After another round of laughter and fist-bumps, Hermione continued with her speech, but Ginny tuned her out. Luna was sitting with the Ravenclaw, twirling her hair, and looking out the window. When she looked at Ginny, she grinned, nodded towards the Slytherins, and mouthed 'how about dating one of them? Harry'll love it.'

Ginny smirked back. Luna was on to something there. She looked at the group of Slytherins. They all were actually rather hot, and they had the whole bad-boy/playboy/heart-breaker thing down. Death Eaters? She had handled Tom Riddle. What could a bunch of followers do?

A/N Thanks for the reviews!

Summerbleuz: Well, I know Luna's not exactly like that, but this makes her more interesting…

'Wow! Look at THIS!' Melanie Griffin gasped to Ginny as they followed Hermione and Malfoy into the new Prefect tower.

'The password is unity.' Hermione explained as she pushed the portrait of people from the 17th century dancing open.

Ginny gazed around the common room. It was large, decorated in the various house colours. There were couches, tables, and a blazing fireplace.

'Girls on the left, boys on the right. The Heads dorm is straight ahead, with Malfoy' on the right, mine on the left, in case you need something.'

'I need something. I'm lonely. Draco?' Pansy Parkinson joked.

There were laughs from the Slytherins, and giggles from other students.

'Take a number, Pansy.' Malfoy winked, then walked towards his dorm room.

Everyone used his actions as a cue to go explore their dorms.

'Well this is just brilliant. We have to share a dorm with Hanna Abbott, Pansy Parkinson, Cho Chang' (here the girls snickered because of Cho failing her final year and having to repeat it) 'Arabella Halliwell-Turner, and Mya Rebskin.' Ginny whispered to Luna.

'It could be worse.' Luna replied. 'We could have Crumple Horned Snoracks as roommates. They snore quire a bit.'

'Uh, yaah, thanks Luna.' Ginny replied as they reached their dorm.

It was a large room, with the standard furnishings.

'I call this bed!' Parkinson shrieked, flopping down by the best bed, the one next to the window which had its desk directly underneath it.

'THIS ONE'S MINE!' Halliwell-Turner giggled, flopping on the second best one.

'You can't choose the beds! That's not fair!' Hanna cried.

'Nothing's fair.' Parkinson shrugged, flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder and giving the chubby girl an annoyed glare.

'Shut up Parkinson you cow, and go fruuping shag some man-whore, since that's all you're good for, you slut.' Cho Chang snapped, fixing her hair and staring avidly at herself in the mirror.

'DEAR!' The mirror gasp. 'Language!'

'Chang, just because you can't get any doesn't mean that you should be jealous of those who can. I mean, really, you got dumped by Weaselette's sloppy seconds, and the only action you can get is from Diggory, but he's dead, isn't he? Are you a necro now?'

'Weasley's boyfriend left her for me.' Chang snarled.

'Is that what he told you?' Ginny demanded. 'Correction, I dumped him, he wasn't man enough for me, if you get my drift.' She was seething. Cho Chang and her jumped up glory, thinking that she could go steal Harry, and Michael.

Chang flushed red and snarled something before stomping out of the tower. To Ginny's surprise, Parkinson grinned at her and winked, before following Chang, yelling 'What, are you off to go shag a ghost now? Or cry?'

'What a cow. She's so touchy. Honestly, can't she just accept the facts? I mean, we ALL know she's such a slag.' Hannah Abbot sighed; the other girls in the room nodded in agreement, except for Halliwell-Turner, the other Slytherin girl, who glared.

'I know. Honestly, Chang just needs to realise she's a buggery swot-brain and grow up.' Ginny snapped, shocking ever herself.

The other girls in the dorm gasped, glaring at Ginny. Halliwell-Turner grinned at her, and drawled 'Very well put, Weasley, very well put.' And walked out.

Noting the death-rays that she was receiving, Ginny followed the brunette out.

'I wonder why you weren't put in Slytherin.' The girl said once they were out on the landing.

'Because red hair clashes with the Death Eater ensemble.' Ginny said before she could correct herself.

Halliwell-Turner shrugged. 'I think it's probably because you're too prejudiced.'

'Prejudiced? I'm not the one that hates muggle-borns!'

'That's not being prejudiced. We judge only on character.'

'Bull.'

'We think it's a character flaw to allow oneself to be born into such a family.' Halliwell-Turner shrugged. 'But if the Mudblood ever allowed themselves to prove that their above the normal lot of them…'

'Hermione's smart, and you lot don't like her.'

'I never said we were looking for who was the swot box.' The other girl raised her eyebrows, widened her amethyst eyes and gazed around the common room, looking for Parkinson. When she failed to find her, she sighed and started towards Malfoy's room.

'Coming?' She asked when she noted that Ginny was merely watching her.

'To MALFOY's room?'

'Would you rather sit in the common room and wait for the other four girls we live with to lynch you?'

Conceding the point, Ginny followed Halliwell-Turner to the Slytherin leader's lair.

It was a large room, she noted, done up in Silver and Green and full of grandeur. Parkinson was sprawled across the green duvet, ranting to the blonde sitting at the desk. The two stopped their conversation (rather, Parkinson stopped ranting) when they spotted the newcomers.

'Kitten, you've got a weasel following you.' The lord of Slytherins drawled, eyeing Ginny.

'I'm protecting her from the Potter-lovers. And don't call me that, you great prat.' Halliwell-Turner complained.

'I thought she was one, too.' Malfoy commented dryly.

Ginny rolled her eyes and shuddered. 'As if. I can't stand the bloody prat.'

Parkinson grinned. 'You're already one of us. Got anything to drink, Draco?'

'Nooo…' He began, glancing at Ginny, but Halliwell-Turner was already under his desk, yanking out a bottle of firewhisky.

'Haa haa, sharing is caring, darling.' She giggled, taking a swig.

Ginny gulped. She had done some drinking, and it was around ten at night and highly unlikely that anyone else would come in, but really…

'Want some?' The girl waved the bottle in Ginny's direction.

Noting the other Slytherins stares, Ginny gulped. She couldn't back out now, could she.

'Arabella, hand it over.' Parkinson said, after watching Ginny's face for a couple of seconds.

'I'll have some.' Ginny decided, after all, one shot couldn't hurt.

'You're all only getting one sip.' Malfoy glared. 'Slytherin party, and I'm not caring you lot back here. Knowing my luck, you'll all be horrendously sick, or something.'

'You won't have to bring me back.' Parkinson smirked.

'Me neither. I'll find a bed somewhere. So it's only Ginny.' Halliwell-Turner grinned.

'You never know, she might find someone to spend the night with.' Parkinson grinned.

Ginny paled and giggled nervously. 'I don't think…'

'Come on, Weaselette, you've got to come. What would you rather do? Spend the night, and the weekend, with the insane girls in this dorm? Or come party with us? Arabie and I'll take good care of you.' Parkinson grinned, slinging an arm around the red-head's shoulders.

'Uhhh…' Ginny hesitated. But then again, she wanted to get over Harry right? 'Count me in.' She grinned.

'Ginny?' Hermione asked as she ran into the girl in the prefects bathroom. Ginny was carefully applying mascara, ignoring the mermaid who was complaining that the red-head was blocking the view of the mirror.

'Yes?' Ginny barely paid attention to her. She was meeting Arabella and Pansy, as they insisted on being called (honestly, do you know how long my last name is? Who wants to say Halliwell-Turner all the time?).

'Ginny, where are you going?'

'Party. Tomorrow's Saturday.' Ginny responded calmly.

'Oh! But GINNY YOU CAN'T GO! I WON'T LET YOU! YOUR BROTHER WILL HATE YOU FOR ETERNITY!' Hermione wailed, placing a hand to her brow in a very dramatic manner.

'Erm, Herms?' Ginny asked worriedly.

Hermione winked, and nodded towards the door. Cho wants me to yell at you. She mouthed.

'OH HERMIONE, I COULD NEVER DREAM OF DOING THAT! SO LET ME PUT ON MY MOST WILDLY REVEALING CLOTHES AND GO HAVE WILD PASSIONATE INTERDIGITATION WITH THE NEAREST HOT BLOKE I SEE!' Ginny giggled, waved good-bye to Hermione, and opened the door.

'Hey, babe, I'm very hot, and very near.' The annoying Slytherin fifth year from the meeting winked.

'You're a year younger than me. That's creepy.' Ginny informed him, and went off to meet the Slytherins.

'You know whassi don't get?' Ginny slurred, waving her firewhisky cheerfully in the air at Theodore Nott.

'Whass?' He grinned, falling back onto the wall behind them.

'Why you lot are paying attention to me!' She giggled.

'You're hot. And Pansy dessssiiided that we have to assscept you. If we didn't, she would remove our di… erm reproductive organs.'

'Ousssh.' Ginny nodded solemnly.

'You bet.' Theodore grinned, and teetered unsteadily on his feet.

'Nott, I think you've had too much to drink.' Blaise Zambini commented.

'Course he hasss.' Ginny giggled. 'He's hassan entire handle full.'

'Uhh, alright. Now, let's get you two to a chair or something before you pass out…' Zambini said hesitantly. The drunken pair were alarmingly near the fire place, and if they fell in, it wouldn't be HIS fault.

'Wannus to hook up, issit? Well, I don't do threesomes, Zambiniiii, thassweird.' Theodore said wisely.

'Uhh, kay.' On second thought, who cared if the stupid sandy haired boy burned?

'Oy, Weaselette, you're completely sauced.' Arabella giggled. 'Ooh, that bloke over there's HOT! Ehmagawd, it's that MacMillian bloke, from Hufflepuff. Ginny, wanna know how I know I'm drunk?'

'How?' Ginny asked, waving her drink at Arabella.

'Because he looks HOT!' Arabella burst into hysterics, before stumbling away, giggling to herself.

'Sooo, wanna have wild animalistic sex?' Theodore grinned. 'I hadda better pass, but I'm so damn drunk I forgot it.'

Ginny giggled, and swayed. 'Sure!' Dammit, there was a weird voice in the back of her head that was going NO, GINNY NO!

'No, Ginny, you don't want to. You're blaggered. Come on, Blaise, let's get her back to the dorms. I don't think I'm feeling to well, either. I don't like that funny lampy thing.' Pansy interfered, looking mildly concerned

'You mean a bong?' Blaise said, sighing as he examined the older girl for signs of damage.

'No, I know what a BONG is. I don't like the thing on the TABLE.' Rolling her eyes, she gestured to a strange apparatus that was giving off light on the table.

'Erm, right. Draco, where the hell are you.'

'Here, and no, I won't have sex with you.' Malfoy said sarcastically as he wandered over, nursing a G&T.

'Help me get these two back to the commons, will you?'

'Why?' Malfoy rolled his eyes.

'Cos Ginny pro'ly shouldn't hook up with Theo.' Pansy said, grabbing a Mai Tai from the bar.

'We can stick her in the girls' dorms. It's called ENJOYING yourself, Blaise. It's a party.' Draco waved his drink in the general direction of the room. 'Besides, when've you turned into such a swot, Pans?'

'I don't want anyone getting hurt, alright? Fine, I'll get Ginny into a place where she won't get raped by you lot, then I'm coming back.' Pansy stalked off, pulling Ginny with her.

'HEYY!' Complained the remaining two. 'We would NOT.'

'Why's MacMillian here?' Blaise demanded, nodding over towards Arabella, who was draped over the aforementioned Hufflepuff.

'Dunno. Should we stop Bella before she sleeps with him?' Malfoy sighed, eyeing the petite girl.

'Pro'ly. She'd be rather upset to found out that she slept with a Hufflepuff.'

There were drills in Ginny's head. Drills that focused on her temples, slowly drilling outwards, harder and harder, accompanied with a steady pounding mallet.

'CLOSE THE EFFING DRAPES!' Someone yelled.

Ginny was about to chime in in agreement, but her head wouldn't let her. It hurt too much. Slowly she opened an eye, then closed it. Why was she in a completely green room? What the hell? She heard voices, soft ones at that, then someone muttering about having to close the drapes before she took the sun and shoved it up someone's arse.

'Gin, you awake?' A voice, entirely too shrill, asked from beside her.

'What?' Ginny re-opened her eyes, wincing at the light. The room looked like the Gryffindor dorms, or the prefect ones, except it was done up in all green. Was she in the SLYTHERIN dorms?

'Gin?'

'Yaah.' Ginny sat upright, coming face-to-face with Pansy.

'Hangover? Have some o'this.' She handed Ginny a bottle, with Weasley's Hangover Curing Potion on the side. 'Remind me to kiss your brothers for this. It's brilliant.'

'No prob.' Ginny swallowed the potion, and enjoyed the feeling of her head clearing, 'Uhh, where the heck are we?'

'Slytherin commons. You were about to sleep with Theo.' Pansy said calmly, yanking out a change of clothes for Ginny.

'Where's Arabella?'

'She spent the night with Malfoy.' Pansy said delicately, although Ginny could see her anger.

'Oops.'

'Yaah. Self-centred bitch.'

'What?' Arabella demanded from the door.

Ginny decided it was a good time to go for a flight.

Draco was in a bad mood. Normally HE was the one who told girls to get out, because he was Draco Shag-'em-and-Split Malfoy (does anyone remember the line that Matt uses in Band Camp? His was much better, and my friend came up with this when half-blazed), as Blaise like to call it. But no, he had to get piss drunk and sleep with Arabella, who was the ONLY girl who was more of a commitment-phobe than him. Godfruupingdammit.

He circled the Quidditch pitch on his broom, glaring pensively. He continued to beside the Hufflepuff tower, where he noticed a shock of red hair.

'Weaselette, spying isn't very polite.'

'WHAT THE Hell!' Ginny shrieked. 'You scared me, ferret!'

'You're spying on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team taking showers.'

'So?'

'I knew that Weasely were blood traitors and the like, but I didn't think that they'd shag Hufflepuffs.'

'Who cares what their blood is? They're hot.' Ginny ignored him. She remembered exactly why she didn't like the blonde ferret.

'I also knew that you lot were poor, but whoring yourself out isn't the best method to get money. You could try scrubbing floors with the house-elves.' The blonde gave her a superior smirk.

'Shut up.' Ginny glared.

'Or you'll sick the wonder team on me?'

'Or I'll make bats come out of your nose and attack you mercilessly.' Ginny waved her wand threateningly.

'I'm so afraid.' Malfoy sneered. 'Careful, you might poke your own eye out with that. Then the great Harry Potter wouldn't love you anymore.'

'I'm WARNING YOU, Malfoy!' Ginny glared, flying up to the top of the roof and standing on it, to get better leverage.

Malfoy landed right beside her.

'Oh, but I forgot? The great Potter doesn't love you, does he? He's broken up with you.'

Ginny tried to whack Malfoy with her broom. Malfoy grabbed it, twisted it out of her hands, and took off on his.

'Have a nice time on the roof, Weaselette!' He laughed over his shoulder.

Ginny wanted to kill him. She was stuck, on a roof, with no broom since she practically HANDED her broom to Malfoy. Why hadn't she just cursed him?

'Parkinson.' Hermione barked as the said Slytherin girl calmly walked into prefect tower.

'Yes, oh great beaverlike-one?'

Hermione clenched her fists, and demanded 'Where the hell is Ginny?'

'I dunno, probably having sex with Draco or something.' She tried to continue walking, but Hermione's outstretched arm stopped her. 'Malfoy's just come in after you. Try again.'

'I wasn't SERIOUS, Mudblood, chill. How am I supposed to know?'

'Because she was WITH you last NIGHT.' Hermione screeched.

'Slytherin parties are big, Granger. And Weaselette doesn't need a baby sitter.'

Hermione glared and stomped off, leaving Pansy to count to ten before grabbing Malfoy and dragging him into his room.

'Well, Parkinson, I knew you wanted me, but no need to drag me in here.' Malfoy smirked.

'Cut the crap, Draco. Where's Weaselette?'

'Why ask me?'

'Because you started grinning like an idiot when Hermione mentioned that the Weaselette was missing.'

'I thought she was your newest project, Pansy. Why do you call her the Weaselette?

'Because it's a good nickname, fine, if she gets killed, I will personally hold you responsible and tell everyone about the time you got so drunk that you snogged Crabbe!' On that cheerful and endearing note, Pansy swished off, not before she grabbed some champagne from Malfoy's desk.

I will not panic, I will not panic. Ginny thought worriedly as she paced back and forth. I will not panic, I will not panic, I will not panic. I am not stuck on a roof, sans broom, sans anyone knowing where I am, I will not panic, I will not panic, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!'

'Something the matter, Weaselette?' The dark form of Blaise Zambini appeared at the edge of the roof.

'DON'T DO THAT.' She shrieked.

'Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity.' He said in a sing-song voice.

'And I've reached the third sign, which is smacking people on the upside of the head randomly.' She growled.

'Witty, Weaselette, witty. Now, why were you chanting about not panicking?'

'What does it LOOK like? I'm stuck on top of a bloody roof!'

'And why were you on said roof in the first place?'

'Because I was spying on the Hufflepuff Quidditch Showers, and then the ferret came and took my broom and left me up here.'

'Spying on ickle Hufflepuffs? Why, I'm ashamed of you, my dear petite blood-traitor. I mean, I thought you had at least some self-respect. Tut, tut. Ahh well, adieu, dear.' And the prat hopped back on his broom and flew off, leaving an astounded Ginny. He had just LEFT her on the roof.

'BLOODY HELL!' She screamed, stomping angrily.

'Ginny? Is that you?' The boy wonder himself and his unshakable side-kick flew up to greet her. 'Why are you on the roof?'

Dammit. He was going to have to save her again. She was DEFINETLY not going to let herself be saved, thank you very much!

'I felt like it. I mean, it's great to enjoy the view and all, you know.'

'How'd you get up here?' Harry had that infuriating grin on his face, the I-am-just-playing-along grin. Well fine, then.

'I was meeting Blaise Zambini up here, to erm, hang out.' She grinned, smirking at Harry's and Ron's expressions of shock.

'How are you going to get down?' Harry said.

'He's just gone to get something to drink, and I'll go down with him.' Ginny was making things up wildly. Next she'd say that they were having crazy animalistic kinky sex up here.

'What exactly were you doing?' Ron demanded.

'Having crazy wild ani… I mean, I told you already. We were just hanging out.'

'Alright then.' Harry shrugged, and he and the tomato-red Ron flew off.

'So, m'dear, just hanging out were we?' A laughing voice said from behind her.