Authors incessant meaningless and sometimes confusing babble- ok, here is the long awaited next chapter…You may all thank the following for the loss of my sever writers block-

The Steve Miller Band- For their song "joker", wonderful song, I love it lots…lol

Paula Cole- For her song "I don't want to wait" better known as the theme song for Dawson's Creek.

Jason Mraz - His song "The Remedy" was big inspiration because it gave a theme song for sequel…hehe…

And finally…

LizzieGirlie you so rock…without your help I would have never figured out where to go with this story to make it work! I am so glad I have you! Lizzie is also my Beta reader, although she may not catch all my mistakes, she does catch a whole lot, making this so much easier to read and not so much a butchery of the language, lol.

(Please Note- Lizzie has not yet beta'd this yet…I will put up the beta's version when she send it back, I just wanted to get this out before ppl started wanting to kill me!)

Chapter 21- Gossip, Threats, and Fights

Rumors concerning Ginny Weasily spread like wild fire. The now newly dubbed hottest girl in school had almost been rapped. And by the golden boy himself. And now, said boy was missing.

The hardcore Harry Potter worshipers, the very few of them left, held fast to their beliefs that she had provoked him. The other 99% of the school told them to shove it. Rivers had threatened one boy earlier that day, telling him that if he didn't manage to keep his trap shut, she would skin him alive. He hadn't been seen outside of his common room for the rest of the day.

After Hermione and Ron's argument Hermione had been spotted pouring over a very large tomb with the Slytherin Prince. Ron had been seen being escorted out of the infirmary by the bouncer, a very large bald man, apparently Ginny's new bodyguard for the moment. Pansy had been sorely missed during lunch and Blaise and Jefferson had been seen walking on the grounds, he had looked very nervous. After that, Jefferson had disappeared with a blonde boy to Hogsmead, leaving a very happy Blaise behind. Rivers had been seen only a couple of times that day, and each time she had been threatening someone about running their mouths.

"Ms. Weasily. How are you feeling today?"

Ginny, who had been doing her homework, with Clean helping, looked up, surprised, at the head master.

"Better, sir."

"That's splendid. Do you feel well enough to perform tonight? Or would you like to reschedule?"

"O, no sir, I'm able to perform." Ginny said, happy that she would be able to.

"Very well then. You may go back to your room after the nurse checks you."

After a checkup, not without grumbling about early releases, Ginny and Clean skipped down to the Slytherins common room.

"Well, Kid, this aint so bad. I thought it would be a hole in the wall or something. I like this."

"It's cozy." Ginny said with a smile before showing him the room that her and the girls shared. He made a few comments about the colors, before sitting down and watching The Italian Job.

"I want a car like that." he yelled to Ginny, who happened to be in the closet looking for something to wear to the dance that night.

"A mini?" she questioned coming out with an armful of dresses.

"Yea, a white and red one."

"I don't think you could fit in a Mini. Your a bit on the buff side."

"It would only be a lil bit cramped. I liked the dress you wore to Prom last year."

"Ya think? But how would that be a costume? It's just a dress." she said frowning, but disappearing back into the closet none the less. She came back with a dress that started at the top with a dark blackish red, the color lightened up all the way down, until the bottom was just red. The back of the dress was a bunch of complicated ties and strings.

"You could be a Vamp."

"I like that idea, What are you going to be? You are going arrant you?"

"Yea, but I think I will go as your prey."

"Sounds like a deal to me, now get your arse over here and help me!"

"I don't get it. How does this kid just disappear?"

"Dusty, I don't know, I really don't know."

Dusty and Jeff were sitting in the Three Broomsticks, tucked away in a dark corner where they could talk in private. Dusty took along sip of his Warm Butter beer, it had a shot of fire whiskey, causing the liquid to burn the back of his throat.

"Alright, then lets talk about that magazine, shall we?" Jefferson cringed. Some idiot had decided to ask her for her autograph, flashing the not so little sisterly picture at her brother, he was not happy.

"Dusty, I already explained this to you."

"Yea, but I don't get it still. Why the fuck would you three do something like this? I mean, sure, I know you haven't always been the most modest kid, and you tend to do some stupid shit, but come on Jefferson, what the hell has been going on over here?"

"Dus, you know that you're my favorite sibling, and I would absolutely die if something ever happened to you, and I tell you everything. I even told you about Jay Jackals. But this isn't mine, I cant tell you this. You have to take this up with Gin."

"Jeff, I love you, I don't wanna see you ruining what little bit of a good rep I have managed to save for you."

"Dustin, how old am I?" Jefferson asked in a voice that was fed up with everything. She was mad at herself for not being able to protect her best friend, fed up with being treated like a baby from her idol, and hurt that He felt that she couldn't take care of herself."

"What's the point?"

She gave him a sigh before grabbing her cloak and standing up, he simply gave her a blank stare.

"I am almost seventeen years old. That's the point Dusty. Yea, you're my big brother, yea I love you. But I am a big girl, I don't need you to rush to my side when I fall down. Give me a chance to pick myself up." with that she turned and walked out, leaving him to sit and think about what she had said.

Dustin Tally had had his fair share of saving his baby sister. When she did something incredibly stupid and needed to be bailed out, he was there. She came to him with every problem she encountered, from homework to boys. When she had abandoned dolls for the opposite sex, Dusty had given her advice, had even covered for her in later years when she had missed curfew. One of the things that had made their relationship so wonderful, was that no matter what, he had never judged her, sure, she had known when she had done something that didn't please him. But never, had he judged, because truth be told, she got her wild ways from him.

There was no doubt in Dusty's mind that anything Jeff did, she was a willing party and knew full well what the consequences would be. In the sixteen and a half years that he had been blessed with having a little sister, he had taught her well how to care for herself, even in the most unsatisfactory of circumstances.

So why did he just make an ass of himself? This was no worse then anything she had pulled before, was he suddenly the over protective jack ass that he had strived never to become simply because for once, she hadn't come directly to him with all of her problems? Or was it that he hadn't seen her in so long? What ever the case, he had a lot of sucking up to do.

After leaving The Three Broomsticks, Jefferson had made her way to a nearby clothing store. Shopping had always helped her calm down. She had missed Dusty terribly since she had left, and she had fully intended to pour her problems out to him, but the way he had acted towards her back there, it had been the straw that broke the proverbial camels back.

She didn't need him telling her what to do, she had known what was going to happen, as did everyone else that had participated, she had made sure of that. It wasn't done out of stupidity, now dumb did he think she was?

It had taken all her strength not to tell her beloved brother to go to hell, where she thought, she would send anyone else that happened to cross her today. Heaving a sigh she began to look for an appropriately inappropriate outfit for the ball.

It wasn't in Jefferson to be the modest little sister that needed constant protection from her big brother, sure there were times that she needed him, to defend her, protect her, or to chase away the big bads from under her bed. But he had always given her a sense of independence to go along with his saving her, as if it was up to her. But today, today he had made her feel so small.

She used to hero worship him, he was her superman. And she still thought of him that way, to some extent. After a good hour of looking through the small, highly expensive little shop, she purchased a pink puffy dress and tiara. The dress looked like something her mother had probably wore to prom, but she had a feeling she could fix it up. So she had it wrapped up and then made her way back to the castle, never once letting her mind wonder back to her brother.

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Clean, who after helping Ginny had stepped out while she bathed, was at the moment setting by the lake, smoking a cigarette and lazily watching the squid.

"That's a nasty habit you have their, mate."

Clean, not exactly a people person looked up at the boy and grunted. The boy was tall, most likely about Spikes height, with blonde and blue tips. He was wearing the mandatory school uniform, and the Slytherin crest.

"Not very talkative are you?" the boy asked as he took a seat next to him, his eyes drifting out to the lake.

"Usually, when someone don't talk back, that means they want you to go away." The boy smirked.

"So you must be Ginny Weasley's newly appointed body guard."

"What makes ya think that, kid?" Clean asked as he took another drag. It had been a tough day so far. And he would have liked nothing more then to beat the living hell out of about half of the schools population, chicks included. They were all stuffy, closed-minded little freaks.

"You fit the bill. Sure, the other one might have, if he had a few more inches of muscle and didn't disappear off with Tally."

"Nice deduction, kid. I'm Clean, now who the hell are you?"

"Clean? That's your name?" The boy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yea, kid, that's what people call me." Clean answered, slightly miffed. It had been a long time since someone had dared made fun of his name…well…a little over a year since a certain little red head had anyway.

"Draco Malfoy."

"The Prince of Slytherin huh?"

"Heard of me have you?" Draco asked, smirking slightly.

"A little, and if I felt like getting up, I would beat the living fuck out of you." Draco meekly swallowed, thanking all the gods that this man didn't feel like getting up, he could take Ron Weasily, but this guy, no way in hell. "So, Ferret, don't you have a class to be attending or something?"

"Yea, with the old bat in the tower, bunch of bullocks if you ask me…she loves predicting peoples deaths, especially Potters…slimy lil fuck…but didn't feel like it and came down here, your in my spot ya know."

"Hmmmm…I didn't have the miraculous "Inner Eye" and usually just slept during that period, and as for Potter, when I catch that lil bastard imma gut him and feed him to the squid."

"Hmmmm…wish I would have thought about that when I had him, but I don't think the squid eats people…"

"You caught that reject?" Clean asked, a whole new respect showing in his deep blue eyes. Draco merely nodded, not feeling the particular need to talk about it at the moment. "Alright, now you're the one that's not in a talkative mood." Clean said after five minutes. Draco merely grunted in reply. A little while longer and suddenly Clean broke the silence again.

"So, what does a guy have to do to get some food around here?" He asked and he stood up. Draco quickly checked his watch, it was about time for lunch.

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The Great Hall, as usual, was loud. And the great topic of discussion herself was currently being sandwiched in-between Blaise and Spike. She hadn't been able to find Clean. He had went out to smoke a cigarette, but that had been two and a half hours ago, he had never come back. She was beginning to get worried…it had been a bad idea to let him roam Hogwarts alone, he didn't know the grounds. but as it stood, Spike had stated that Clean, despite his mannerisms, was indeed, a grown man completely capable of caring for himself. So that's how she came to be sitting between them, a plateful of food in front of her.

Sighing quietly she pushed the food around on her plate.

"I wonder what's wrong with Tally." Pansy said as she took the seat across from Ginny.

"Whatcha mean?" Blaise asked around a mouthful of potatoes.

"Where in the hell is the ferret?" Hermione asked as she took the seat next to Pansy, a few first years shot her a glare, which she shot right back. Pansy shrugged and bit into an apple.

"Don't know, why?" Spike asked as a grouchy looking Rivers came in, glared at a few people who were rudely talking extremely loud about her friend.

"I am so sick of people in general." she stated before she took a seat next to Hermione. Everyone nodded, agreeing that they too were sick of the people at Hogwarts.

"What's for lunch, Gin-n-Tonic?" Clean asked as he and Draco took a seat at the table.

"Food." Rivers said as she threw half of a roll at him.

"Good cuz' I'm stavin' like Marvin." Jefferson said as she appeared behind Hermione and Rivers. "Move over, I'm hiding from the big bad brother." The two made room for her and she slid into her seat right as Dusty came in.

Jefferson shot her brother a glare that clearly read she was in no way ready to deal with him again any time in the near future.

"So Dus, how was your day?" Clean asked around a mouthful of potatoes. Dusty merely grunted.

"You do realize that you Americans are a bloody lot of grouches right?" Draco asked, earning himself a few glares, he merely shrugged and started up a conversation with Clean about his profession.

Another one bites the dust…lol…review, its like chocolate!