Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Although, I have been told how brilliant I am like Rowling herself. –rolls eyes-

Summary: There's a note in this chapter. A note that mainly will begin everything. A note that will begin a war. A note that is so horrible, so cheesy, and yet so- It's a note. And Ginny kicks some butt in this chapter.

Author's Notes: Thank you to all my reviewers! I love you guys! Beware of this chapter, and I am sorry it wasn't out before. Bad author, bad! Well, I won't talk your ear off… so… yeah. ((!UOY LLIW WEIVER))

Chapter II - - Seven Sheets to the Wind

Ginny opened her light brown eyes to find a figure looming over her. The figure had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Ginny tried to focus her vision in order to get a better look at the person, but her vision was quite impaired. Noticing other people in the room, she shot strait up from a- bed? That's what it looked like. Although, in Ginny's case, it might have been a spare couch.

"Who are- are you?" She stuttered. "Ple-please tell me that- that Nott didn't do-"

"He didn't do anything," a girl said. It was the same girl that had the blonde hair. "I broke his nose for you, though. Couldn't take no for an answer."

"-Thanks. So, who are- who are you?"

"Parkinson. But you can call me Pansy."

"Oh. So which- is it?" Ginny asked, dizzily looking around the room.

"Pansy," Pansy laughed. She then said something to another blonde that Ginny couldn't understand. She was going too fast. "Draco, why did you let her drink anything that Nott gave her? You know you can't mix muggle and wizard's drinks without getting sloshed. You're luck that it'll neutralize itself in a bit!"

"Sloooshed." Ginny laughed, clutching her head. "That's a very funny word."

"I didn't see her drink anything. She said she wanted to have a conversation by herself." The other blonde answered, shaking his head and trying to hold in his laughter.

"Yes, you did. I specifically remember you cheering her on. 'C'mon, Weasel. You can drink another, can't you? No? You're such a goody Gryffindork…' You knew she had a fight with her brother earlier. You're such an ass, did you know?"

Draco ignored her and continued his defense. "How was I supposed to know that she'd never did it before?"

"She's a Weasley, for Christ's sake! You knew by her second drink, you liar. She was begging for a headache reliever and practically hanging all over you saying, 'Mal- Ferret, can I have a sobering potion? I feel sick!' Why didn't you help her?"

"I had better things to do then bother with Potter's little girlfriend and-"

"Potter? That sounds funny. Pooter. Potty Potter." Ginny began to giggle continuously and suddenly hung her head over the bed. With one large cough, she hurled all over the floor. She began to cry as she coughed again. Pansy quickly grabbed the edge of Draco's robes and wiped Ginny's mouth.

"Ugh!" Draco exclaimed and threw his cloak on the floor. He grabbed a hair tie off Pansy's dresser and walked back to a now silent Ginny. He sat on the bed next to her and gathered her hair into a neat hair tie.

"What are you doing?" Pansy laughed, pointing at his glaring face.

"I'm making it so she doesn't puke in her hair, Pans. What does it look like? We need to return her to the Gryffindor commons in as good condition as possible- for a Weasley. That and it really smells. Clean up the mess on the floor." He replied, finishing with her hair. It was surprisingly in a tight bun, as to not let any hair get in her face.

"Whatever. Sounds like you've had a few drinks of your own." She replied, and vanished the mess. As soon as Draco had put down his hands, Pansy shoved him off the bed and took his place.

"What do people call you?" Pansy asked her. She knew her name was Ginevra from Blaise, but also knew she didn't go by that.

"Gin," she replied slowly.

"Like the drink?" Blaise came into the room with a potion in his hand. He was wearing a bright grin until he looked at Ginny.

"Did you bring the sobering potion, idiot?" Pansy demanded and rolled her eyes.

"No. Snape was out. Said to give her this. It's a headache reliever." Blaise handed Pansy the bottle and stood over by Draco.

"Does he know it's her?" Pansy asked, uncorking the bottle and holding up Ginny's head.

"No. But he will in the morning. Why?"

"Never you mind. Just tell me, why did you bring her here? She's already got a cold from her wet self… being in a ROBE and all." Pansy poured the liquid slowly into her mouth, instructing her to swallow.

"We didn't do anything. I wanted to bring her here to ask her something."

Draco batted his eyes and pretended to giggle. "Aw, that's so sweet, little Blaisie. All in love with the little Chinese Fireball… So this is your fault."

"Shut up, Drakey. It's not like I actually see you at least attempting to get a girl. But- I suppose you're just waiting for Potter." Blaise smirked and folded his arms.

"Oh, what gave you that impression?"

"Easy. You're always fighting with him and picking on him. Makes me sick, actually."

"Don't say that word in front of Weasel!"

"And why not?"

"She'll get sick!"

"And since when do you care?"

"I don't."

"Good then… Sick. Sickity sick sick sick! Sick as a dog. Sick as Malfoy kissing Potter!"

And at that, Ginny promptly threw up. The idea of Malfoy kissing Potter was horrifying. She managed to choke out, "Look what you did! Ugh, you two make me sick!"

They quickly sat down on two trunks at the end of some nearby beds and didn't say anything.

Ginny was seemingly better and less 'out there' than they had expected. She hadn't drunk anything since twelve thirty, and it was now on the verge of four. She yawned and rubbed her head. Ginny was still in a state of shame and began to giggle again.

"Did Draco tell you not to drink anything when you first got here?" Pansy asked and wiped her weary eyes.

"Who named who Draco? That's a pretty weird name."

"Well, so is Ginevra." Malfoy retorted.

"Do you have a blanket? I'm cold." Ginny asked, shivering a bit.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. Here, let me get my wand."

A few seconds later, Pansy pointed her wand at Ginny. Ginny's robe was replaced by pajamas. Ginny gave a small smile and said, "Thanks, um…. What was your name again?"

"You're welcome," Pansy chuckled, covering her up with a blanket and tucking her in. "Sleep well, little Chinese Fireball. You have quite the high alcohol tolerance without drinking all that fire whiskey. But I do say, you'll be breathing fire in the morning."

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Ginny had a vague idea of what might have occurred last night. Especially since she had a splitting headache and there were bodies sleeping all over the floor. She opened her eyes slowly, now taking in the general appearance of Pansy and the other seventh year Slytherin girl's dorm room. It had a dreary setting with lit candles, as if putting grotesque flowers and moving pictures all over the walls would help.

She was currently sleeping in the same bed as… Parkinson?

Holy Bleeding Hell.

Her mouth dropped open and she automatically pulled the fine down feather blanket off of her body. She was clothed, thankfully. But where in Merlin's beard had she gotten green silk pajamas? The cursed things themselves had to be worth galleons more than she'd ever had in her pocket at one time.

Her eyes wandered over to Parkinson whose hand was wrapped around some Slytherin's tie. Ginny's eyes widened, and she continued to look around the dorm.

Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were lounging on the floor, Draco reading a book, and Blaise reading a magazine. Ginny didn't bother to read the titles, for fear of getting sicker by the moment. They didn't notice her almost going completely out of her mind.

She put her bare feet on the floor and felt them freeze. She extracted them and wondered if there was a bathroom in the dorm. Ginny stepped across the frozen ground to the opposite end and was pleased to find a small bathroom. She opened the door and gave an exasperated sigh. She felt right about to hurl, and here someone was, bent over the toilet sleeping. Ginny rolled her eyes and manhandled the poor girl, dragging her out of the room by her waist. She didn't wake up, surprisingly. Her head hit the hard floor with a thump.

As soon as the offender was outside the door, Ginny flushed the toilet and reached for some paper. She rubbed it around the edges of the seat, feeling more like hurling by the second. And she did.

Wiping her mouth on a towel on the sink, she could care less if their towel was now- well, disgusting. It was clean before, that was for sure. She rinsed off her face and ran her fingers through her hair, too afraid of using the hairbrush of the girl who had been here before her. Millicent didn't look like the most hygienic person to hang out with. For certain.

She exited the bathroom to see Malfoy and Zabini both looking at her with the same expression. It was amusement. She was feeling a rather large migraine starting to throb throughout her head, and this whole ordeal angered her. Ginny turned fully to them both and held up an offending finger, one on each hand. "Go screw a boggart."

"Wouldn't work," said Blaise, looking even more amused.

"And why is that?"

"Because you're the scariest thing on this earth, Red." Draco smirked.

"Our worst nightmare." Blaise added in.

"Care to help?" Draco asked with a look of pure gratification plastered on his face.

"You know what? Go screw yourselves!"

"Aw, our little Chinese Fireball is cranky. But wouldn't we need help with that too?" Blaise asked with a grin and gave Draco a high five.

Ginny rolled her eyes and muttered, "You're trying harder than Nott."

Making her way back to the bed, she sat down and contemplated her options. It was in that instant where Pansy decided to let out a loud yawn and wake up.

"Hey, Gin. You feeling okay?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

This was not turning into a good morning.

"Um- Parkinson, I think I'm fine." She then began to mutter to herself incoherently. "I'll be fine as soon as I close my eyes and kill someone. Forgive me father."

"Do you need more headache potion?" Pansy asked.

"No thanks, I'll be fine. But do you have a weak sleeping draught? That way I can have enough time to get back to the tower without falling on my arse."

"No, but I think Draco does." Pansy replied and then headed off toward the bathroom.

After a silent two minutes, Ginny restlessly shrieked, "Well!"

"Fine, Weasel. No need to take your pants off…" Draco muttered and headed toward his own Head room somewhere downstairs.

"Well, we're all alone, Ginny baby…" Blaise winked at her.

Ginny was literally stunned. "One word: No."

"That was actually three, honey. But I can take a hint. I'll just try harder."

Ginny's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Blaise put down his magazine and walked over to her. Sitting gingerly next to her on the bed, he gave her a small smile and took hold of her hand.

'This is not happening. I am not going to throw up. Oh gosh. His hand is cold. Why can't I remember last night? And WHY is Blaise Zabini, probable Death Eater hitting on me? No, he can't be. He's- Stop. Put your hand back where it came from mister!'

"Put your hand where it belongs," said Ginny sternly. She yanked her hand out of his own and took a look of offense. "I barely know you. And Zabini-" Ginny was interrupted by another voice. This one was much more annoying than Blaise.

"Quite tired, aren't you, Weasley? Just itching to go to bed..." The Ferret Boy handed her a midnight blue bottle that was corked. She rolled her eyes and held it out in front of her, watching the contents splashing about.

"Well?" he ushered, mocking her from earlier.

"I'll take it in a bit. How long does it take to kick in?"

"Fifteen minutes. Are you sure you want to be missing the Holiday Quidditch Bowl practice for the day?" He sneered at her.

Ginny bit her lip. "Well... there's a first time for everything."

Suddenly, Pansy came running up to them from out of the bathroom, clutching what looked to be a school uniform.

Ginny looked at her incredulously.

"Gin, try this on."

Ginny caught what was definitely a Slytherin girl's school uniform. She noticed a normal skirt that all the girls in the other houses wore, and the same white blouse. The robe that she was handed was very different. It had a serpent in the crest, wrapping around its center. The robe itself had a sense of... rebelliousness. Maybe it was because it belonged to Pansy. It was a nice robe, though. It sounded strange to Ginny, that she would even think that. The robe was not from Madam Malkins. Probably from some high class boutique. There was a pair of plain white stockings that had a band of green on the edge of their rims. The tie was the thing that startled Ginny and shook her out of her reverie. Bands of silver and green were alternated at an angle.

"No," was Ginny's defiant response.

"C'mon, Ginny baby, you'd look great-"

"My. Name. Is. Not. Ginny. Baby. It. Is. Weasley. Only Weasley. If I catch you calling me that again, I will make sure that you won't be able to eat solid foods for a month." Her lips were pursed, and she wore an exasperated look.

"Can't you at least try it on?" Pansy frowned and looked pointedly at the clothing.

"Why should I? They took my bloody robes and now I'm wearing- this?" She motioned to her silk pajamas.

"You don't understand. I transfigured your robe into those pajamas. So, either you wear it, or you walk out of here with those pajamas." Pansy's eyes danced with amusement as she watched Ginny's crossed face.

"Fine. Bloody effing fine." Ginny muttered.

She got off of the bed and traveled to the bathroom again, not paying any attention to the poor victims that met her feet. She slammed the bathroom door shut and took off her pajamas. She quickly put the outfit on, noting how horribly it turned out when she had actually trusted Zabini. Failing to straiten her tie, she gave up and pulled it out of the vest type sweater that went over her blouse. Ginny looked in the mirror and stuck out her tongue. How awful. She pulled the skirt on and the robe with nervousness. Fastening the robe, she thought that she would probably get accused for stealing a Slytherin uniform.

She rolled her eyes and pulled on the stockings, almost tripping over herself. She then took it upon herself to look in the mirror.

Merlin, did she look awful!

She had dark circles under her eyes, and her skin was unusually pale. She had a green tinge to her cheeks that certainly didn't compliment her frazzled and tangled hair. She looked ready to hurl right there.

Shutting her eyes in tiredness, she opened the door and stepped out. Ginny walked over to the bed, grabbed the potion, and turned to Pansy.

"I'll have your robe and outfit back by tomorrow. Thank you for the potion, I appreciate it." Ginny then turned to walk down the staircase from the girl's dorm, wondering how the hell Zabini and Malfoy had made it up there.

But that wasn't the problem of the moment. Her eyes followed a flickering candle which was right next to a great grandfather clock. It read half past six.

Ginny let out a muffled scream and heard heavy footsteps behind her.

"What is it, Ginny? Are you okay?" Came Pansy's panicked voice.

"I'm- fine." She felt the urge to scream but suppressed it. This was way too early to be up. It was way too early to be anywhere near them. And it was damn sure too early for Nott to be stirring from his sleep. She quickly side stepped and quieted.

Ginny prayed he wouldn't wake up, but a voice soon changed her opinion.

"Oh, look. Weasel's trying to avoid her boyfriend."

Ginny rolled her eyes and crept over to Nott, making sure to be quiet. He was still partially asleep. She lowered herself down to his ear and put her mouth by it.

"Oh, Theo. Guess what I hear?" Her voice was gaining volume. "Patil and Brown are running around. STARKERS!"

At that opportune moment, Theodore was jolted awake. And he seemed shocked to see Weasley's little sister bent over him, chuckling with laughter. "Get up," the Weasel said quietly, going back to a standing position.

He reluctantly lifted himself off the floor. Ginny noticed that his nose was a dried bloodied mess.

"Who broke your nose? And you've really done a bad job on wrapping it up, you know…" She felt slightly guilty because she knew he deserved it. Yet-

"I did," said Pansy, a blush coming to her cheeks.

"Pansy!" exclaimed Nott, looking taken aback. At his outburst, some of the few bodies lying along the floor stirred.

"Never you mind her. I have to ask you something. Did you think it was okay, to try and take advantage of me while I was seven sheets to the bloody wind? You demented piece of filth. You know what, Nott? I think I'll finally give you the attention your poor little soul deserves." And with her rant at its end, she thrust her foot upward.

Theodore Nott fell backward, clutching his groin.

And the last thing she remembered before she blacked out (which was happening a lot lately) was a voice yelling, "Hurry up and write a note!"

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"Ginny… Ginny… GINNY!"

She snapped her head up and noticed she was at the long holiday table surrounded by Harry, Ron, Hermione, Colin, and Neville. There were more people around them, scooting farther toward them on the benches.

"What the hell?" Ginny blinked and let her mouth open a bit. "Why am I here? Where's Nott?"

"What are you talking about? You're in a lot of trouble. Your- why- are- Ginny- insane-" Ron was mumbling incoherently, his face giving Vernon Dursley a run for his money.

"What he means to say, why- Why were you out last night, Ginny? Is something wrong? Do we need to help you?" Amazingly, this came from Lavender Brown. She looked sincerely worried. Ginny mentally winced. She still had a large headache and now her whole house thought her to be mentally disturbed?

"I'm not crazy!" Ginny yelled. She rolled her eyes as they gave her a strange look. Then she noticed that somebody had bound her hands.

"Ginny, I think you have some explaining to do." Harry said with concern

Ginny's eyes widened as she was handed a note from Harry. Unable to catch her breath after she read it, she croaked out, "Ferret boy!"

A few people along the table looked at her struggling to get out of her bindings. She looked wild, her hair falling into her face. "I swear to Merlin you had better run. I'll kill you!" Her eyes violently searched the table and fell on a platinum haired boy who was getting up the table at a swift speed. "This is war!"

"MALFOY!"

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My Little Chinese Fireball,

It seems that the three of us are already missing you. Last night was a blast. Really, we should do it again sometime. But next time, I want to be the one who gets to dance with you on the table. I had no idea you were so- wild. My favorite part had to be after your five shots of Hag Blood. I'll never forget it.

What a night we had together, eh? I'm always up for some more one on one action, as my companion seemed to be making me share you. Keep the robes by the way, I simply find them irresistible, as well as you. You were fantastic last night, and the best company I've had in nights. We should really go out by the lake at night; would you like to ride my broom?

Well, you know where to find me, and I'll bet you're up for it.

And I'm always up for that boggart, Red.

If you're wondering who pushed your clothes in the water, think about all the people who could have invisibility cloaks.

Your Hungarian Horntail

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Author's Notes: Yes, I am sorry that I haven't updated in forever. What's my excuse this time, you ask? Well, I recently found out how to use Photoshop. And my other excuse… I was a little disappointed at the lack of reviews. Please drop me a review, you don't have to write that much. But I love feedback, and yes, it does encourage me to get more chapters up.

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- Mellia Black