Hermione didn't come back last night. I don't know where she was, but I sense that it was not good. Our know-it-all bookworm would never pull an all-nighter on us with out there being a reason. Maybe Draco paid someone to lock her up there with him. That would have been funny. I wonder who would have done it though; definitely not Pansy or one of the others from his harem of sluts, maybe Zabini or someone from another house.

Oh look, here comes the ever elusive face-suckers, what noises will they make today? Wow, they at least sat down before they started, oh god, will they stop? Why do they have to sit next to me? They're gonna make me sick! I wonder if Madam Pomfrey would be able to make it physically impossible for them to do that, particularly in public, maybe remove their lips or something.

At least Harry is coming now, someone to share my pain with. Sitting next to me, Harry wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek. He is just so sweet for words; he always seems to know how to make me better. I wonder if its psychic connection lets try.

Now I gotta keep my face straight, don't want to show emotions, now think Ginny think. I want you to kiss me passionately. I want you to kiss me passionately. Keep face straight Gin, keep it straight. I want you to kiss me passionately. Is he coming closer? Yes? No? Come on Harry, kiss me passionately. No, he wants the pumpkin juice, definitely not telepathic in any way. Damn.

Hey look, there's Hermione, and she had bed hair, and-is-being-viciously-glared-at-more-than-usual-by the-harem-of-sluts. I wonder what she got up to last night…hee hee?

"…" Oh dear it's the deathly silence, never a good thing, but a usual for our Hermione as her nose is usually stuck in a book. But still, not a good thing especially considering the look on her face!

"Hey Mione, where were you last night?" Harry asked, clearly not noticing the bags under her eyes, her messier-than-usual hair and crumpled robes.

Glaring at her best friend Hermione took a breath to calm her self before starting, "Well, I went to go and free Draco and the harem of sluts accidentally locked me inside the tower with Draco instead of themselves. And I only got two of my usual eight hours sleep, because after untying Draco, I tried in desperation to free myself from the tower, and then he expected me to sleep next to him because he was cold. I AM NOT A TEDDY BEAR!"

Ohkay then…she had a really bad night then, personally I wouldn't have minded being Draco Malfoy's teddy bear, look at his chest! I really shouldn't think about his body, I have Harry's, "Harry, come here!" Oooo, I can feel his muscles, I wonder if Draco…No, bad thoughts, going out with Harry, not Draco, Harry!

"Ginny, why are you staring at the Ferret while feeling my very manly chest?" Harry asked while looking down on the red-head groping his muscles.

"Oh, um…I was just testing to make sure you had more muscles than the ferret." I replied grinning, hoping to hell that the explanation would work.

"You know I have more muscles than the Ferret, even Neville does!" Harry replied as Hermione death glared him more.

"I happen to know that he has a very strong grip when he wants to hug you like a teddy bear." Hermione matter-of-factly told him.

"That's just cuz he lurves you 'Mione."

"Does not!"

"Hermione and Mal-ferret sitting in a tree,"

"If you continue…"

"K"

"…I'm gonna flatten you…"

"I"

"…into an unrecognisable pulp…"

"S"

"…then drown you in a wading pool…"

"S"

"…and then feed you to Crookshanks…"

"I"

"…and when he craps you out…"

"N"

"…I'm gonna dump you on the doorstep of the death-eaters HQ and light you on fire…"

"G"

"…You can so consider yourself DEAD!"

As you could imagine, this ordeal was quite amusing; with Hermione yelling in whispers, and Harry singing in whispers. It got better when she jumped him and started to pull his hair. Funnier yet; when Harry turned around, they started slapping each other, their faces turned away and their hands flying in all directions.

By now all of the great hall had heard the fight and had started chanting "Bitch fight! Bitch fight!", making Hermione all the madder. So naturally, like any one extremely angered by a simple song, she froze time, grabbed her wizard face painting kit, and made everyone's face something different. I was a rainbow; Harry was a garbage bin, Draco was a ferret, Pansy was a leaf, Lavender was orange and Ron had huge lip marks all over her face. She even painted Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape, Snape was Oscar from Sesame Street; McGonagall was a cat, while Dumbledore had muggle sweets painted all over his face.

Yeah, Hermione has issues with publicly displaying her relationship with Draco. Note to self; never address Hermione as a couple with Draco unless wishes to die. Anyways, after she finished her spectacle she ran out of the great hall and headed straight to her first class.

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