Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling so I don't own Harry Potter. But I own Jane Phoenix.

"DRACO! You ready yet? I thought you said you could get around the bathroom on your own already. You've been in there for almost two hours! Come on. Everyone's gone to Hogsmeade already," yelled Neville from outside the dormitory's bathroom. "And I'll lose my list walking around the room if I walk for another hour… I already lost it once and found it again!"

The bathroom door opened, revealing a fully-dressed Draco Malfoy, with his arms akimbo and holding his sunglasses in one hand.

"Excuse me for being visually handicapped. I dropped my stupid sunglasses behind the toilet bowl and had the time of my life trying to look for it," he said in a falsely polite voice and took a slight bow after he spoke. "Now, let's go."

They walked to where Filch was standing to clear the students before allowing them to leave Hogwarts. Along the way, Neville practised conjuring objects which just kept making Draco trip on it until the latter got so iritated, he cast a body-bind curse on him, pried the former's wand out of his hand and undid the spell. Draco begun to regret doing that to Neville because soon after he undid the spell, Neville started apologising repeatedly and begged for his wand back. The Slytherin ignored Neville until they were out of Hogwarts.

"Will you please shut up, Longbottom? Here's your wand already!" cried the Slytherin before handing back the wand. "By the way, Neville, you dropped your list at the second floor and I decided to hold on to it just in case you drop it. Again. I'll be holding it all through the trip, alright? Now... let's take a look at your list..."

At this, Neville lunged for his list, but Draco, being taller, held it up high.

"Whoa... What's all this secrecy for?" the blonde smirked, still holding the list up.

"It's - nothing -to - you -," Neville panted in between jumping for the list.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," Neville repeated.

"Well... Then, let's have a look, shall we?" Draco read it from where he held the list,

1. a box of Chocolate frogs

2. wrapping paper with ribbons

3. flowers

4. new quills

5. some Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes items

6. sugar quills

Draco frowned for a moment before starting to smile when he begun to understand...

"You like that Ravenclaw girl whom Ginny usually sits with, don't you? That Jane... Phoenix, isn't it?"

Neville gulped. "How did you guess?"

Draco continued to smile at Neville before telling the latter how he always stared at the Ravenclaw in question, and dribble soup down his robes whenever she spoke to him, including how he had been muttering something that sounded like her name at night. Neville covered his face and shook his head.

"But she'll never notice me," the Gryffindor said in such a resigned tone, Draco's heart went out to him. "Anyway, how did you know those stuff weren't for me?"

"Because everyone knows how much of a junkie that girl is. She eats junk food all the time. It's a wonder how she remains so thin. And she's addicted to those stuff the Weasleys sell. She pranked me once, the iritating girl. Oh well, I guess it was all in good fun," Draco answered while they entered Honeydukes. "Go get the stuff. I'll be looking around. It won't be hard to find me with so little people around."

Draco heard Neville walk off. The former, meanwhile, used echolocation to look around, earning odd looks from the few people around him who didn't know about his ability. He stopped in front of the row filled with Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans, taking a deep breath before reaching out for one.

Ginny sat in her bed, staring at the third bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans sent by an anonymous admirer while everyone was at Hogsmeade.She cocked her head to one side, trying to figure out who could have sent her those, along with the letters attached to them. She couldn't tell whose handwriting it was as well. And it definitely wasn't Harry's ugly scrawl... This person's handwriting was thin and slanted, very unlike Harry's. It couldn't have been Hermione or Ron writing for Harry. Hermione's handwriting was rotund and neat while Ron's was... disgusting.

She read the first letter again:

Dear Ginny Weasley,

I have a confession to make. I like you. A lot. Here's a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. I know you like them.. I overheard you telling Jane Phoenix about it.

Yours truly,

your secret admirer.

From her secret admirer's first letter, it was obvious it was someone who still attended Hogwarts. Still, it could be anyone. She couldn't remember when she had told Jane about her obsession with Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans. They always talked about their obsessions. It really could be anyone who had sent them to her. The other two letters were almost identical to the first one, leaving no other clues about the mysterious person, except that he used green ink and had a thin and slanted handwriting.

It really couldn't have been Neville although she knew about him having a crush on her after the Yule Ball. Plus, she had a suspicion that he liked Jane ever since he had dribbled soup down his robes when Jane spoke to him. Neville was way too obvious for his own good. Luckily for him, Jane never noticed both him dribbling soup and his infatuation for her.

Ginny shifted in her bed. Who is her admirer? she thought to herself.

"Who are you?" she asked loudly.

"Whoa, Gin. Are you losing it already? You're talking to yourself," came a familiar voice.

Ginny looked up beforestaring backat theBertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans."Jane. Finally. You took almost forever in the bathroom."

Jane sat down beside her friend and looked at where Ginny was staring. She smiled to herself before saying,

"Ginny, I think I know who your secret admirer is. I saw his handwriting somewhere in the common room."

The red-head Gryffindor looked up.

It was already getting dark outside Hogwarts. The sun was starting to disappear into the distant horizon when Draco and Neville returned to Hogwarts, each carrying their own purchases. Neville was carrying much more items than Draco.

"Bah. That girl better appreciate this," complained Neville.

Draco rolled his eyes. "She didn't ask for you to buy those for her, did she? It was your own idea."

"Well, it's her fault she had to be such a junkie. She could've liked something less bulky," Neville stopped in his tracks. "Speaking of which, how am I supposed to bring these in without her noticing it."

Draco stopped as well with a frown when he couldn't hear Neville's footsteps anymore, and said, while pulling out an invisibility cloak from his robes,

"Just ask for this."

The Gryffindor's face lit up before grabbing the cloak and covering himself.

"Good idea. It'll be weird if you were carrying something invisible. Just follow me and I'll open the portrait. But you'll have to warn me if we're reaching the blasted stairs which I always get stuck in," said Draco, nodding his head in approval.

"If I remember about it," replied Neville.

ahhh. another short chapter. and a late update too. sorry! review, okie?