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Chapter 17-The Know-It-All Lioness Has Claws After All

Jefferson sat in the hospital wing, happily chatting with her friends. She had been in the dratted hospital wing for over a week. When Blaise had first brought her in the old medic hadn't known what was wrong, but after a few hours of hysterics they had come to the conclusion that the potion had been poorly made, and that once the potion was out of her system she would be fine. And she was. She had no idea why she was still in the hospital wing, she could walk just fine, and see as if nothing had ever happened.

Ginny, who sat at the foot of the bed playing a muggle card game with her three friends thought back on the night in the kitchens. She had avoided the silver headed boy since then, refusing to be near him unless it was necessary, and even then only when people were around.

Truth be told, with the band playing in only a week, the last thing she needed to worry about was Draco Malfoy's mysterious kiss, a kiss that haunted her nights, and sometimes, depending on how busy she kept herself, her days.

"Ginny? Earth to Gin." Jefferson sung out, waving her hand in front of her friends face. She knew that there was something that Ginny wasn't telling her, but there was nothing that she could do about it. When Ginny decided that she needed to talk, she would. But pressing Information out of Ginny had only ever gotten the interfering person the freeze out. And, as Rivers had told her earlier, the only person getting the ice at the moment was Draco Malfoy.

"What? Sorry." a blush worked her features, and Jefferson smirked. What ever it was that was bothering Ginny lately had to do with Draco, and what ever it was, it was good.

"I said, it's your turn. But I'm feeling a bit tired." Jefferson said, faking a yawn. Her friends wished her goodnight and left, never once questioning her motives. In reality, Jefferson was wide-awake, but her friends seemed to need time to there selves. Rivers, well, Rivers because she was Rivers. She always had to have her alone time. Spike because he was trying to work up the nerve to ask Pansy to the ball, plus had a detention. And Ginny obviously had her mind on other things today. So sighing the little blonde laid back to bask in the quietness of the infirmary.

~*XO*~

Ginny sighed as she threw herself down on her bed. Spike had went to a detention, muttering about batty old women in the attic. Rivers had quietly excused herself to go to the library, leaving poor Ginny alone with the thoughts that she had been trying in vain to not think about. But trying not to think about it seemed to make her think about it all the more.

two thoughts kept filtering through her mind, 1.) should her enemy's lips have felt that good if he was really her enemy? 2.) His birthday was coming up. She wondered if Spike knew when it was, they were pretty close. Blaise and Pansy would know… she could always just…

Refusing to finish that sentence, even if it was only in her head. She flew off of the bed and to her desk. She had to occupy her mind. Flipping on the lap top , she slung herself into her chair. She read somewhere that denial was bad for ones health, but she wasn't in denial, right?

She didn't have time to answer that, her messenger had just come up, showing everyone but Jefferson off-line. They had brought Jefferson her computer earlier in the week, when she had been able to see again, so that she would have something to occupy her in the infirmary. Be that as it may, at the moment her stat said she was sleeping.

Sighing she looked at the people that were off-line, she had her cell phone, she could always just call someone…

Dusty would be studying and she would have to tell him about his little sister. Maybe calling him wasn't a good idea at the moment.

Tekk, it was day in England, which meant night in the sates. And because Tekk was a DJ, he would be at work, the same with Dirty.

Rain, she didn't feel like talking about school with the over achiever, he may have been cool, and Rivers brother, but he was still like Percy, he could bore you to death with talk of his work. Ok, so his work was exciting, but people did get tired of always talking about the same old same old.

Clean! The answer was so easy! He would talk about anything and everything, from brooms to tattoos. All she had to do was call.

The little phone rang twice before the all to familiar male voice of Clean picked up the phone.

"Clean here."

"Are you sure its clean there? Because last time I was over your place it was kind of dirty."

"Well if it aint Gin and Tonic! Thought you done forgot all about lil ol' me." He commented. Ginny smiled. Recognizing the teasing note in his voice.

"Aww, poor baby! So what have you been up to?"

"Ah, same old same old. I just got in actually, went to Old CC Rd. in Albany to race. I raced a pretty tough cookie, too. I won, of course."

"Who did you race?" Ginny questioned as she got up and moved to the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Bruce something or other. His broom's got serious take off, but not much speed."

"o. What else have you been up to?"

"Last weekend I went up to the mountains in Virginia and played with the trolls."

"played with the trolls?" Ginny questioned, knowing the answer wouldn't be good. With Clean, nothing like this would ever be considered sane. The boy was crazy, flat out crazy.

"yep, they threw rocks, or boulders, at me and I blew them up with my wand. It was defiantly worth doing over. Might make that a weekly activity, well, I cant go this weekend though, I got court."

"Why do you have court?" Ginny asked, worried for her friend.

"I got caught drag racing on Dame Ave. apparently that's not allowed. Anyway, there threatening to take away all my flying privileges."

She didn't need to be told whether or not he had been winning, Clean always won. He had every racing brook that had been put in the market in the last twenty-three years, and even some that never made it to the public. He even had some that were still in development. He designed and tested brooms for Diamond Broom Industries. He would design the broom, give the design to someone in engineering, and they would work out any of the kinks, then they would develop it and test it. Clean had brooms that weren't due to hit the market for another couple months, some for years. He could keep all the brooms that he tested too, making his broom collection the largest she had ever seen.

Then something hit her. "But if they take your flying privileges, you lose your job!"

"Yes, I know. But there's nothing I can do except hope they decide to let me off on a warning, and then pray I don't get caught again. I think that they even put the trial and all into the paper, if I find it I'll send it to you." he said cheerfully.

"Clean, if you lose your job, you wont have any income, then you cant pay the rent on your apartment, then you become homeless." She said, trying to clue him in on the importance of the situation.

"I know all of that, Gin. But enough about me. How's that Slytherin scum been treating you? Do I need to get the boys and come over and kick some under aged ass?" Ginny laughed, remembering all the things she had told him and the others about her new house, about how they were evil and rotten. They had laughed and told her that nothing was ever as black and white as it seemed. She had grown up a lot last year, she had learned a lot about herself and the people around her. She had realized that the kids in America didn't have just have two classifications for people, good and evil, or dark and light, they believed that there were shades of gray, and Ginny understood what they meant, there was no clear line of good and bad. And Ginny almost laughed at the irony of what Clean was saying, after all, wasn't she a piece of Slytherin Scum now?

"Actually, no they arrant, but then again, they don't gang up on there own house members, unless of course, they can benefit from it."

"OO, Innocent Virginia, a nasty little Slytherin are we? How's Spike, Riv and JJ?"

"They all made it to Slytherin too."

"Color me unsurprised."

"Yeah I know, where do I pick you people up at anyway? Spike is off serving detention, Rivers is in the Library, and JJ had an unfortunate accident with Hangover Potion. It wasn't made correctly, but she will be out tomorrow."

"Yeah, I heard about that, Dusty was talking about going to see her, I think he's going to come visit her one night in Novemeber, he already talked to the headmaster, he's bring her out to eat and shit. Should be fun."

"I hope she has fun."

"Me too, maybe I'll be the next one to come and visit, but as it is, I have a date in like ten minutes and I have to change, don't take so long to call me again, or I wont be so forgiving.

"I wont. Have fun."

"I will."

And with that the phone clicked off. Ginny sighed, so Dusty was coming to England to visit his baby sister, none of her brothers had come to visit her last year.

~*XO*~

He was possibly the stupidest person he knew. What kind of a dumb ass kisses a girl that is supposed to be his families rival? He could get disowned for that! It must have been something in the water that had made him act like that. It was one thing to have fantasies about your enemy and you in an intimate position, but a completely different thing to act out those fantasies, no matter how soft her lips had been.

But she had come to her senses and bolted, leaving a stunned, slightly hurt, Draco in her wake. He had been short tempered and extremely sulky all week, wanting to knock the hell out of anyone who so much as bumped into him. He just wanted to take his frustration out on someone, anyone would work.

He really wanted to take his frustration out on Potter, but every time he saw him, Ginny was around. And if she didn't like him now, she would hate him if he murdered the great Harry Bleeding Potter.

Draco paced his room, wearing only his black silk pajama bottoms, his usually immaculate hair messy.

Blaise hadn't noticed anything wrong because Jefferson was in the hospital, and he was awfully distracted, the Blaise that usually couldn't sit still and was always talking or moving now sat in front of the common room fire sulking. Pansy was mad at the world because Spike hadn't asked her to the Halloween dance yet. Ginny refused to be in the same vicinity as him if there weren't a huge crowd of people around, Rivers was always in the library, and Spike was trying to figure out how to ask Pansy to the dance.

So no one had time to realize that Draco was miserable. No one had time to notice he was hurt, that his pride had been shattered, well, what had been left of it. Yep, little Ginny Weasily, the quite invisible, plan girl, number one fan of Harry Potter, and Ron Weasily's little sister had pricked his pride when she had run away from him with a look of great disgust and horror on her otherwise flawless face.

He had picked his feelings apart and put them back together again a hundred thousand times, and he still didn't know what it was that he felt for the youngest of the rodent family. At first he tried telling himself it was just a way to get even with Potter and Weasily, but now, now he wasn't quite so sure. It wasn't love, he knew that, anyone with a brain could tell him that. Malfoy's don't love, much less love a Weasily. His father would disown him for sure then, although, with the wedding less then a year a way, that might not be such a very bad idea.

Lust? She was undeniably sexy in her little school skirt and gorgeous 'fits she wore, but it didn't feel like lust either. It was an odd emotion. An emotion he wasn't familiar with. Because despite what most of Hogwarts believed he Prince of Slytherin did feel emotions. It was just that he had learned long ago that people could use things like that as a weakness, and when the Devil himself was your father, you learned that any weakness could turn your life into a living hell.

Draco's own fear of blood had cost three muggle born witches their lives last summer…and Lucius said it was "Just to toughen him up". Bloody sadist.

But when Draco heard people talking about the "Slytherin Sex God" that was "devoid of all emotion other then hate" he knew his father had achieved what he had desired, well in appearances anyway, because Draco knew of love. He loved his mother dearly, and she him. And he had his fair share of lust, and an even bigger amount of hate. Because, differing from popular belief, he didn't hate Potter and Weasily, no, he was jealous of the friendship that they had, but then he and Blaise had begun to hang out a few years ago, then they had picked up Pansy into their group, and now it was just a fun way to pass the time. No, all his hate was saved for two men, so what was it he was feeling for the youngest Weasily?

~*XO*~

Hermione had returned to the Gryffindor tower earlier that week, and was at the moment pointedly ignoring Ron as he bon-barded her with questions and lectures. She sat in a short dark blue mini skirt and light blue tank top with the words "I'm cute…No shit" written in dark blue, clothing that she had borrowed from Rivers. She had on a pair of dark blue satrapy sandals with a four inch heel. Her regularly dark brown tresses now had light brown streaks and her usually make-up free face held traces that she had spent some time with other females. All in all, both of her guy friends now realized that she was indeed a girl, something that George Weasily had figured out long before, not that anyone other then Ginny knew that.

"…and you betrayed all of us when you sat in the Slytherin stands! And look at you! You look like a…a…"

"A what Ron?" Hermione asked, careful to keep the anger out of her voice, she would just love to hex the taller boy to hell.

"A SCARLET WOMEN! You look like a damn hooker Hermione!" He yelled, his face going a violent shade of red.

Hermione, who had been sitting in a cushy chair with her long legs crossed swinging her foot back and forth jumped up in anger at Ron's hateful words.

"RONALD WEASILY! YOU HAVE ABSOULTLY NO RIGHT TO TELL ME A THING ABOUT WHAT I DO OR DO NOT LOOK LIKE!" She yelled, shocking everyone in the Common Room that had been listening to Ron tell off the now stylishly dressed girl. "And to be a hooker Ron, I have to be a girl, does that mean you have finally figured out that the rather large pimples on my chest are my damn boobs?! When I want your approval on an outfit, I will ask for it, until then, leave me the hell alone. Maybe you should be worrying about your little buddy, you know, the one with the big head that has been following your sister around!" with that she spun on her heel and marched off, right out the portrait hole.

Hermione marched down the hall way, loving the angry click noise that her heels made when they crashed into the stone floor. The sound bounced back and forth off the walls, alerting anyone in the vicinity of her arrival, she would have to remember not to wear heels when conducting her rounds. Normally she would be more considerate of the others with whom her loud shoes were disturbing as she marched into the library, but in her great anger, she ignored the perturbed stares of others. She had one person at the moment on her mind, and that one person was going to catch holy hell. Stopping in the Defense Against Dark Arts section, she looked around for a familiar shaggy haired fiend. She spotted him near the windows, sitting at a table with a deep purple rug covering the floor nearest him.

She stood stock still for a moment, he looked like he was doing something, and Hermione had to battle with herself to figure out whether or not to continue on with what she had been about to do.

One part of her argued that he could be in the middle of studying for his important NEWTS, if she disturbed him he might not continue studying.

But the rational, intelligent side argued that it was Harry "Bloody" Potter, the boy-who-just-wouldn't-die, he didn't study for anything if he didn't have to, or with out her nagging him to do it. Besides, he looked like he was talking to himself. And if he really was going nutters and actually stalking Ginny the way she thought he was, it was best if Spike, Rivers, Jefferson, Pansy, and Blaise never found out. She wasn't sure how Draco would react. The others seemed much closer to Ginny, but Draco was always there, even If he was being silent, he was never far from the group.

Gathering all of her Gryffindor courage she made her way over to the Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived, yep, it was official, she had been spending too much time in the dungeons with the Slytherins.

Once she had gotten a few feet behind him she could hear him muttering. And what he was saying only confirmed her suspicions.

"…damn little whore, so she would rather spend time with that prick? And probably playing torture the mudblood too…"

His voice dropped back to a whisper as his mutterings continued. She looked over his shoulder, and sure enough, two little dots were being watched way to closely, Ginny and Blaise.

~*XO*~

Ginny sighed as she plopped down on the sofa next to Blaise, she wasn't sure she had ever heard the handsome seventh year be as quite as he was then…just staring into the fire, his brows furrowed.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that if you held that face long enough it would freeze?" The corner of his lip twitched, but the wonderful smile that usually lit up his happy face didn't make an appearance.

"What's wrong? You are never this quite, you are kind of reminding me of Malfoy off in his 'doom and gloom' world, you know the look he gets when he is plotting someone's demise?"

"What if I hadn't found her? What would have happened? Would someone else have helped her? Would she have been alright?" Blaise asked, turning to look at her for the first time.

Ginny frowned at the question. She didn't know how to answer that, so she used some of her hearty stock of 'Mama Judy Wisdom" to put his mind at ease.

"But you did find her and save her. We can't live our lives running around saying, what if I had done this, what if I had done that, it will drive you insane. What if I walked around always asking 'what if I had never written in the diary?' or 'what if I had burned it when I knew what it was?' Our trials and tribulations help us to become what we are meant to be. You did stop and help Jefferson, and our choices today dictate the life we wish to lead." she hoped that the little speech had helped, personally, she thought it was a bit clichéd, but hey, try anything once right?

That captivating smile that had been threatening to light up the dungeons earlier finally broke out, and he smile, sure, it wasn't his usual smile, a mere ghost of the smile that all of his friends loved and knew no one, except maybe Jefferson, could come close to.

~*XO*~

Meanwhile, back in the library, Hermione stood behind Harry, listening to his mumblings of 'his' Virginia. 'His'. the word had made her heart skip a beat, that one possessive word. Hermione, for the first time in a long time, could feel her anger rising, she could feel herself losing her temper. And for the second time that day, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back any of the cutting words that were threatening to poor out of her mouth at the Boy-Who-Needed-to-get-a-Clue.

"Harry." Hermione deadpanned as she reached around him and grabbed the map that he had been studying so intently. Startled, he jumped, sending the book that the map had been sitting on across the room. The librarian shot the two a look that clearly said she did not appreciate the blatant disrespect for her books, but neither student paid her any mind.

Hermione was to mad to care about the book that had landed so close to a table full of Ravenclaws, earning them an attentive audience, and Harry was to busy trying to cover his ass.

"Herm, Ron and I have been worried sick, I came down here to find you, but you weren't here, so I was looking for you on the map, but I didn't see you, I'm…"

"Save the bull shit, Potter. Let me get a few things straight with you. Don't go near her, don't speak to her or about her, don't think about her, and don't dream about her. I'm warning you, you go within five feet of her with out it being absolutely necessary, and you will be one sorry little fuck, understood?" Her voice was a low whisper, but in the deathly silent library, anyone with ears could hear the threat.

The students from other houses watched in awe as the two "best friends" interacted with one another. Apparently, the Gryffindor-know-it-all had claws after all.

"What are you going to do? Tell her brother on me? He wouldn't believe you, I'm Harry Potter, everyone loves me, and so does she, she just doesn't know it yet." he sneered, trying to grab the map back from her, but she moved it out of his reach just in time.

"No, I wont tell her brother, he would let you off to easily, but I know a few of her housemates that would just love the opportunity to teach the Boy Wonder a few lessons, starting in dying. Stay away from her, this is your first and last warning." she said as she went to move off, but was stopped when Harry grabbed her wrist and squeezed, hard. He wanted the map back.

He easily pinned her smaller frame against a bookshelf, a few near by boys had started to move, going to "rescue the Princess". But apparently, the Princess didn't need their help, because she brought her knee up and striate into his lower regions, forcing him to double up in pain. Smirking, the Head Girl folded the map up and stuck in her bra, something she had seen on TV before. with a smirk she stepped over the withering boy.

"And this is going to come with me, just incase. What would your godfather think of you stalking a poor innocent little girl, after all? Gods, Potter, how much lower can you get?" and with that, she walked away, extremely happy in the powerful clicking of her heels on the stone floor, letting everyone know that she was exciting the library.

But this time, at the sound of her heels, the students didn't look at her in annoyance, they looked at her in awe, she had just kneed the famous Harry Potter. As the doors swung shut behind her swaying hips, the whole room burst out in whispered speculation about the little girl that The Harry Potter, yes that Harry Potter, had been stalking. And about how apparently the Know-it-al-Lioness had claws after all.