Ginny blinked her eyes blearily at her alarm clock, unable to shut its incessant cries out of her head.

"Come on, girl, get up now," the clock said crossly. "I want to go back to bed. It's a half an hour before I normally wake you, but you insisted on this ghastly hour last night. Well, here I am, awake and doing my job, and what thanks do I get? I've been trying to wake you for five minutes now!"

"Why would I ask you to wake me up now?" Ginny asked groggily.

"How would I know! You never tell me anything! I think you mentioned something about research though. Why you'd want to do that, I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm going to get a hoarse throat if I have to keep yelling at you to GET UP!" the clock screeched.

Ginny reached under her pillow and pulled out a mallet.

"Oh, no. Not the mallet. Please, not the mallet!" the alarm clock pleaded.

She raised the mallet above the clock, and then brought it down to lightly rap it on the off button.

"Phew," said the clock, as its voice faded away.

Ginny stretched out in her bed, and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She propped herself up with her elbows and kicked her fluffy comforter off. Immediately she regretted doing so, because it was extremely cold inside the drafty tower. Shivering slightly, she climbed out of bed, and shuffled towards her clothes. She tossed her pajamas on the bed and pulled on her robes. They, like everything else, were cold.

Ginny reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand.

"Calefacto," she muttered, pointing her wand at her robes. Orange sparks shot out, and her robes grew warm.

"Much better," Ginny said, sighing happily.

She moved towards the bathroom with caution, moving around her dorm mates that had, astonishingly, remained asleep despite the alarm clock's tirade. She splashed her face with cold water, and brushed her teeth. Then she headed down to the library.

It was common knowledge that Madam Pince was always in the library before opening hours, and, if Ginny played her cards right, she could go in and try to make sense of last night's dream. Or, rather, not a dream but a very strange reality. She'd brought the list of ingredients that Cupid had given her for the potion, but Ginny was still unsure on how to get them. Mashed burping berries were fairly common, but the rest were very rare and certainly never used for potions.

Unicorn hairs were used often in wands, but the hairs had to have already been shed, as unicorns were endangered species. The few that were collected were limited strictly to wands, and carefully guarded, so that was out of the question. She could probably get some phoenix ashes from Fawkes, but the rest she'd have to either get from Snape's own ingredients (kept under lock and key) or research where to get them.

"Madam Pince?" Ginny called, rapping on the library door.

"Madam Pince?" Ginny called again when there was no immediate response. "Please let me in, it's important."

By peering into the library through a small window, Ginny could make out Madam Pince walking swiftly towards the doors, robes billowing behind her.

"What is it?" the librarian snapped waspishly. "This library isn't open for another fifteen minutes, yet." Her angry eyes came to rest on Ginny and softened slightly.

"Oh, it's only you, Ginny. What do you need?" she asked.

"Well, Madam, I had this fantastic dream last night about a knight and his adventures, and it gave me a great idea for a short story! But, I'm afraid I didn't pay close enough attention in Professor Binns class, and I don't recall enough about medieval wizarding Europe to write it," Ginny admitted sheepishly. "I'd really like to be able to get most of the story written before I lose it, but I'd have to refresh my memory of medieval Europe first," she explained, as Madam Pince nodded knowingly. "Would you mind terribly if I came in and did some quick research?"

The librarian granted her permission, as Ginny had known she would. She followed Madam Pince into the library, listening patiently as she recommended book after book on the subject. When she finally let Ginny out of the library, she had given her five large tomes on the subject of medieval Europe, and more information on knights than she could ever want. Unbeknownst to Madam Pince, Ginny had also managed to slip Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and an herbology book into the pile.

Ginny followed the throng of sleepwalking students down to the Great Hall for breakfast, using her books as a battering ram. Entering the Great Hall, she made her way towards the Gryffindor table. Ginny plopped down on a bench, scattering her books everywhere.

"Why, Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, picking up the books and reading their titles. "I didn't know you were so interested in medieval history! And herbology…and magical creatures…" Hermione said, her enthusiasm replaced with suspicion. "All right, Ginny. What are you up to this time?"

"Nothing!" Ginny said cheekily. "I'm just …umm…studying for my mid-terms!"

"Hate to break it to you, Ginny, but mid-terms were last week," Harry said, grinning. "Now what are you really up to?"

"I can't tell you right now," she said apologetically. "But I'll tell you later, I promise!"

"As long as it doesn't involve boys, I don't care," Ron mumbled through a mouthful of cornflakes.

"You caught me! I've secretly been dating Malfoy for weeks now, and he just totally goes for the school girl look." Ginny said, mock-dramatically.

Ron just gave her a glare and went back to shoveling cereal in his mouth.

Now that the attention was diverted off of her "studying," Ginny began flipping through the pages of Dangerous Plants of the Wizarding World.

"Hmmmm…ravenous bushes…renewing weeds…salivating flowers…snare-trees!" Ginny muttered under her breath.

Mistakenly named snare-trees by Bumbelous Watterson during the great expedition of 1859, snare trees are actually vines. They were erroneously named trees because the vines actually hook onto the trees, and for all appearances, are part of the tree. The vine actually begins deep in the ground, and then works its way up into the roots and into the heart of the host tree. It then breaks through the bark on the tree's branches and once out in the open it grows down to the forest floor. There it weaves traps for its unsuspecting prey. As soon as a creature steps into the trap, it is ensnared, thus the name. In a single day the snare tree digests its prey – alive. This can be accomplished because the vine secretes an acid, and then sucks the liquefied creature inside. To avoid being captured by one of these plants, simply look for its telltale gold leaves. If captured, a wizard's only hope lies in being able to reach his or her wand to perform the Incendio charm. However, since generally the wand is inaccessible, 9 of 10 wizards trapped by the snare-tree die.

"Lovely," Ginny said. "And Cupid just happened to forget to mention this."

Dumbledore stood up, presumably to give the morning pep-talk and present the food. All the students followed suit.

"Now, students, as you all know, we recently had our midterms and…" Dumbledore stopped, and a faint wrinkle appeared between his eyes. It became apparent that Draco Malfoy was shouting something to him.

"Yes, Draco?" Dumbledore queried.

Draco shouted again. "I would like to make an announcement, sir!"

"Well, by all means, proceed!" Dumbledore replied good-naturedly.

Malfoy quickly walked up to the stage and stood behind the podium, apparently waited for something to happen. And happen it did. Suddenly the lights went off. Frightened students began murmuring amongst themselves, and one particularly high-strung Hufflepuff screamed. Their anxiety soon subsided, though, for as abruptly as the lights had gone, they returned.

But the Great Hall was not left unchanged. All the tables and benches had disappeared and there were colored lights sweeping all around, like at wizarding concerts. Most shocking of all, though, was Malfoy. A glittering disco ball twirled lazily above his head, and Malfoy himself wore a crazy looking shiny disco outfit. (A/N – Can you see where I'm going with this, Solana?)

Strands of music seeped from the walls, and Malfoy opened his mouth and began to sing.

Yeah, there was a funky singer
Playin' in a Rock & Roll Band
And never had no problems yeah
Burnin' down one night stands
And everything around me, yeah
Got to stop to feelin' so low
And I decided quickly, Yes I did
To disco down and check out the show

By this point, Malfoy was discoing in a manner that proved contagious. Some of the other students rose to their feet joining him and singing.

Yeah they was
Dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die, oh till you die

Malfoy continued to sing and dance, but the other student were no longer as interested in his performance. Unwillingly they, too, found themselves either singing or dancing or both. Dumbledore was dressed up like a ballerina – complete with a pink fluffy tutu and glittery leotard. His beard had even been braided with lacy pink bows interspersed within it. As he danced across the stage, he slammed into Hagrid, who was dressed as a caveman and singing the Flintstones' theme song.

Professor Snape, as Elvis (Ginny wasn't surprised – after all, he had the perfect hair for it) was singing "You Ain't Nothin' but a Hound Dog," in an off pitch voice while furiously gyrating his hips. Standing beside him was Professor McGonagall in an indescribable outfit. Let's just say that women the professor's age aren't meant to be dressed like Brittany Spears.

In the middle of the dance floor a few house elves were break dancing. Winky managed to incorporate her weeping into her dancing, and beside her Dobby was spinning on his head.

Shy Hannah Abbot was dancing WAY too close to Blaise Zabini while wearing a very revealing outfit, and Hermione was singing "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" from The Sound of Music,accompanied by Ron.

Suddenly, Ginny found her legs couldn't support her anymore, and fell to the ground. She expected to hear the loud "crack!" of her head hitting the hard stone floor, but instead heard a soft thump. She raised herself up and looked around, only to find herself on a miniature beach surrounded by forks.

Dreading where this was going, she looked down at her legs, only to find that a shiny green tail had replaced them. Ginny felt the cool air on her skin – no surprise since she was clothed in nothing more than two large seashells. She started to blush hotly, but didn't have much time to be embarrassed, as she began to sing in a sweet soprano.

Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has

Everything?
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Lookin' around here you'd think
Sure - she's got everything

Thankfully, the music (and the spell) ground to a halt before Ginny had to go on to the next verse. Students everywhere stood in various strange poses in a state of bewilderment. Hermione was actually in the midst of kissing Ron when the chaos stopped, but she had continued in spite of it. Hannah quickly stepped away from Blaise, hands pressed to her blushing cheeks in horror at what she had done.

Ginny climbed to her feet shakily, and sat down on one of the newly returned benches.

"Students, this is no cause for alarm, I assure you," Dumbledore said, regaining his composure quickly now that he was clothed once more in his robes. "We will find the perpetrator of this hex, and bring them to justice. In the meanwhile, I doubt that these strange happenings are going to stop, but those that do occur I want you to ignore. No teasing the unfortunate victims…just going on with your normal activities. Until this is solved, however, there shall be no classes. Instead, each student shall remain in their dormitories in the care of their head of house, and various other professors. If something should happen, Madam Pomfrey is always available."

"No she's not!" Professor Flitwick interrupted. "We were going to inform you after breakfast Albus. Madam Pomfrey is…well, I don't know quite how to say this, but she's a whale right now," he sputtered.

"Oh…I see," said Professor Dumbledore, thinking fast. "In that case, the professors shall do their best to make you comfortable. Now, I want everyone to return to their dormitories at once."

"This way!" Percy cried shakily, wiping a bit of pink lipstick off his face. "This way please, follow me now." The other Head Boys and Girls took up the call, and slowly, jerkily, the students filed out of the Great Hall. Ginny stayed behind, gathering up her things.

A hand tapped her on the shoulder, making Ginny nearly drop her books. It was Malfoy, looking very pale.

"Look Weasley, I…" he said, trailing off

"Oh, it's just you Malfoy. So, do you believe me now?" Ginny asked smugly.

"I suppose so," Malfoy admitted, albeit reluctantly. "And I guess I'm going to have to help you."

"Oh good!" Ginny exclaimed.

"But only because my reputation can't stand another incident like that," Malfoy said quickly.

"Of course. Heaven forbid that you actually do something good without an ulterior motive," Ginny said sarcastically. "Look, go into Snape's private storage room and see if he has any of those ingredients. Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 10 o'clock and bring your broom. I'll be waiting for you. Oh, and I'd recommend that you wear some sturdy muggle clothes. Where we're going we'll need them."

"Where's the Room of Requirement?" Malfoy asked.

"Second floor, three doors to the right of Transfiguration," Ginny replied. "And don't be late."

Okay, I know I said the disclaimer applied to all chapters, but I'm gonna add to it. I don't own Play that Funky Music or Part of Your World either. I have been looking forward to this chapter forever now, and I hope it actually turned out well. I REALLY REALLY tried hard to make it go more slowly and smoothly, and I hope I succeeded in that. I also had a hard time getting this chapter written between EVIL Microsoft Word and visiting relatives. This chapter was 10 whole pages long! I guess that's because I went slower. Anyway, thanks to all my reviewers, you really make my day! Oh, and I promised my little sister I'd say this, so here goes. She believes that if a dementor drank a Chantico (an extremely rich hot chocolate from Starbucks that tastes like pure melted chocolate), he would go away skipping and sugar-high. From my experience, that theory just might be accurate. Anyway, here goes the age-old plea. PLEASE REVIEW!

PS. My Sister rules

PPS. Sister typed that

Yeah, I know my sister typed that. I let her read the chapter (as she's a big fanfiction reader) and then when I came back, I found that on the story. There's always an ulterior motive!