Shake My Body All Night

James Longbottom, unsuspecting Head Boy, needed to find Bianca Weasley. He couldn't find her anywhere, so he sighed and plopped down on the floor of the entrance hall. (The last place he'd checked was the quidditch pitch.) Then he remembered—over the summer his father, Neville, had told him about a room. What did he call it? The Room of Requirement! Supposedly if you walked back and forth past it three times, thinking about what you needed, a door appeared, behind which was a room that contained it! His lips curved into a slow grin; this room could at least give him information on how to find Bianca.

The door appeared just as his father said it would; when he entered the room, however, he stopped abruptly. Two students were there already—snogging!

"What's going on here? No—don't answer that."

They turned to look at him, startled. The girl! She was—

"Bianca?"

"Er . . ." She blinked.

"What were you thinking!"

She smiled deviously, raising an eyebrow. James grimaced.

"Wait . . . I don't want to know."

"What do you want, Longbottom?"

James glanced at the boy and his eyes widened. "Bloody hell! Bianca!"

"What?" she asked, brown eyes staring at him innocently.

"He's . . . him."

"I know," she said with a derisive grin. Blaise Zabini smirked at him as well.

"He's a Slytherin!"

Her grin widened. "I know."

"He's evil, and--and bad."

Eyes glinting mischievously, she said, "Yes, he is." She turned back to the other boy. "He's very, very bad."

"Oh, Merlin. I'm going to be sick." He turned to leave.

"James?"

He turned back reluctantly. "What?"

"Did you need something?"

"Er . . . Professor Flitwick was wanting to talk to you."

Bianca groaned. "Okay, I'll be right there. Thanks."

"No problem."

After James exited the room, shuddering, Bi looked at Blaise with a frown. "I suppose I should go fill my Head Girl duties."

He grinned. "Oh, but you are," he said, pulling her close to him.

"No, really, Blaise," she said, smiling. "I'm apparently the most dependable, reliable, responsible girl. And—stop laughing!" But she then laughed with him.

"Yeah, right."

"Well, I must keep them thinking that, at least."

When Professor Flitwick heard the Head Girl walk into his classroom, he looked up at her and smiled.

"Ah, Bianca. I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Yes Sir?"

He gestured toward a desk in front of the classroom. "Have a seat."

She sat, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"Bianca, it has come to the attention of the faculty that several of the students are leaving for hours at a time on weekends."

"I don't understand, Sir," she said, forcing herself to maintain a neutral reaction. "What's that got to do with me?"

"You see, Bianca, we, the rest of the faculty and I, were wondering, with your being Head Girl and being as popular as you are, if you would get to the bottom of it for us?"

Bi raised an eyebrow in mock-confusion. "Of course professor. I'll do what I can."

Professor Flitwick smiled gratefully. "Thank you Bianca. We knew we could count on you."

"Uh-huh . . ."

When Bianca left, she immediately headed up to the dorm room. Tiger Lily was there, concentrating on some parchment. Bianca shook her head, smiling to herself.

"Really, TL. Is he all you ever think about?"

Tiger shook her head. "Huh?"

Bianca gestured to her cousin's parchment. "You're looking at those pictures again."

Tiger Lily looked down. "Oh no. This is a letter. He has the pictures."

For a moment, Bianca just looked at the brunette, then she started laughing. While trying to regain her composure, she said, "Anyways. Not to ruin the moment or anything, but we have a slight problem."

Tiger Lily grew serious and looked apprehensively at her cousin. "What?"

"Flitwick just called me into his office and informed me that several of the students are leaving campus." Green eyes widened. "They want me to find out where they're going."

"Oh no!" Tiger said, her face dropping into her hands. Then she said in a muffled groan, "What are we gonna do?"

Bianca sounded as defeated as Tiger Lily. "There's only one thing we can do."

The other looked up quickly. "No, Bi – We can't!"

"We have to. I don't want to either, but we have no other choice." She sighed loudly and pouted, sending Bianca mournful eyes. "Two to three weeks tops."

She sighed. "Fine. I'll let everyone know."