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Chapter 13- Detention with a Rodent

When someone had finally pulled them apart Ginny noted with satisfaction that both boys were hurt. Draco's lip was split, again, and Ron had a broken nose and his eye was slowly swelling shut. Served them both right. Hermione was crying and fussing over Ron, who was looking at her sweetly in between throwing Draco, who was sitting in a corner grinning like a mad man, dirty looks. They were currently waiting for the head master. And the intense hostility between the two boys was giving Ginny a migraine.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasily. I hear we had a tad bit of a problem." Dumbledore said as she swooped into the library, giving the students a knowing smile. Ginny felt like screaming, or possibly banging her head against the bookshelves. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

"HE started it!" Ron said immediately, pointing at Draco, who threw him a sneer.

"That's not true!" Ginny found herself yelling, everyone turned to look at her, she was standing up for Malfoy.

"O bloody hell." he muttered.

"What did happen Ms. Weasily?"

"We were studying, sort of, and Ron and his big fat mouth just had to come and bug Fer- I mean Malfoy. Malfoy said something that was a bit dodgy and Ron swung, and then they went all Jackie Chan on each other. But if Ron would have kept his big nose out of my business than nothing would have happened."

"But if Malfoy wouldn't have called me that awful name than Ron wouldn't have hit him!"

"Tried to hit him, he missed, besides, if Ron would have minded his own business to begin with Malfoy wouldn't have called you that name, now would he?" Ginny corrected.

"WHY ARE YOU STANDING UP FOR THAT SODDING WANKER?" Ron boomed, although it came out a bit funny because of his nose, which was still sprouting blood. 'Good question' Ginny thought.

"Who cares? The point is that it's not all Malfoy's fault, now if you will kindly excuse me, I have a detention to get to." and with that she spun on her heel and left the library, leaving all her things at the table, and to pissed to care.

~*xo*~

"A knut for your thoughts?" Spike spun around. He had been looking into the fire and wondering how he was going to fix the god awful mess that Riley had started when an utterly feminine voice had interrupted his thoughts. There, standing directly behind him was none other than Pansy Parkinson. He gave her a wry smile, which she returned quite brightly before walking around the common room sofa and placing herself next to him. Se pressed a knut in his hand and he let out a peal of deep laughter.

"You may want to watch those sayings, we don't have 'knuts' in America, we use muggle money."

Pansy lifted one eyebrow, her eyes glittering with amusement. "Is that so?" She asked in a low whisper, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Yes. But, you may keep your money, my thoughts arrant worth it, but if you want to hear them I will gladly tell them to you." she smiled and he gave her back the little bronze coin. He turned back to the fire and was quite for so long that Pansy was about to remind him that she was still there when he spoke. "I'm worried."

"What are you worried about?" she questioned after five minutes, he gave her an amused smile before speaking.

"Patience is a virtue Ms. Parkinson." he said with a smile, laughter in his eyes.

"And I am well a where of that."

"Curiosity killed the cat." he said in a flirtatious manner. Pansy Parkinson may have been immune to the charms of Draco Malfoy, but she was no where near immune to those of Spike Anthony.

"Stupidity killed the cat, Curiosity was blamed for it." She said in a perfect imitation of know it all Hermione Granger. Spike laughed at this, he couldn't help it, this girl was defiantly a trip.

"I'm worried about Jeff and Rivers. I really hope they don't miss curfew. Which gives them about thirty minutes. And I'm not sure how long they will be mad at each other."

"Is that what your doing, waiting up for them, making sure they get back before curfew?" she questioned, liking him even more when he nodded in the affirmative. "You shouldn't worry you know. Blaise and Dray have had enough falling outs for me to say things will sort themselves out." She said with the authority of Albus Dumbledore.

"I suppose your right. So what are you doing?" he asked, giving her a questioning look.

"Well, Blaise is out on Perfect Duty, and Draco is suppose to be either learning how to read music, or doing his Head Boy duty, which means that Dray and Blaise are out together, while I'm stuck here." She finished off gesturing towards the empty common room.

"How would you feel about a game of cards?" He asked after a few minutes of studying the young girl, his eyes twinkling.

"Sure, what would you like to play?" She asked after a moment.

"Poker."

"Are we betting?"

"Yulp."

"For?"

"Clothes."

(A/N-there you go Katy, your Pansy and Spike interaction, I decided that it would be best that some of Ginny and Draco friends got together first, pushing them together…you like?)

~*xo*~

Of all the bloody teachers in all of bloody Hogwarts, why did she have to have Snape for her bloody detention?

Ginny ranted inside her head as she scrubbed the potions lab floor. She was allowed to leave when the floor was "sparkling." which, from looking at the grim on the floor, hadn't been since the founders had built the stupid castle. Which meant she was going to be scrubbing the damn floor in question until she was as old and gray as Dumbledore himself.

"'No magic Ms. Weasily' stupid wanker, I'll curse that stupid slime ball into next fucking millennium, Bloody maggot."

"I take it you don't like your assignment?" came a masculine voice from the doorway, Ginny spun around, ready to tell the offending person(s) to go and screw a tree, when she caught sight of who it was.

"Harry, didn't anyone ever tell you that sneaking up on people was wrong?" She asked, a smile breaking out on her face. He shrugged and made himself comfortable in a desk.

"So, I heard you kicked the Shite out of Malfoy to get this detention." He said with a grin. Ginny shrugged.

"Who you heard that from?"

"In case you forgot, word travels fast around Hogwarts, you either gossip, or get gossiped about, which do you prefer?" Ginny didn't miss the flirtatious tone he had ended his statement with. And it scared the hell out of her.

"Well, I should get back to my work I suppose." Of course, this was Harry's cue to leave, but the boy was just to thick to comprehend.

"So, I heard you and your band found a drummer, who is he?" Ginny fought down the urge to roll her eyes at his idea of 'flirting.' where had the idiot been while she liked him? Up Cho's ass, that's where.

"Malfoy, he's quite good too." She said in an off hand way as she poured out the blackish water in the sink and began to add clean water and soap into the bucket.

Harry laughed. "No, really, who is it?"

"I already told you, Malfoy."

"As in Malfoy the Ferret?" he asked, gaping, forgetting about his flirting tone.

"Do you know any other Malfoy's that go to this school?" she questioned in irritation, Harry blushed.

"O, I heard Looney Lovegood tried out." Ginny felt like smacking that smirk right off of his mutated face.

"Don't call her that, she has never done anything to you." She said as she dropped the bucket down on the floor so hard that water splashed over the sides. Once again, Harry blushed.

Harry had his back to the door, but Ginny, who had turned to reprimand him was facing it, and she didn't miss the tall muscular form that filled the door.

"Potter, where are you suppose to be right now?" Harry jerked around to find the dark features of Blaise Zambini form a look of intense dislike.

"Hullo Blaise, Perfect duty?" Ginny asked sweetly as she dropped to her knees and took her scrub brush out of her bucket to begin on a new section of the floor.

"Hey Gin, yeah, so this is where you get to serve detention huh?" he questioned, noticing a particular nasty spot, which he remembered. That was where Neville Longbottom had melted his cauldron in second year.

"Your on a first name basis with that git?" Harry asked, seething.

"Jealous Potter?" Blaise asked with a smirk.

"You wish."

"Now, as Perfect, I order you to go back to your common room."

"And leave her here with you, not bloody likely."

"50 points from Gryffindor, and Potter? She's in my bloody house, she sleeps right across the hall form me." Harry turned a frightful shade of red, Ginny wasn't sure if it was anger or jealousy, or a bit of each. "Shall I make it another 50?" he asked, smirk fully in place. Harry shot him a nasty look, but got up anyway.

"Don't you dare touch her, Zambini." Harry said, his voice low and menacing.

"Possessive arrant we?" Blaise mocked, winking at Ginny, who had to stop herself from laughing. "Get going Potter. Do you need any help, luv?" The last part was directed toward Ginny, which made Harry even madder, Ginny could just picture the smoke coming out of his ears. But he turned and walked away, the whole time scowling.

"Now, Blaise, you know it's not nice to taunt the animals." Blaise let out a hearty laugh before assuming Harry's now vacant seat.

"My offer stands, you need help?"

"I would love help." she said with a smile. One wave of his wand and the floors were cleaner than Ginny had ever seen, and even her bucket was empty and neatly sitting on the side of the sink. She lifted and eyebrow at his cleaning charm, to which he shrugged.

"Pull up a bench, I want to talk to you." Ginny did as was requested and sat down next to him.

"How have you been?" Ginny smirked.

"Don't you mean, 'How is Jefferson?'" She questioned, Zambini glared, but didn't deny it. "Her and Rivers are not getting along to well."

"How'd you know that I was really asking about her?" he questioned, looking slightly guilty.

"Are you kidding?" She asked, her voice full of laughter. "You stare at her like she's a big chunk of chocolate and you hadn't eaten in days, it's extremely obvious, it's also obvious that Spike and Pansy like each other." She said with a slight shrug.

"And who do you like?" He questioned, his eyes sparkling.

"no one really, I don't have time when trying to figure out all of my friends twisted love lives, of course, Rivers is the hardest to figure out."

"Why?"

"She never can decide who she likes more, she falls in and out of love more times than Aphrodite."

"I'm sure you exaggerate." Blaise said, his voice full of laughter.

"I wish, she has decided to like everyone in Hogwarts, including Colin Creevey, she said, and I quote, 'He is drop dead gorgeous!' and lets not forget that Draco 'looks yummy' once again, Rivers." She said as she let out an exasperated sigh.

"She referred to Dray as 'Yummy?'" Ginny nodded and Blaise laughed. "Well, what about you? What do you think about Dray?" Ginny shot him a look that stated clearly that she hated his line of questioning.

"He's Draco Malfoy, spawn of the devil, cold arrogant bastard, and king of Slytherin. Me liking him is wrong on so many levels that I have already lost count. Besides, I hate him and he looks like a ferret."

"He doesn't look like a ferret. Well, at least I don't think so, 'cuz if he does it sucks to be him, besides, I have to stand up for him, we're family. Which reminds me, why did you stick up for him earlier?"

"What the hell is it with people asking me shit that I can't answer? I stood up for him, yeah, ok, big deal? Arrant you suppose to do that when you are in the same house as someone else? And even if that's not true, he wasn't all at fault, as big a wanker as he is, I was more pissed off at Ron at the moment then him!" Blaise lifted an eyebrow.

"ok, that's…lovely…By the way, how long do you have detention again?"

"All week, the last ones are going to be in the infirmary, why?"

"'Cuz, luv, you just got shoved with a weeks worth of detention with the 'Prince of Slytherin' as you put it, have fun, he don't bite, at least not hard anyway.

~*xo*~

"You know, this is all your fault!" Jefferson said stomping her foot. Rivers let out an exasperated sigh.

"WHY? Why is it my fault? Why is everything that happens between us always my fault? Big deal, I left out something that would have put you in a pissy mood for the rest of the night, oh my gods, the worlds going to come to an end, get over it Jeff, I don't have to tell you every thing."

"But your suppose to! Best friends do that you know, tell each other everything?"

"Yeah, well, best friends also happen to watch out for each other and protect each other, and I thought I was doing a pretty good damn job."

"What did you think you were protecting me from? The world? I'm not that sheltered, or naïve, thanks anyway though!"

"I never said you were! And I thought I was protecting you from the gods damned knowledge that someone you trusted turned around and joined up with someone who has made your life a living hell since we were little, but I am so fuckin sorry that I decided that it would hurt you more than help you!"

"But you should have told me!"

"I tried, but every time I started to you were to happy, and I didn't want to be the one to put you in a bad mood."

"Rivers, I would have never blamed you, though."

"Your doing it now."

"I'm not blaming you, I'm hurt that you didn't tell me sooner. How am I suppose to plan revenge if I don't know who I am planning it for?"

"Well? What's your revenge?"

"Obviously Riley didn't count on the fact that we would be able to compete in Band Quest, I say we do and win, and then beat the shit out of her, of course."

"Of course."

"Now call Ginny, I'm freezing and my phone is in the common room in our room." Rivers smiled at her shivering best friend before dialing the number to her friends cell phone.

"Umm… that's not good."

"What?"

"Her cell phone is off."

"Try spike."

~*xo*~

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"What do you care, your winning!"

"That's not the point…two cards please."

"yeah, yeah, yeah. Here."

"Thanks, you go first."

Spike laid down his cards, a pair of queens, ace on high.

"Your turn, and please do remember, I only have two articles of clothing left." Pansy nodded and laid her cards down, a pair of queens, ten on high. "I won! Common, off with the shirt, luv."

Just then his cell phone went off. "Shit, Hello?…Now?….How….fine…yeah, hold on." he stood up and pulled a cloak over his white bitch beater and green boxers. "River and Jeff locked themselves out and Gin's cell is off, I have to let them in, I'll be back."

"That's ok, it's late and I think I will go to bed, night!" Pansy cried cheerfully before she disappeared down the hall, shoes, socks, tie, robe, and shirt in hand.

Spike groaned, life was so unfair. He quickly made his way to the front hall, the castle was very drafty when you were walking around in just your boxer shorts. He pulled open to be confronted with a very cold blast of wind.

"Hullo Spike, having a good night?" Jefferson asked pleasantly as she stepped in behind Rivers and Spike shut the door back, sliding the bolt back in place.

Spike let out a growl before he turned and made his way back down to the dungeons, his two friends giggling as they walked behind him.

"HEY!" the trio turned and saw Ginny run up behind them, a huge smile lighting her features.

"Ya know, if I didn't know better I would say that Ginny had just gotten some, but that's impossible, so spill Ginny-bean! What's got you all up on cloud nine?"

"Nothing, can't a person just be happy? Besides, I have an awesome plan!"

"Is it going to get us in trouble?" Jefferson, the Queen of Detentions, asked excitedly

"Only if we get caught, which we wont, I say we throw a party."

"Where at?" Jefferson asked.

"Don't know yet, but at first I thought a band party, but than realized that we would be stuck with a drunk ferret if we did it that way. Now I am thinking the band and a select few. What yawl think?"

"We could clear out the practice room and use it, make it sound proof and Shit. JJ can tend bar, we all know how good you are at that." Spike said with a smirk, remembering the time that she filled in as a bar tender at his club.

"I try."

"She had a good teacher, which reminds me, Gin, didn't you say that George and Fred said something about a fireplace that people can floo into and not get caught?" Rivers asked, looking pointedly at Ginny, who, in turn, looked slightly thoughtful.

"Yeah, and why use a protégée when we can use the master? We can invite Dusty, Trashy, Tekk, and Clean…and Rain if he can make it. And George and Fred. How's that sound?" Ginny asked after a couple of minutes.

"This Party is going to be off the chain!" Jefferson squealed with happiness.

"For sure." Spike said as he lead them back down the hall.

"Umm…Spike? Why are you walking around in your under wear?"