she found out, and partially mortified.

She burst into tears. "I'm sorry that I worried you, but right now almost EVERYTHING has gone wrong in my life! I'm dirt poor and have to wear a lot of Ron's old things, which were once ALL of my brothers' old things! I can never have anything I want! And when I got upset, I would eat! And then I started to gain weight! I gained 16 pounds during the whole SUMMER and so that's when I started making myself throw up! Then I got even more upset and ate more and more! I have NO friends except Colin, and let's face it! He's a guy! I can't have girls night out with a GUY! I'm too scared to make any friends because of Tom Riddle, and he screwed up my WHOLE LIFE! Because of him, I'm constantly watched and babied, and because of him, I can't trust ANYONE! The very first night here, I got teased and mocked by that overly grown baby MALFOY and couldn't do anything about it! Because when I tried, he docked points! Then he had to watch my detention tonight, but at least he didn't talk, because then, that would have been pure HELL!"

"Ginny," Hermione said in a soothing voice, embracing her in a friendly hug. "Don't worry about Malfoy. He does anything and everything to make everyone miserable."

"You just don't get it, Hermione! I have depression! It makes everything that happens to me seem 50 times worse than it really is and makes me feel like I'm the only one who goes through ANYTHING! And let me tell you, I DO believe that I'm the ONLY one who gets made fun of as much as I get MADE FUN OF!" Ginny yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Sh, Ginny, you have to be quiet," Hermione said in comforting tones.

"It's almost midnight. Everyone would be asleep by now."

"Well, not everyone," Ron said, coming down from the boy dorms, closely followed by Harry.

"What are you two doing up?" Harry asked, yawning.

"Ginny just came back from her detention and I couldn't sleep," Hermione said simply. Ginny was quick to wipe the tears off of her face, but her eyes were still red and puffy.

"What were you yelling about anyway, Gin? You probably woke up even Hagrid from his hut, the way you were going on."

"Ginny saw a mouse," Hermione lied, without blinking.

"Where did it go?" Harry asked.

"It was a fake one. One of Fred and George's. She forgot she had it and screamed when it ran out of her pocket."

"Why aren't you answering, Gin?" Ron questioned her.

"I put a silencing charm on her, didn't you hear me?" Hermione replied as Ginny opened her mouth to speak. She quickly shut it, amazed at how fast Hermione was throwing the lies. 'She could put a run for my money, one of these days,' Ginny thought, impressed.

"Well, then, take it off of her," Ron said simply.

Hermione said the counter curse, and Ginny played along.

"Thanks," she said, grumpily, rubbing her neck.

"No problem," Hermione said cheerfully.

"What were you saying about getting made fun of?" Ron asked her, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I simply said that if any of you found out, I would get made fun of."

"Why were you yelling it? Couldn't you have just told Hermione to keep quiet, quietly?"

"She was laughing, and my temper rose. You know how I can be."

"Boy, do I."

"Ginny," Harry said, suddenly. "Your eyes. Are they swollen?"

"No. While I was in detention, I got into some dust. I'm allergic to it, you know. My eyes were watering and I rubbed them raw."

"Whatever you say. I'm going back to bed. Coming Ron?"

"No, no. I'm wide awake now," he said, plopping down at the table next to Ginny.

Ginny looked at Harry and he nodded to the girls dorms. She knew exactly what he meant.

"I'm exhausted," she lied. "I think I'm going to bed, too." Everyone said 'Goodnight' to Harry and Ginny got up from the table, Hermione grabbing her arm.

"Let go!" Ginny hissed. Hermione reluctantly let go of her sleeve, and she trudged up the stairs, saying 'Goodnight' to Ron and Hermione, smiling to herself. 'That little devil, Harry,' Ginny thought grinning to herself. He knew as well as she did the 'relationship' between Hermione and Ron and knew perfectly well that Harry was trying to get them together.

The next day was very uneventful for Ginny, including the detention given by Professor McGonagall, which was supervised by Hermione, due to an 'important meeting'.

"Hermione. What happened last night when I went to bed?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you? Well, I'm not supposed to let anyone know before Ron tells Harry, which will be never considering how intimidated Ron is to tell him, but..... this will be our little secret, okay?"

"Okay...."

"Well, me and Ron... we're going steady." Ginny squealed. There was not a more perfect couple (or so she thought. Hm...). Hermione giggled.

"Um, Herm? Thanks for telling me."

"Sure, Gin. Oh, and Harry told me what you and him were up to, so I should be thanking you. I already thanked Harry."

"Sure. No problem. And, Herm?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do I have to clean the Transfiguration room? I mean, it will take an hour, tops. And it's not very punishing."

"Don't ask me. It's what Professor McGonagall wanted you to do."

"Okay. Just wondering." The rest of the detention was spent talking about Hermione and Ron's relationship and Ginny and Kevin's (a boy in Ravenclaw) relationship (Hermione didn't know that they had broken up before school started back, so that's why he was never mentioned).

When Ginny got to her room at 10:30 that night, MacKenzie and a girl named Misty were still up, talking.

"Hey Gin!" MacKenzie said happily, waving her over. MacKenzie was the one girl in her year that she was closest to. They were almost best friends, but not quite.

"Hey Mackie," she replied.

"Hey Gin," Misty said. Ginny and Misty were friends, but not as good of friends as her and MacKenzie were.

"Hey Misty." She sat down on the bed next to them. "What's up?"

"Well, me and Misty were talking we decided that we-"

"No, we decided that you..." Misty interrupted.

"Right. We decided that I was going to do something really stupid Saturday."

"And that would be?" Ginny urged.

"Well... okay, you have to hear the whole story. We were writing notes earlier and we were just acting really stupid and blonde.... 'Blonde' is the term, isn't it? Or is it brunette?" Ginny had taught them that blonde means really airheaded in muggle terms, so they decided to start using it.

"It's blonde."

"Okay, well we were acting really blonde and Misty wrote 'Boys have cooties!', but I thought it said 'Boys have cookies!' and I asked her what it meant. Anyways, we got into this whole funny conversation about boys having cookies and girls attacking them for their cookies.

"Then later, we were playing truth or dare. I picked dare and she dared me to go around school Saturday tackling boys, tickling them, and screaming something about cookies."

Ginny laughed. She knew how energetic and stupid MacKenzie would act. She could just imagine her doing that.

"But of course I'm not going to do it by myself. I have to have someone look like an idiot with me. So... will you do it with me?"

Ginny immediately shook her head. "No way, last time I did something this stupid with you, we ended up getting into a lot of trouble.... Not to mention almost every guy in school thought you were a lesbian and I was a slut."

MacKenzie then resorted to something she knew Ginny couldn't turn down. The puppy dog eyes and the pouty lips.

"Fine!" Ginny said defeated, throwing up her hands.

"Really?! Oh my gosh, Ginny! Thank you so much!" Mackie said, throwing her arms around Ginny.

"Stop suffocating me or I won't do it!" she said, breathless.

"Sorry!" Mackie replied guiltily, immediately letting go. Misty on the other hand was laughing.

"What's so funny over there, Misty?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You should have seen your face when Kenzie was hugging you!" Ginny rolled her eyes. Misty laughed about the stupidest things sometimes.

A/N: Okay, sorry that this chapter is a little.... off..... Me and my friends were at church camp (yes, I'm a Christian and I read Harry Potter, so sue me. Wait, don't, I have no money.....) and my pillow has different sayings on them. One of them is 'Boys Have Cooties'. Well, I said if you covered up the 'T' and made it a 'K', the it spells cookies. Then we had giggle fits about tackling boys over cookies. That is how the chapter of this story came about! LoL! You'll see next chapter about everything we said about tackling boys with cookies.... LMAO! Btw, sorry this chapter was so long.