Moira's favorite thing about floo powder, was the time alone you get to spend. Though it is an insanely short amount of time, it was hers. Her time alone. She could think about anything, yearn for anything. I Want /anything...or anyone. But the second those glorious green flames disappeared, she felt forced to sink back into herself, and hide herself deep inside.

"What took you so long?" Ginny asked, brushing the soot off of Moira's robes. Her stomach felt like it had floated into her throat. Ginny was so kind to her, and there she was, wanting Ginny's boyfriend as hers. She felt incredibly selfish.

"Oh, I um... forgot something." She muttered, eyes on her shoes.

Moira felt strange the rest of that evening, she rarely spoke to Ginny out of fear that the guilt would return to her body, but it only grew worse when she saw the hurt look on Ginny's face. Moira couldn't stand looking at her anymore, so she ran upstairs into Neil, Ron and Harry's shared room. She needed her brother. He wouldn't be her first choice in normal circumstances, but right now, he was the closest and most understanding person she had. As she began her descent upstairs she heard a strange noise, like a shuffling of books and papers in directions they weren't supposed to move. She followed the noise to a slightly ajar door. She peeked quietly inside, and there, sitting on the writing desk, was Hermione. Neil was facing her, holding her hands in his, and rubbing them with his thumbs lovingly. Then he leaned in and kissed her softly, and she kissed him back. It started out soft but grew deeper and more passionate. Moira knew that she should be happy for Neil and Hermione, but all she felt was anger for them not being there for I her /I and instead being with each other. This only brought her more guilt.

Seeing Neil moving his hands up Hermione's legs told her that her eyes were no longer welcome, and she turned to head back to her room. But as she turned, her eyes fell on a very confused looking Ron.

"What are you-" Moira held her hand up to quiet him. She began to pull him away from the door, but to Moira's horror, he went the in the opposite direction, toward Hermione and Neil. Everything seemed to take place like a slide show after that. First was Ron's concerned face heading for the door. Then him peeking through the barley open doorway. His angered jealous face. His hand reaching for his wand. Moira's scream of horror when she realized he was going to jinx her brother.

"Ron! Stop it!" She screamed grabbing at his arm. The door was wide open now. Neil looked confused, while Hermione seemed utterly horrified. Moira could just imagine what the scene looked like to Harry, who had run down the hall at the sound of her cry.

Inside an empty room was a girl sitting on a desk across from a boy with a hand beginning to run up her robes staring open-mouthed at another girl wrestling hopelessly with another more malevolent looking boy who was attempting to aim a wand at the boy with a hand up someone's robes. (It was all quite confusing actually).

"Ron! What the bloody hell are you doing?" Harry yelled with urgency, coming to Moira's aid and pulling him back.

"Yes Ron, please tell us... what i were /I you doing?" Hermione asked in an almost hysterical voice.

Ron was wrestling fiercely against Harry's grip, "What were i you /I doing? HMMM!" he practically screamed, "It looks to me like you were about to get up close and personal with an APE!"

"Hey! That ape happens to be my brother, and no one jinxes the ape but me!" Moira retorted, taking an aggressive step forward before she was warded off by Harry.

"Oh no! Moira, I can't hold both you and Ron back!" He yelled, shaking his head rigorously.

"I'm fine," Ron mumbled, shouldering Harry aside and stalking off to his own room, locking Harry, who was wearing only a towel, out, and forcing him to make his way awkwardly downstairs to ask Mrs. Weasley to magically unlock it, and nearly giving Ginny a heart attack.

"I'm so sorry," Hermione crooned later, in the privacy of their room.

"We were planning on telling everyone at dinner, it wasn't supposed to happen like this."

"Its alright, I've had my share of blunders myself today" Moira laughed, almost maniacally. Hermione looked confused, and Moira ached to tell her of all that had happened. She deserved to know. Moira felt she owed it to her, after all it was her fault that Ron had found out about her and Neil in the first place. At the same time she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell someone that had just been getting too cozy with her own brother anything, because frankly, she wasn't too happy. But she needed to tell someone. So she thought if she was going tell Hermione anything, now was the time to do it, while Ginny was out with her mother to buy ingredients to make dinner.

"Can you keep a secret?" Moira whispered, Hermione nodded subtly. Moira explained the days events to Hermione, who continuously interrupted her with gasps and giggles, but in the end, she was as solemn as Moira felt.

"This isn't good," She stated, shaking her head, "Not good at all."

"You won't tell Ginny will you?" Moira pleaded, Hermione just continued shaking her head.

"I guess I'll just have to avoid him." Moira said, half as a question. Hermione seemed to agree. Silently, they made a pact not to mention any of this to Ginny.