A/N: I really didn't expect so many reviews for this story! Originally, it was only a one-shot, but now that I read over it, I realize I can't leave it off there. And it was so well recieved that I just had to get out another chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and I hope you like this chapter! Oh, and my birthday is this coming Saturday! Just thought I'd add that, because it makes me happy.

Beta'd by Lena and Jessica.

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Chapter Two:

Kathryn, one of Ginny's dorm mates, woke up the next morning to see Ginny face down on her desk. She got up as close as she thought safe, and yelled, "Ginny!"

"Wha...?" Ginny said as she bolted up from the desk. Kathryn started laughing uncontrollably. "Would you stop laughing?" Ginny asked as she began to really wake up.

"Gin, honey, go look in the mirror. It's spectacularly hilarious." Kathryn grabbed her shower bag and left the room, still laughing.

"What the bloody hell is that bint talking about?" Ginny asked herself as she raised from her chair. Looking in the mirror, she gasped. Apparently, she had fallen asleep on top of her essay, and the ink had stained her left cheek. "Bloody hell!" Ginny grabbed her own shower bag and continued to the bathroom, furious at falling asleep at her desk. Her back hurt, she hadn't gotten a proper nights' sleep, and now her face was acting as parchment.

She sighed as the water started coursing down her bare back. Finally, she was feeling a little clearer and could process thoughts.

Unfortunately, that wasn't such a good thing, she realized as the memories of the night before came rushing back to her.

Potions book, invisibility cloak, Draco Malfoy, boggart, her and Harry. . .

Her headache came rushing back times three.

She finished her shower quickly and fixed the facial issue without much problem. She dressed quickly and made her way down to breakfast. She would never figure out what to do about this without the assistance of her best friend: Colin Creevey.

Rushing into the Great Hall, she saw him. "Colin, I need to talk to you now. Immediately, at this very moment, emergency!" she squealed as she sat down next to him.

"What is it, Gin? What's so urgent?" Colin asked, stuffing a biscuit in his mouth.

"Let me add privately to my earlier statements," Ginny replied, eyes narrowing as she stole a piece of bacon from his plate.

"Why privately?" he asked as he watched Ginny nibble his bacon.

"For the simple reason that no one needs to know any of this, and I'm not supposed to know any of this, and you need to tell me what I should do with this information." Ginny stood abruptly, grabbing Colin's hand and dragging him out of his seat. "Library, now," she stated sternly.

Colin followed the blazing redhead.

They had a seat near the back of the library, very near the Restricted Section. Ginny looked around suspiciously before she started hitting her head on the table.

"Gin! Stop that!" Her eyes narrowed and lips pursed once again as she momentarily looked up at Colin. "You'll put red marks on your forehead."

"Colin, I saw something last night. Something you won't believe unless you had seen it yourself. Now, I didn't get a picture or anything, so you're just going to have to take my word for it. I don't know what to do with the knowledge of what I saw. Now, please, promise me you will believe whatever I have to say," Ginny told him in a hushed, but urgent, voice.

"Gin, I've always believed you whenever you've told me something. What could be more unbelievable than my stuffed hippo coming to life every night to eat my pictures?" Colin laughed.

"Trust me, you'll not believe me. Just say you promise?" Ginny's face was grave, with no sign of humor.

"I promise, I guess. Could you just tell me what it is already?" Colin was very confused, not to mention curious at what could possibly be so serious.

"Last night, I forgot my Potions book in Snape's classroom. You know, we have that big essay due today?" Colin nodded. "Well, I went back to get it, with the assistance of an invisibility cloak."

"Ginny! Did you steal Harry's cloak again?" Colin accused.

"No!" she cried, then looked sheepish. "I did ask this time. Didn't want him to freak out when it came up missing again. He still said no, but he knew who had it this time." Ginny smiled. "But, that's not what I wanted to tell you. Anyway, I got to the classroom, and Draco Malfoy was in there. I spotted my book beside the potion he was making, but I saw a boggart in the back of the classroom. He had to fight it and all, but it spun into two figures! Me and Harry! I about choked when these figure started kissing! Could you imagine? Me and Harry! Yuck!" Ginny grimaced as if she was actually in pain at the mere thought of her and Harry kissing.

"Ginny, what's the point?" Colin wanted her back on task.

"Oh, well, Colin, don't you see? Draco's biggest fear is me and Harry together! And after the boggart disappeared, he returned to his seat saying something about Bloody Potter getting the girls the normal guys want. I don't know why he would say something like that." She stopped talking and looked at Colin. "What do you think, Colin? Why in the world would Malfoy say something like that?"

He started laughing.

"Colin! This is serious!" Ginny cried out, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

"Draco," laugh, "Malfoy," laugh, "is," laugh, laugh, "in love," laugh laugh laugh, "with a Weasley!" He continued to laugh.

"Well, I can see you're going to be of no help whatsoever!" Ginny said, standing beside him in a fury. "I'm going to class. Join me when you've calmed yourself." She huffed past the table and disappeared in the stacks.

As Colin did finally calm down, said ferret walked out of the Restricted Section. Colin took notice at this and shut up completely.

"Heard it all, Creevey. Don't bother to cover it up," Draco sneered at the Gryffindor and walked to the other side of the table.

"I..I...I..." Colin stammered. Draco slammed his hands down on the table.

"Don't explain, don't give sad, badly composed excuses. Just make sure she doesn't inform the whole bloody school!" Draco yelled, still sneering at Colin. Madam Pince gave a stern look from her desk. "Old bag," Draco muttered, lowering his voice quite a few notches. "Thinks just because her and Snape have been going at it for the past month that she's all mighty. Delusional, and bloody disgusting, also." Draco shook his head, before turning back to glare at Colin. "Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Creevey, it's now your responsibility to make sure she keeps her mouth shut. If you happen to fail," Draco smirked at this thought, "just know that the consequences will not be to your liking." He raised one eyebrow to question the boy. "Got it, Mudblood?"

"Is it true?" Colin asked, a little dumbfounded.

"Is what true? That the consequences won't be good? Of course." Draco curled his nose up and narrowed his eyes at Colin.

"Malfoy, you know that's not what I mean," Colin said in a quiet voice. Although Draco hadn't physically attacked anyone for quite a while, he was still very intimidating for the Gryffindor.

"The boggart story she told?" Draco asked. "It is not your business what happened in the Potions room last night, Creevey. I knew she was there, though, but not until after she left. I mean, her Potions book, with her name on it, was there one second, and gone right after the incident. She's a sneaky one, as well as brave. Must have a bit of Slytherin in her." Draco smirked at where the little redhead had left, as if he could still see her retreating form.

"That didn't answer my question," Colin stated, trying to imitate the Slytherin's sneer, and pretending he didn't see the leering lust multiplying in the evil ferret's eyes.

Draco laughed at the attempt. "Too bad, Creevey. Just keep her quiet for right now. We'll work details like that out at a later date," Draco said, then blew past, out the door, robes billowing in a picture-perfect exit.

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