A/N: Sorry that it's taken me SOOO long to update--I've been out of town, not to mention my horrible case of writer's block. Gosh..why did I butcher the end of the last chapter so! Now I actually have to write off of that! I really don't know what I'm going to do..! If anyone's got some ideas for more twists in the story, please, do tell! BTW, this is from Luca's point of view for quite a bit, so bear with me. I'm sorry, Freaky darling, I know you asked for Ginny, but I simply MUST share her encounter with--er..anyway, here it is!

Disclaimer: OMG! I had such a weird dream last night--something about mutant elves that attacked my house with bonbons and Barbie heads...they were HUGE elves though. They tried to come into our house, but then got knocked out with laughing gas so we beheaded them and had a bonfire. Weird, huh? Oh, yeah, I don't own Harry Potter.

It was true. Ginny had indeed gotten a detention for setting off dungbombs. Actually, she hadn't done anything--Malfoy had framed her. That night she had to go scrub the dungeon floors with the other detentionees. For now, however, it was off to dinner. She had planned on spending her break in the Library finishing her latest Potions assignment with Luca, but her dear friend claimed to have to take care of 'something else', so Ginny had gone with Luna instead.

Ginny met up with Luca outside the Great Hall a few minutes into supper.

LUCA'S POV:

"Hey, where were you during break?" Ginny asked as they walked in together.

Uh-oh...certianly can't let her know.. Luca plastered a smile on her face. "I had to see Professor McGonnagal about something."

Ginny looked skeptical. "All break?" Luca just shrugged. As a matter of fact, she had met Blaise...

Luca hurried along the corridor to the empty Charms classroom.

"Hey, you wanted to meet with me--what is it?" She asked the tall, dark haired hunk (AN: GAG) infront of her.

"It's about Weasley and Draco." Blaise had a smirk playing over his lips.

Such lovely lips..so cute...LUCA! Get back to business! Luca mentally smacked herself.

"What about them?"

"Lovely couple, aren't they?"

"What're you getting at, Zabini?"

"Oh, come now, darling, don't let House differences get in the way--last names are so crude. Call me Blaise." His smirk flashed into a hurt expression--joking, of course.

"Alright, BLAISE, what d'you mean, lovely couple?"

"Draco and Weasley. He seems quite taken with her. You should see him think up new--er..pranks and such."

"Oh, I know--you ought to see Ginny!" Luca hoisted herself onto a desk facing Blaise, grinning.

"Anyway, I'm here about the newest..er..plot." He dangled a round, webbed object with feathers.

"A dream catcher? Some plot! What's he going to do--fill her head with crazy dreams about him thinking up a plot that DOESN'T backfire! HA!"

Blaise feigned hurt again. "Hey! This one was MY idea!"

Blushing furiously, Luca apologized. Blaise just grinned. "Don't worry, Luca." She blushed even harder. "This is not a dream catcher. Infact, it's quite the opposite."

"So, what is it then? A nightmare..er..instigator? Inducer?"

"Er..actually it IS a dream catcher, for lack of a better name. But it does cause nightmares as opposed to keeping them away."

"So you need me to plant the bad dream provoker?"

"Yes. As I obviously don't know the Gryffindor password, I cannot install the horrific fantasy compeller."

"Wow, these dream catcher terms are getting worse and worse.." Blaise laughed along with her. When break was over, as Luca took the dream catcher from him, their fingers brushed slightly, tingling.

Smiling tightly, Luca replied. "Yes, dear. All break. It was quite important."

GINNY'S POV:

I wonder what's got her knickers in a bunch! Ginny was rather affronted at Luca's short response. Oh well, I'll drop it.

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Detention that evening was not a pleasant experience for Ginny. Infact, it hadn't been too wonderful for any of the students unfortunate enough to have done something mischevious, as they weren't to leave until everything was cleaned to Filch's desire--in other words, until a student keeled over dead from scrubbing old blood and mold from the walls or everything was spotless.

Ginny was rather brainlessly scrubbing away at a particularly stubborn spot of vomit in the corner, the only sense in her body being the anger and rage coursing through her veins. Malfoy's the bloody git who set of the ruddy dungbombs, anyway! I don't see why I'm the one who gets stuck scraping feces off the ceiling! (o.0)

Ginny was maniacally happy when a poor first year fell off a ladder while working on a spot of grime particularly high up on the wall, breaking his wrist. Filch was quite disappointed when both McGonnagal and Madam Pomfrey ordered that the students be sent to bed, as it was well past midnight.

After a quick shower that softened her aching muscles, Ginny collapsed into bed, not even noticing the small item hanging over her bed. As she fell asleep immediately, her dreams began immediately.

Let's just say these dreams weren't the most pleasant ones for the leader of the KDMBWHHEASM club. (A/N: Kill Draco Malfoy Because We Hate HIs Egotistical Attitude So Much)

A/N: Yes, this is the real author's note. Anywho, another chapter done. I had been PLANNING on doing two chapters tonight, but since it's just so gosh durned late, and I've gotta do a physical tomorrow and all that junk, just R&R..and PLEASE let it be longer than one sentence! As much as I LOVE the er..LOVE that I'm getting, I like to read more than 'update soon' or 'great job'. LOVE YOU DEAR READERS:D 3