Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. We are not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.

A/N: Yes I know what Ginny did was slightly evil, but as a sister with a few brothers I know they deserved it.

Neville sat facing his hybrid rose. The plant had succeeded beyond his wildest imagination. In fact, offshoots had begun, something that he did not think would happen. He now had one main plant and six "babies." He had planned on giving the single plant to someone whom he knew was in love to make sure it bloomed, but now he could keep the rose. He had grown attached to it, after all. It was sort of like a child to him. He had created it, nurtured it and the thought of giving it away did cause him a bit of heartache. But still, that left the problem of how to test if his plant worked.

Suddenly an idea popped up like an explosion in potions. Smiling, Neville jumped up from his seat and ran to get some pots. Digging his fingers into the dirt, he began to repot the sprouts while mentally thinking of just the perfect people to test out the rose. If he worked quickly, he could get the plants to his victims before lunch.

Down in the Great Hall, Alaire watched with great amusement as Ron's eyes darted from just about everything back to his sister, who was sitting idly across from him with a knowing smirk on her face. Ron had already received a howler that morning from Ginny yelling at him 'How dare he?' and other such things. The howler had released some pretty large sparks near the end that might have singed his eyebrows off if Ron hadn't ducked under the table after opening the red envelope. Little did he know that the fireworks drowned out the sound of Ginny Weasley's voice whispering a curse that would take effect later.

For now, Ron shifted uncomfortably among the shreds of red paper and tentatively stabbed at his breakfast. He made sure to look at Ginny's face before taking a bite.

"Oh, for heavens sakes, Ron!" snapped Hermione, finally irritated at Ron tip-toeing around Ginny. "Ginny! What have you done to Ron? Look at the poor boy. He's Ron and he can barely eat!"

Ginny gave a Cheshire cat grin and then delicately took a sip of her soup. "My DEAR brother is simply going to have to wait, Hermione," she said calmly. "I am sure the rest of my CONCERNED brothers have all ready gotten their surprises by now."

"Are – are they in St. Mungos now?" Harry asked, himself a little uncomfortable by how calm Ginny was acting considering Draco was still in the infirmary.

"Don't worry. It wasn't anything fatal," she said smirking. "At least, not yet."

A loud gulp could be heard coming from Ron. A giggle escaped from Alaire.

"It's not bloody funny," Ron muttered.

"Oh, it will be," Ginny said getting up from her seat. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go visit Draco. Oh, and Ron do be sure to drink all your pumpkin juice."

Ron who had just taken a swallow from his goblet spit it out all over the table. Ginny's laughter rang through the hall. Ron looked up in disbelief.

"You're doomed," Harry said to his best friend as he looked on him with pity.

Ginny was deep in thought as she made her way to the infirmary during her free period to visit Draco. It had taken her several hours just for him to tell her what was the matter with him. Malfoy pride went a long way, except when he asked her to kiss it and make it better. She warned him at that point that the Weasley temper may just permanently detach what was injured if he kept acting smug and randy. He had winced and promised to be a good boy at least until a future wedding night. Ginny smiled to herself. God, she loved that man, but he was a smarmy git. She was broken out of her mental dialog by someone shouting her name.

"Ginny!" Neville said running down the hallway his arms full of small pots with plants in them.

"Neville, what on earth are you doing?" she asked taking some pots from his arms.

"I need you to help me out. This rose is a hybrid I've been working on and I need some test subjects."

"It doesn't eat anything or spew out any smelly, sticky or vile substances, does it?"

"No, I swear it doesn't. But, I need to give it to couples."

Ginny raised her eyebrow. "This isn't some sort of libido plant is it?"

Neville turned a bright shade of red. "No! Look, this rose was designed to bloom only when its owner was in love and I just want to test it out. So I decided to give one to you and one to Draco. Will you give deliver it since I know he won't take it from me?"

"You swear this won't do anything to him?"

"Ginny," Neville said struggling to hold the remainder of the plants. "I know you and your temper. Do you think I have a death wish?"

Ginny grinned in spite of herself. "I'll keep one and give Draco another one. But I'm not telling him why. We'll just see what happens, eh?"

Neville smiled brightly. "That would be great Gin. When they bloom, would you tell me and let me see it?"

"Sure."

"And can you give one to Ron for me too? I was planning on giving Hermione one and telling her it's a mystery plant."

"Ah, Hermione loves a challenge. She'll be spending all her free time trying to figure it out."

"That's the point. Do you think you can give one to Ron for me?"

"Trust me, Ron isn't going to take anything from me for a long while," Ginny said her eyes sparkling. "Just sit it by his bed and tell him it's in honor of his lost . . . well, honor!"

Neville gave her a wary look. "Ginny Weasley, you scare me."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Who else are you giving plants to Neville?"

"Well, besides you and Draco, Ron and Hermione, I was going to give one to Alaire and one to Harry. I want to keep the main plant for myself."

Ginny sighed. "Neville, do you think Alaire and Harry are in love?"

Neville shuffled his feet a bit. "Harry's Harry. I just have to assume that they are."

Ginny sighed and gestured for him to join her on a small bench. "Neville, have you ever noticed that anytime Alaire needs to talk she comes to you and not Harry? That every time you walk in the room, she stops whatever she's doing and says hello? That she lusts after your cashmere sweater and has hired me to steal it from you?"

After a moment's silence, he asked, "Did she tell you that?"

"Well, I'm not supposed to say anything but she did say that she thought you'd be tasty in whipped cream."

Neville couldn't help but blush. "Seriously, Ginny."

"Seriously, Neville. You need to open up your eyes. Alaire likes you."

Neville gave her a weak smile. "Yes, that's all nice but have YOU ever noticed who makes her laugh? Harry. Who takes her on adventures? Harry. Who does she go flying with? Harry. I can't compete with that. I'm just a bloke whose only talent is with plants, not girls." His eyes fell on the small plants in his lap.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny put one arm around Neville in a slight hug. "Yes, but Harry's a prat most of the time – you're not. Trust me, a girl wants a guy whom she can count on. There's a difference between flirting with someone for a good time and trying to get a relationship started. Harry might be fun but he's not you. Alaire wants to be more than just your best friend, Neville."

"But how can I be sure? I don't want to lose her friendship. She's the first person that's really been a friend besides you and Luna."

"Maybe, you should just drag her into a corner and kiss her! That would tell the tale, wouldn't it?"

"Wh-what?" Neville asked almost dropping his plants in shock. "I couldn't do that! What if I was rubbish?"

"Neville, you're not rubbish. I should know, remember? It took a couple of tries but you were a good kisser." Ignoring his blush, Ginny continued. "Part of me always wondered what would have happened if we had kept dating. You know what say, you have to watch the quiet ones.

"Now, you heard me," Ginny said as she released him. She gathered two plants in her arms and put her arm on the infirmary door. "Just go make a move, Neville. If you keep waiting, Harry will make a move first. And even if he's not Alaire's first choice," she let the statement hang in the air. " Go kiss her. Don't make me use a bat-boogey on you."

Neville paled as he watched the infirmary door close. It was best to never be on Ginny Weasley's bad side but it was heaven to be on her good side. Making sure he had a good grip on the rest of his plants, he set off to find Hermione and Alaire. By the end of the day, Neville had delivered all the plants. He didn't tell them what the plants were supposed to do. With a smile, he gave two to Alaire carefully watching her reaction. She smiled in gratitude, looked closely at the plant, tried to reason it out, and then gave him a hug. She had then given one to a reluctant Harry, whom she convinced it was a special tiding in America and it would be rude if he didn't accept it. Hermione had promised to give one to Ron after they finished "studying in the room of requirement." Neville chuckled knowing he would soon be able to see at least what one of the blooming flowers would look like.

After classes, Ginny made her way back to the infirmary to visit Draco again. He should be out of the infirmary sometime the next day, still she wanted to see what he was doing. She had only been visiting him for a half hour before the infirmary door flew open.

Alaire stood holding the door as Hermione floated a semiconscious Ron into the room.

"He's in shock, I think," Hermione said as Madam Pomfrey rushed over to them and helped Hermione get Ron onto a bed.

"Serves him right," Ginny whispered.

"Merlin, Ginevra! What did you do?"

"Just a little retribution, nothing much," she said shrugging.

A smirk graced Draco's lips. "Have I told you how much I love you when you act like a Slytherin?"

Ginny smiled and shook her head. Getting up, she made her way over to where Ron was placed. She peaked around the corner of the curtain as Hermione and Alaire stood nearby. Looking behind the curtain, Ginny saw Ron in just his pants curled up into a fetal position. He was rocking himself backward and forward muttering "I'm sorry. I won't do it ever again. I promise. Please, just . . ."

It was enough to make her smirk. Huffing, Hermione took hold of Ginny's arm and led her out into the hallway. Alaire followed. She didn't care if it was just plain nosiness. It was too good a scene to miss.

"I think he's in shock," Hermione said concerned. "And I want to know why! We were in the middle of something."

"I bet you were," Ginny smirked.

"What exactly did you do to your brothers, Ginny?" Alaire asked.

"You see the problem with brothers, at least most older ones, is that they tend to think of the physical implications only," Ginny smirked. "Hence why MY BOYFRIEND is currently in the infirmary with parts of him shrunken to the size of raisins."

"Oh, that's what the curse did," Hermione said in a sort of awe, before getting angry again. "But that doesn't explain what you did to Ron!"

"Well, I went for the physical AND emotional," Ginny said smiling.

"That was the whole impotency charm," Hermione said crossing her arms in front of her. "I already lifted that from Ron."

Ginny raised her eyebrow, but just shook her head. "Hermione, do you forget I am Fred and George's sister?"

Alaire watched as the head girl turned quite pale and her arms fell to her side. "Did me lifting the charm hurt Ron?"

"No," Ginny said nearly laughing. "The impotency charm was only the first step. There were two steps to that curse."

"That's beyond NEWT level charms," Hermione said in slight awe.

"Thank you," Ginny said with a slight bow. "My second curse you can thank dear old mum and Draco for. You see Draco, bless his small shrunken parts –"

Alaire could help but snicker at this. Ginny certainly had a very unusual and vindictive sense of humor, and she liked it.

"Anyway," Ginny continued. "He knew of a spell where you can link certain auditory messages to certain physical occurrences."

Hermione paled.

"My inspiration was from when I was just a wee child. It was a warm, balmy evening with just the hint of a rainstorm." She paused to seemingly reminisce.

"Ginny," Hermione growled.

"Anyway, when Bill was in school, he brought a girl home to the Burrow one summer. They decided to go for a late night swim sans clothes that night and mum caught them. She scolded him so bad. 'Have you no respect for women! I raised you better than this! I'll take my wand to your backside if I ever catch you doing this again with another girl unless she's your wife! Do you understand me!?'" Ginny mimicked. "And, believe me, hearing that every time you think about sex works better than any impotency spell ever will."

"That's brilliant. Deranged, but brilliant," Alaire laughed.

"How long will it last?" huffed Hermione.

Ginny shrugged. "I don't know. A week? A month? Honestly it's the first time I tried it. I am actually quite pleased. There is an antidote, but I haven't quite forgiven by DEAR brothers yet."

"Ginny, I –" Hermione's tantrum was cut short as Professor McGonagall rounded the corner and hurried toward them.

"Miss Weasley, would you come with me?" McGonagall asked.

"Is there anything wrong, professor?" Ginny asked innocently.

"I'm not entirely sure. All your brothers, with the exception of Ronald, have all flooed into the headmaster's office begging for sanctuary from you. They all are very shaken up over something."

"I bet they are," Ginny said under her breath as she followed her head of house up to Dumbledore's office..