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Recap;
Harry and Arabella snogged
Draco and Hermione snogged
Harry and Arabella keep snogging
Story
When Harry, Hermione, Arabella, and all the Weasleys got back to the OOP headquarters, things were in a state of disarray.
Harry and Arabella were either flirting or snogging every five minutes, which caused Fred to burst of laughing, making him fall into Hermione, who was still seething about having to snog Draco, so she screamed at him, and Ron valiantly joined the battle on her side, causing George to side with Fred, leading to a full out hex war.
'WILL YOU BEHAVE?' Snape snapped, then stopped when he saw Arabella.
'AAAAHH! The greasy wonder lives amoung us! HELP ME!' She screamed, then burst out laughing. 'Ehmagawd, that is soooo creepy. That really isn't Snape is it? Snape, the Moldie worts lover?'
Harry winced. This was going to be a problem, especially since Snape was a spy.
'Errr, yaah, that is Snape.' He muttered.
Arabella went very still. She slowly got up, her eyes like ice. Her face was an expressionless mask, like what a normal Slytherin Ice Princess should look like.
'Well, I guess everyone is not what it seems. Is this one of those things that I'm supposed to pretend I don't know about?' She asked. 'I talked with Dumbledore before, and he said that this was the Headquarters for the anti-Voldie movement, and I might see and hear some things I shouldn't talk about. Right. Kay, pretending the living grease ball didn't just walk in front of me.' She shook her head then said, 'so, when's dinner?'
'You know, that girl is beginning to grow on me.' Ron commented after Arabella, Ginny, and Hermione went upstairs.
'How can you not like her? She hates Snape?' Harry grinned.
'So I guess that you and she are a little more than friends?' Fred grinned.
'Yeah.' Harry said lazily, still lying on the floor. 'I guess we are.'
Upstairs, things were a little interesting.
'You guys, I have to tell you something.' Ginny glanced nervously at the two.
Hermione sat up on her bed, looking concerned 'What, Gin? Are you pregnant?'
'No she isn't, are you?' Arabella asked.
'No. Remember first year?'
'You're in love with Harry?' Hermione asked.
'Hey, he's mine!' Arabella complained.
'No, it's not that, I am glad that you and he are together.'
'So what is it?' Hermione and Arabella demanded together.
'WAIT!' Arabella screamed.
Ginny blinked at her.
'What?'
'It's not, not…' Arabella looked horrified, and dived at Ginny's desk. She wrenched the top draw open, and yanked out a diary.
'Ginny, you didn't…' Hermione gasped.
'Dammit, Ginny, this is Moldie Voldie we're talking about, not some random guy!' Hermione screeched, yanking the book open.
The other two girls blinked at her. 'What are you going on about, Hermione?' Arabella asked confusedly.
Hermione blinked. 'What are you talking about?'
Arabella flipped through the diary. 'Haa! You do! I knew it knew it knew it! You are in luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeee with Blaise!'
Hermione smiled. She had been afraid of something else.
'Yaah.' Ginny blushed. 'I just realised today. I wanted to tell you guys, so you wouldn't kill me if I asked him out.' She looked at them. 'You won't, will you?'
'You bet we won't, Gin!' Arabella chirped. 'In fact, we will help you!'
'We will?' Hermione looked alarmed.
'Duh.' I replied. 'Right, so we have to talk with Blaise. Or get them together subtly. Maybe I'm being chased by Draco and I knock into them and accidentally shove them into a closet all by themselves and no-one notices. Or maybe we all slowly walk backwards while they talk together. Oh, the possibilities!' Arabella was having the time of her life. It was her specialty , getting people together. That and manipulating them.
'You have to be subtle about it!' Ginny cried.
'Of course.' Hermione said, still looking utterly bewildered. 'Course we will.'
'Let's go now!' Arabella said, pulling on the two girls arms. As they left, no-one noticed the diary that Arabella had accidentally knocked to the floor. On its cover it was written Tom Avalvo Riddle.
Sorry, but I just love cliffies! It gives me time to come up with what happens next!