See part one for disclaimers.

Part B is Ginny's POV.

Why does no one review? But then I remimber. I told you not to review.

-

12:09:24

She kissed me once you know.

Just one little time. It's a silly story really. It was a few days after graduation and we were having this little party. Just the two of us.

A little drinking and a lot of talking. Apparently it was her first time with a nice strong alcohol, because Luna went straight through wobbly intoxication, and right into the classic bubbly giggly drunk.

And she told me she loved me.

Then she kissed me.

It would be a lie to say I pushed her off immediately though. A bigger lie to say that I don't think about the kiss every day or so.

But I'm not going to tell her I love her back.

That was probably just the alcohol talking anyhow. She doesn't even remember what happened, and as long as she's happy, I'm happy.

... And the really sad part about it is, I don't even like bananas that much.

Sure the vanilla ice cream is okay, and I love the butterscotch, but really the bananas are just... a waste of good ice cream.

Of course, I eat it anyway. It is what Luna orders, and I don't really want to contradict her. She's actually very set in her ways.

Did you know she rolls her sundae's cherry around in caramel and whipped cream before she eats it? The same way every time, every Sunday. She wraps her lips carefully around the fruit, and gently sucks the flesh into her mouth.

She has no idea how beautiful she looks when she does it either. I'm not even sure she realizes she's doing it.

I have to close my eyes this time. It's embarrassing enough when Hemione catches me fantasizing about anyone at the office, doing something like that in public would just seem insane. Especially to an old girlfriend.

I mean girl. Who is a friend. Not actually girl-friend.

Not that I'd mind at all if she was my girlfriend, I'm just being realistic.

I mean, for one, I'm a horrible person.

No really.

Why, just this week, I had to press Percy for more information. "Press" is our departments slang word for torture. Hermione specialized in demons, Harry even with his mental training couldn't get accurate information, and Ron wouldn't even want to know we pulled our brother out of the hole again.

So it was just left to me and Draco. I am a registered healer, so that didn't seem out of line, but Malfoy had to stop me at least twice this week. Once when I started peeling his muscles back, layer by layer. Again when I started healing a cut over his eye, letting scar tissue swell and grow into place.

I'm not a good person.

I said Tom made me kill those chickens back in the first year, and that's half true.

He didn't control my body to do it. He just nagged me into doing it. And I kind of liked it.

In almost the same way I got depressed because Draco stopped me before I could expose my older brother's bone.

With the same voice that says killing a few people would be good, and that kidnapping Luna would be a great idea.

The fact that just under the table, my wand is already in hand scares me. I don't remember pulling it, but it takes every piece of my reserves not to take action immediately. Not yet any way.

I want her to finish licking the caramel off her fingers.

I can't understand most of what she talks about. It's all math co processors and alternators and gobbly gook. I think Hermione would be able to at least follow her, but I still like letting her tell me about her week Her voice bobs and dances as she speaks. Her eyes sparkle, and for just a few moments I actually feel just like a normal twenty something year old, not some wicked witch who people tell children about to make them behave.

That's why I almost feel bad when the wand flashes, and I turn her into a hamster.