Please, ignore the chapter title. This chapter has nothing to do with shakira...I swear.

Not too terribly pleased with this chapter but I certainly hope you are! I was going to spend a little more time on it but I realized it'd been almost a week since I last updated so I had to get it out soon!

Also, you should know that I've developed specific ways of infecting people with poision ivy and a specific antidote with specific antidotial ways. Seeing as this is fanfiction, I can actually get away with that...woohoo!

Also I'm leaving you to embellish on certain parts of this story. And also, disclaimer, anything that doesn't really make sense...chalk it up to hormones! or draco and ginny's deep-seated secret desires for one another! either one!

As you can probably tell...I'm a little hyped up on Shakira myself. On with the story!

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I woke up early the next morning but something was seriously wrong…It was completely silent, everyone else was still asleep, and…

"WEASLEY! GET YOUR SORRY ARSE OUT HERE!"

"There we go," I said with a smile, "Much better."

"Well, that's my cue," I remarked to my groggy roommates before taking a long swig from my vial and tucking it into my pocket.

I hurried down into the common room where shouts of "WEASLEY!" coming from outside could still be heard.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, groggily tripping over the sofa, still in his bright orange quidditch pajamas.

"No worries," I replied, grinning, "I'll take care of this."

And sure enough, when I stepped outside of the portrait hole I saw one very red, very itchy, and VERY angry Malfoy.

It took everything in my power to keep from doubling over in hysterical laughter. I'm sorry but take his pale white skin marred with those huge red hives and then add that mop of bright blonde on top of it all…he looked like a cross between a candy-cane and a tomato with hair.

He was standing there, fuming and shirtless, wearing only a dark green pair of pajama pants.

Everywhere that had touched his bed was broken out. Personally, I think it's his fault for sleeping shirtless…

"Look at me, Weasley!" he screamed, waving his arms around dramatically.

"Well…" I said, circling around him with a critical eye, "…I always thought you were a tad bit scrawny."

Okay, so that's a blatant lie. Suprisingly, there is absolutely nothing scrawny about a shirtless Malfoy…

"First of all, I am in no way scrawny," Draco replied typically, "And second of all, I meant the bright red hives!"

I could tell it was taking everything in his power not to scratch them, I guess Malfoy's don't scratch or something…

"Oh yeah, now that you mention it," I said, pretending to be shocked at this statement, "You are more red than usual. You poor dear, what happened?"

"You bloody-well happened," Draco growled, grabbing me by the arm.

He dragged me to the side in a secluded hallway and pushed me roughly against the wall. He then grabbed my arms with his and proceeded to kiss me possessively.

I immediately began to feel light-headed and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me, probably just from the LACK OF OXYGEN because he won't get his stupid mouth off mine!

He finally broke away for air and I found myself breathing heavily.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" I questioned loudly.

"What's it look like?" Draco said, rolling his eyes, "Infecting you, obviously."

"Oh, so that's what you thought that looked like," I said, rolling my eyes back, "Because personally I think it looked like something else entirely…"

"In your dreams, Weasel," Draco replied haughtily, "I was merely infecting you with this blasted poison ivy."

"Oh really," I smirked, taking a step closer to him.

I wrapped my bare arms around his infected neck and gave him one last kiss, "Clever," I breathed, smirking evilly.

I then sashayed off down the hall, leaving a very confused Malfoy in my wake.

"Oh, and Malfoy," I called, once I had safely reached the end of the hall.

"Nice try," I remarked, taking out the vial I had drunk from this morning and waving it at him, "But I've got the antidote."

Within seconds he had me cornered again... it's scary how fast that boy can move.

By that time I had managed to slip it back into my pocket though.

"Give it to me," he said menacingly, checking my coat pockets.

"You don't want to be doing that," I said as he continued his search.

"Why?" he asked, glaring distrustfully at me.

"Well for starters because the vial is empty, I drained it his morning," I said, grinning at his crestfallen face, "Secondly because the vial is in my back pants pocket, you go digging for it there and I will be forced to brutally maim you. And last of all, because even if the vial wasn't empty, once you get poison ivy you can't ingest the antidote, it has to be applied directly to your skin."

Draco leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his bare chest, evidently brooding darkly.

I could almost sense his hands secretly twitching in a dire attempt to scratch his itching wounds. But technically it is his own fault for being so bloody stubborn…

"I do, however," I continued, smirking, "Happen to have some of the other antidote and I might be willing to give it to you, for a price…"

"Name it," Draco said, glaring angrily at me.

"I've got a report due on animagi for Snape's class. You help me pass that report and I'll help you stop itching."

"Do we have a deal?" I questioned, holding out my hand.

"Deal," Draco replied, shaking my hand firmly.

"Oh, and Weasley…" he said, tightening his grip on my hand.

"Don't think I'll forget this," he said his eyes narrowing as he gestured to his hives.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I replied with a smirk, wrenching my hand out of his.

"Nine o'clock tonight, library," he said, "And don't be late."

Geez! Why is it that everyone seems to think I'm completely incapable of being on time! I have no idea what they're on about….it's absolutely, totally, and in all other ways completely ridiculous.

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9:23 p.m. – I come rushing into the library.

"Sorry I'm late!" I shouted breathlessly, running into a stack of books and knocking them all over the place.

"Shhh!" Blaise chided, picking up the books with a wave of his wand, "Library's technically closed! If Filch hears us, we're dead!"

"Sorry!" I apologized in a whisper, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"You're report is on animagi," Draco said, rolling his eyes.

I stared blankly at Draco for a moment before Blaise interrupted by changing himself into a dog and back again.

"Remember?" he prodded.

"Oh, right…Handsome, duh," I said, blushing at my own forgetfulness.

"Handsome?" Draco questioned, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"Yeah…Blaise," I said, confused.

Blaise grinned sheepisly and Draco laughed.

"That's what you put on your dog tag isn't it?" Draco said with a smirk.

"What?" Blaise said defensively, "It's a universally acknowledged truth!"

"Right Blaise," Draco said rolling his eyes.

"Suuure," I added with a smile.

"So," Draco said, getting down to business, "Where's your potions notes?"

"Potions notes?" I asked sheepishly.

"Good lord, Weasley!" Draco replied, "You do take notes, don't you?"

"Of course I do!" I said defiantly, "…when I manage to stay awake…"

Blaise laughed appreciatively at that until Draco cut him off with a glare.

"What about your book?" Malfoy asked again.

"Well…um…you see," I said hesitantly.

"Come on! You must have brought your book!"

"I was in a hurry!" I defended, "I must have just forgot it."

"Oy, this is going to be harder than I thought," Draco sighed, exasperatedly searching through the library books.

"Well, let's get to it then," Blaise said with a grin, breaking out the cases of butterbeer.

2 cases of butterbeer, 3 books on animagi, 4 fights between Draco and me, 5 exploding penguins, 6 threats, 7 disruptive outbursts from Blaise, 8 smirks, 9 I-told-you-so's, and about 10 million pointless animagi facts later and my essay was complete.

"That is genuine A+ work there," Blaise said, nodding to my completed essay, "Which means Snape should give you around a C+."

"As long as I pass, I'm happy," I replied.

"You'll pass," Draco reassured me, "Now, about that antidote…"

"Relax, I've got it right here," I said, taking it out of my bag.

"Perfect," Draco said hastily grabbing it from me and tugging off his shirt.

I couldn't hold back my laughter this time and I collapsed in my chair giggling.

"What?" I said in response to the glares, "You've got to admit..it's pretty funny."

"I've got to admit nothing," Draco said icily, rubbing the cream over his arms.

After about five straight minutes of Draco trying to reach his back to heal it, he finally asked for help.

"Don't look at me," Blaise replied, "No way am I touching you. I'm not the one who already took the fancy antidote."

Both boys looked pointedly at me.

"Fine, already," I said caving, "I'll put it on your freaking back."

I could have sworn I saw a devilish grin flit across both of their faces in unison before they returned to complete passiveness.

Scary how in sync those two are.

I started to rub the goop over his muscular back, grumbling to myself the whole time.

Then, all of a sudden I was taken by surprise as they jumped into action. The last thing I saw before I drifted off into unconsciousness was two matching smirks.

Damn them bloody Slytherins.

Gasp! What just happened! Where are they taking Ginny! What are they going to do to her!

Honestly...I have no clue. But I will think up something... and soon!

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