The week had passed gloriously. Not only had Lavender, Pansy, and Ginny made plenty of cute little homemade cards for Neville, they had also completely caught up on the scrapbooking–enchanted wizarding world photos just tended to pile up in old boxes. Now all the moving people were horribly strapped down under stickers and photo tape. Oh, and laminated. So, for that week, the battle for Neville's heart been paused.

But alas, voting time had reared once more its ugly head.

They gathered to their spot on the beach–where they now kept all their cute beanbag chairs, and once again prepared to vote.

Little did that know that not only had the Sexy Hot Supernatural Chicks infiltrated the voting box, but so had American Idol's Simon.

Pansy screamed to the heavens when she saw what had become of the voting box. "It's... it's... mauve!" Hardly could she contain her sorrow.

Yes, the box had been painted a hideous shade of mauve.

"Who could have done this?" Lavender cried. "Who could be so cruel? Especially when mauve is so out?"

"Only one person could have done this!" Ginny said. "And it's–him!" She pointed across the beach at Simon, who was laughing most evilly.

Pansy gasped. "You can't be here! We voted you off last week! This is breaking all sorts of reality show rules except for that one season of The Bachelor with the creepy stalker chick!"

Simon immediately stopped laughing. "You... you voted me off?" His accent dropped, revealing his true Southern Utah voice. "How dare you vote me off!"

"We can vote whoever we please off this island!" Ginny snapped. "Dumbledore said so!"

"Yeah, well, Dumbledore was killed off in the last book!" Simon replied.

The girls stared.

"Darn," Lavender said. "Eh, it was his time to go. But that only means we have full control over this island!"

"That is true," Ginny said. "But it also means that Simon gave a spoiler and has possibly ruined the last book for so many! He must die!" And with that, she pulled out her handy-dandy scythe and leaped at Simon.

He gave a war cry and pulled out a microphone.

While that battle commenced, Pansy and Lavender cast their votes and proceeded to check the ballot box.

The result was horrifying. Despite the fact that Pansy and Lavender were the only ones voting, the mauve box was full of slips paper.

After much with the counting, it was determined that since the SHSC had made equal copies of the surviving girls' names, Ginny was too busy fighting Simon to vote, and Pansy and Lavender had attempted to vote each other off... Ginny was the only one who did not get voted off the island.

In essence, she had won.

Except at that very moment of victory, even before she learned she had won Neville, Simon lobbed off her head with his microphone.

"No!" Pansy and Lavender cried in unison. "That means nobody won!"

"And now we're trapped on this island," Simon said bitterly.

To be trapped on an island with Simon was the most horrible type of torture. Fortunately, at that moment, a meteor conveniently struck Simon and killed him much wickedly.

Lavender stared wistfully across the lake. "I guess the only thing we can do now is find a way to get back to Hogwarts."

"But they probably closed it due to Dumbledore's awful death," Pansy pointed out. "But that means..."

"Party in an empty school!" Lavender shouted in jubilation. She and Pansy exchanged high-fives.

"But what about the ghosts?" Pansy asked. "And the remnants of all the other girls that were killed over Neville?"

"Oh, I know exactly what to do about them!" whispered a mysterious yet familiar voice.

And Luna materialized before them, alive and unharmed, clutching a deadly–

"Hair dryer?" Pansy asked dubiously.

"This is an ancient hair dryer that has been passed down through the centuries," Luna explained. "I found it when I slipped on an invisibility cloak last Christmas and made everyone think I had evaporated or something. First of all, I will use it to summon up the spirits of Fleur, Ginny, and Padma. They will be most useful in the conquering of Hogwarts."

To Be Continued...