AUTHOR'S NOTE: What, you didn't like Ginny and Neville? Oh well. Here's the one I know many of you are waiting for and if that doesn't give it away, I don't know what will. You probably won't like the ending, but hey...guess what? There's a bajillion others to choose from. Hehe. Am a genius. Am an arrogant arse. (runs and hides in corner).

...yeah...just so you know...the 'something more' referred to at the end of the last chapter is now intended to mean that Colin and Neville are leasing Ginny a room at their flat in London as a part-time business partner for them...you'll figure it out in the second paragraph. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.


Hormonal Half-Wits

Chapter 20: The End, Part 4


This is terrific! Neville Apparated over to Colin's to tell him the good news, I suppose. Next thing I know, Neville and Colin are Apparating into my room (am still in knickers), laughing and hugging. They soon included me in the celebration.

Colin told me (between endless appreciations and thanks) that they had the hardest time finding good-looking models who wouldn't mind posing for two gay wizards. I told them they were both dear to me and had been such great friends for so long that it didn't matter.

Besides, Colin's see me in less than my knickers. I hadn't realized he was gay, but this does explain a few things…like his lack of enthusiasm or expertise in bed. He confided that that was the best time he'd ever slept with a woman, but it simply wasn't for him. I pretended to be affronted. We laughed.

They look so cute together. Makes me wish I had someone to look cute with. What a stupid thought. I don't want someone to look cute with…I want…oh, what do I want? What do I want…

I left Neville and Colin to their merry-making when they started necking. I really hope they stay off my bed. I would hate to waste time with scouring charms all over my bed sheets. Ick…nasty thought…nasty thought…

So, I found my way back to the kitchens and who should be foraging the silverware drawer for something to eat pie with, but Malfoy.

At this point, I would have eaten cake with the Dark Lord. Today's just been, in Hermione's words, 'Twilight Zone-ish'. I should really figure out what that means…but back to my never-ending story…

I sat down at the table, still asking myself the same question that ended my last entry. What do I want? What do I want in life, really? Every time someone asks that question, I answer with a joke, or some smart comment. I've never really considered it before…

Malfoy sat down at the table with a fork and started eating, for once holding his tongue. I was, needless to say, dumbstruck. It seems everyone had gone out to do different things because no one was in the kitchen, or surrounding rooms. No one but Malfoy. Mum had left some rhubarb pie in cooling, and I took a slice, sitting down across the table from Malfoy.

The silence was a little distressing. After a few moments, I broke out wildly with something like 'so, what did Zabini say about my performance?' I immediately wanted to go stick my head in the rest of the rhubarb pie…

Malfoy's head jerked up, and he regarded me with this gaping, uncomprehendingly blank stare. I swear I went redder than a rhubarb…I considered smearing pie filling over my face to make it seem paler. I didn't.

After a second, I broke the staring contest, blushing to my roots and staring down at my hands. I was surprised, to say the least, when Malfoy answered back, saying Zabini's praises were on such a level that he himself would make it his goal to give me a try.

After contemplating this for a second, I decided I wasn't insulted or affronted…coming from him it was a complement of the highest degree. I smirked up at him and said something about him being of too low standing. I think he nearly shat a kneazle.

I couldn't help but laugh.

I swear, he laughed too, until he realized he was laughing at himself. But he was still grinning. We sat on in silence for a few minutes…Malfoy was staring off into the distance, an odd frown on his face. It wasn't until I was finished eating and rose to clean my dishes that I realized Malfoy hadn't touched his pie since I had spoken.

'Lost yer appetite?' Malfoy didn't find my Moody-impersonation quite hilarious. I think he's still hung up on the Bouncing Ferret ordeal, despite his many assurances that he was not. He still screamed like a girl when Fred and George bewitched the mirrors into reflecting him as a giant ferret…

Malfoy seemed to have something on his mind and no matter how many times I said 'spit it out', he just kept staring confusedly at the wall. So I jumped him and tackled him from his seat. Luckily for me, I landed on something soft…him. I pulled my wand out, told him I had gotten an N.E.W.T. in Transfiguration and that unless he wanted to be a furry blonde rodent for the rest of his life, he had better cough up what was on his mind.

He spilled.

Said he was wondering how I knew Zabini had said something about me. I rolled my eyes and told him the walls around here weren't quite paper-thin, but they weren't sound-proof either. He looked a little guilty until I told him I was fine…upset, but fine.

He almost looked contrite when he asked me if he'd hurt me…saying what he said. I laughed and said of course not (I'm related to Fred and George…of course I'm a damn good liar), I was just a little depressed at having lost a terrific shag.

Malfoy smirked up at me, himself again, and said if I ever really wanted a terrific shag…I clocked him before he could finish that thought. Once he'd recovered from having the imprint of my fist in his face, he looked up at me, grinning (which I must imagine would have been rather painful, as I'd just banged up his jaw). I was slightly worried I might have done some serious damage.

He just sat there like an idiot, grinning at me. He said something about me not being a girl. I glared and stuck my chest out proudly, showing off what little I have. He swallowed, trying not to look, and said he hadn't meant it that way…he said he'd meant that I wasn't like other girls. He looked so damn admiring. I said I should hope not, especially if he was comparing me to Pansy Parkinson, the Pug.

He touched his jaw and said no other girl (besides Hermione) had ever dared to hit him. I said Hermione was a genius. He rolled his eyes and went back to his rhubarb pie, grinning ridiculously.

After a while, I got sick of Malfoy's weird grinning. I told him to get a life and gave him the address of my flat. He's not too bad for a rotten ferret…