A/N Thank you all of my lovely reviewers!

Lec: Sigh, now you want to be in it? You already are! Pansy, of course evil smirk or Hermione. I mean, you're all studious, and I can make some creepy dude stalk her and then you're all set…

Boogie: The blob? Oh no! And you better not send the strange creature who has possessed the squid either (see story, mwa ha haa haaa). Yes, Gaydar is a strange and wonderful device. Most people aren't equipped with it (cough cough, Katie, lol lauren), but those that are are under the obligation to help the rest of womankind. All you have to do it stick out your arm and spin around. One your finger is pointing to a person of that sort, you start beeping. My friend Mike (who is the most flamboyant person I know) thinks it is the funniest thing. (disclaimer, I am not prejudiced!). Ahh, I think now I am rambling.

The Valar: Blink. Blink. Blink blink

To random anonymous person who reviewed: I'm surprised that they even let you send that review. I'm glad I have a lover from a far, but for your sake I really hope you're in an insane asylum. Your name wouldn't happen to be David would it….

This chapter is dedicated to Boogie, so no Blobs that like to eat towns and diners will come and eat me….

Viva the story! (If that makes any sense. I wouldn't know. I don't speak, erm, vivanese.)

Disclaimer: Draco says to tell you that I don't own anything. Cept him of course. Mwa ha haahaa

Seated in the Slytherin carriage, Arabella was calmly counting down the seconds until either Draco or Clavin yelled at her.

Threeeeeee

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

'ARABELLA!' Why the frick were you with the mudblood and the weaslette?' Draco snarled.

'It's Hermione and Ginny. And I was helping gathering information regarding the upcoming event.'

'What upcoming event?' Calvin demanded.

'You'll see.' Arabella smirked. 'Oh, and you can't flirt with Hermione!'

'Why not? And why are YOU telling ME what to do?' Calvin demanded,

'Because I'm trying to set up Hermione and Draco, and you're complicating everything.' Arabella explained, checking her reflection in the window.

'You are what?' Draco yelped.

'What have you done now?' Chris asked, followed by Blaise.

'And once again I am surrounded by older guys. Where's Pansy?' Arabella sighed.

'She's still arguing with Theo about who messed up their yes no fight.' Blaise replied. 'And what are you plotting?'

'Nothing, dear Blaise. Nothing at all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find my year mates.' With that, she flounced off, while the Slytherins tried to pretend they hadn't been staring at her chest the whole time.

In the Gryffindor area of the train, the conversation was a little tenser. 'GINNY, he's like, a year older than you!' Ron was yelling.

'So?'

'And he's my year mate! Dean and you just wouldn't make a good match!' Ron continued.

'I wasn't snogging DEAN, for crying out loud!' Ginny yelped.

'THEN WHO WERE YOU SNOGGING?' Ron yelled back.

About to reply that she had been merely off talking to Hermione and Bella before the prefect meeting, Ginny was stopped. She had just come up with a perfect plan to completely annoy her brothers, get rid of the ever-stalkerish Dean, and prove that she was once and for all over Harry.

'Blaise Zambini.' She replied.

For a moment she started worrying that perhaps Ron was going to die of cardiac arrest. His face had gone all red, and he seemed incapable of speech.

'You, (wheeze, wheeze) did (enormous gasps for air) what?'

Harry looked equally stunned. Wasn't Ginny supposed to be in love with him? Hold on a second!

Hermione decided that she ought to go to the loo, because Ron was going to spontaneously combust and she really didn't want to get Ron guts all over herself.

'Yes, I was off snogging Blaise. I'm just going to find him now, so ciao!' Ginny sprinted out. What had she done?

'So, then I was like, ehmagawd, what have you done to your hair? And Greg was like, erm, I dunno! He doesn't know! And I am his GIRLFRIEND, and have to look at his HAIR! The whole time!' Meredith was explaining. Linda, Regina, Pansy, Millicent, Arabella, Blaise, Greg, Vincent, Draco, Calvin, Chris, and Theo were all piled into one compartment, waiting until the train arrived.

'You know, I think Hermione misjudged the time. We won't be arriving for another hour.' Arabella commented.

After muttering about how mudbloods couldn't judge time, Meredith continued complaining about Greg's haircut.

'And LOOK at it. WHY did you HAVE to shave your head, luv?' She wailed.

Arabella rolled her eyes. Out of the four slytherin 6th year girls, Meredith was definitely the most ah-noying. She leaned against Draco, whom she was using as a back rest, and pulled his tea out of his hands.

'Hey!' he complained.

'Stuff it.' She took a sip. 'You spiked it? I HATE firewisky.' She gave it back, reached across, and grabbed Blaise's butterbeer. 'Much better.' Hmm, she thought, who was the random red head waving at her? Ginny?

'What's the matter?' She asked her Gryffindor chum once in the corridor.

'I just did the stupidest thing ever! I told Ron that I was snogging blaise, just to get him mad!' Ginny wailed.

'Calm down, Ginni-fer! It's not a problem!' Arabella grinned, the little hamsters in her heads running on their little wheels, meaning that she is thinking, meaning that the world is going to fall apart soon.

'Oy, Blaise! The mother of your unborn child is out here, and she's questioning your sexual orientation!' Arabella yelled.

'WHAT?' Blaise dashed out. 'I am not having any children with Abbot, and she should know that! I've only told her that about a 'undred times!' He came face to face with Ginny.

'Hey, Gin.' He grinned.

'Ignore Arabella. I actually do have a problem, and it is not me questioning your orientation, although if your gay, I will fully support you when you decide to come out of the closet…'

'Shut it, Weaslette. So what's the problem?'

'The problem is I accidentally told my brother that we were snogging.'

'We are? Well, that's great! Normally I've been told that I was shagging some random girl from some random party, 'cept I don't remember.'

'Shut up, you prat.' Arabella interjected.

'Yaah, well, I was trying to get him and Ron mad.' Ginny confessed.

'Hey, I have an idea!' Arabella squealed. 'How about you and Blaise pretend to go out, to make 'em mad?'

Ginny nearly groaned. So much for Arabella's tact and subtleness.

'Make 2/3 of the dream team mad? You bet!' Blaise grinned.

Arabella decided to go back in the cabin because she didn't especially like watching snog-age fests.