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Chapter 4

"Shh!" hissed Ginny when Lavender's giggles became too loud, again. Ginny wished for the hundredth time that Lavender didn't volunteer with her. The two of them had received the hardest part of the prank: actually getting into the boys' side and planting it into the boys' dorm. She could hear them talking in their bathroom underneath her and began to think of what will happen to them if the boys caught them. She shivered and hoped fervently that they won't get caught.

"Ginny, when are we going to finish?" whined Lavender. "I have a very important meeting to get to. Parvati, Pansy, and I are going to compare which hairstyles go better with our new outfits!" Make that a hundred and one times. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Lavender, why in Merlin's name did you volunteer to come if you can't stay the whole night?" replied Ginny, sweetly. Lavender looked startled.

"We're going to stay all night?" she demanded, raising her voice a bit. Ginny sighed.

"Shh! Maybe. I'm not sure. It depends on whether or not they'll go to sleep soon. Well? Why did you come?" she repeated.

"To scope out the guys, of course! I mean, this is, like, a huge opportunity to see them at night! When they are getting ready for bed!" Lavender squealed. Ginny rolled her eyes again and began to chant a mantra: 'I will not shove Lavender out. I will not shove Lavender out. I will NOT shove Lavender out!' She gritted her teeth as she heard Lavender gush about all of the cute guys. Her mantra became even louder when she heard Lavender go on about Dean, the guy Ginny was seeing. Her thoughts screeched to a halt when she heard her talk about a fantasy involving Dean and whipped cream. With a shriek of outrage, she lunged at the startled girl and shoved her out of the ventilation shaft. (AN: pretend the house elves use them to do, um, stuff.) While the boys swarmed over to Lavender, who was busy screaming her head off, Ginny scurried to the dorm and fastened the spell over the door. She didn't know that a certain stormy-eyed boy was sitting on his favorite chair, recording everything that was going on. He laughed evilly, and Ginny whipped her head around, horrified.

"My dear Weaselette. Now, just what do you think you are doing?" he inquired, sneering at the trembling girl.

"Um...uh..." she stuttered, trying desperately to find a way out. Draco just looked at her, amused.

"You had better leave before everyone comes in," he said, smirking. "By the way, how do you propose getting all of the boys to be affected by your spell? You had better combine the spell with a concealment charm that will last until morning. After all, you don't want them to find a way to take it off." Ginny looked confused at the advice before remembering that he was a 'neutral' recorder.

"Thanks Drake!" she chirped, before doing exactly what he said. Draco gaped at her, outraged and secretly impressed by the audaciousness of the titan haired girl. Before he could say anything, she disappeared up the ventilation shaft. A few minutes later, everyone came in talking about Lavender. They didn't notice the spell, shining above them. Draco couldn't help but start laughing as the last person entered the dorms. This made the Gryffindor seventh year boys suspicious, but they just shrugged and entered the door leading to their beds. Draco quickly remembered that Blaise wanted some pictures of Finnegan, and if she didn't get them...well, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty. He knocked on their door and entered, without waiting for a reply. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him and began to laugh even more.

"What's so funny, Malfoy?" demanded Ron, annoyed. The fiery-tempered boy was sitting on his bed, using his chess pieces to figure out their next move. The thing is, he had cut out the faces of some of the girls--namely Ginny and Hermione-and pasted them onto the chess pieces. "And what do you want?"

"Nothing," gasped Draco, trying desperately to stop laughing. "And I want Finnegan." He didn't notice that Harry had been watching him when he had entered the room or the black glare thrown at Seamus, who gulped, terrified.

"Why do you want me?" Seamus asked, meekly. He wondered if he'll have to transfer to a different school--make that a different country! Everyone in Gryffindor--in fact, the whole school except Draco--knew that Harry had claimed the Ice Prince of Slytherin. Draco rolled his eyes.

"I'm not going to eat you," the pale boy said, dismissively. "I received a request from someone to get pictures of you. That's all I want." Seamus sighed with relief.

"All right. Where do you want me?" he asked, flirtatiously. It was a known fact that Seamus would shag anyone--girl or boy. He blanched, however, as he felt Harry's glare drilling into him. Draco looked startled, as the hangings on the bed began to shake, but blamed it on the wind.

"I don't want you anywhere," he replied, thinking how Blaise would kill him if he even thought about touching the sandy-haired Irishman. Fortunately, he was head over heels for certain green-eyed boy. "A certain girl would love to have you in her bed-the catch, if your desires roam to someone else, it'll get ugly. For the purposes of your pictures, try the bed." He sighed at the stupidity and hentainess (AN: is that even a word?) of the Irishman, before glaring at him. "Well!" he barked. "I don't have all night!"

"All right," Seamus grumbled. "Keep your pants on!" Uh oh, wrong thing to say. Harry stalked over to where Seamus was and dragged him outside to have a 'little' talk.

(Outside their room)

"Seamus, my dear, dear friend. I know it's in your nature to flirt with every living thing on earth but, STAY. AWAY. FROM. DRACO! HE. IS. MINE!" hissed Harry, extremely angry at the impish Irishman. Seamus quickly backed away from the irate boy, hands up defensively.

"Now, Harry, old chap. You know I didn't mean anything by it," he said, nervously. Harry sighed, raking his hand through his hair.

"I know you didn't, Seam. It's just really hard, to see him, to have him close by, but not to touch him." said Harry, softly. Seamus stared at him, sympathetically.

"It's okay, mate. I'm sure it isn't that hopeless," said Seamus. He suddenly grinned, mischievously. "Let old Seamus fix things up, 'kay?" With that, the sandy-haired boy bounded back into the room, humming cheerfully. Harry followed, dreading what would come next. This was way too much for him-the war against one of his best friends, who was practically his sister, and figuring out what Seamus was up to.

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