Chapter 6:

"Hey Corn stalk!" Ginny called to Allison coming from across the aisle on Gryffindor's side.

"Must you call me that?" she asked cringing and welcomed her to the Ravenclaw table.

They (Moonshine and Ginny) had recently dubbed her with that name because she had accidentally turned Professor Flitwick into a cornstalk the day before. It was now Friday and Allison was dreading going to work the next day.

"Yes," she said smiling, "We must because you now have a nickname worthy of the group."

"Group? What group?" Allison asked.

"Moonshine, you, and me."

"And what are we?"

"… I haven't figured it out that far." She shrugged and handed Allison the plate of potatoes she'd been eyeing.

"I didn't want them." she commented.

"Yes you did." She said teasing her, "I could see it in your eyes: 'I want starch!' They were screaming it."

"Oh shut-up, Gin. You know you're no good at Divination." She teased back.

"Neither are you." She laughed.

"Will you two shut-up? Dumbledore's ghost is trying to say something." Moonshine told the two giggling girls.

"AHEM!" a pale figure said form the front of the Great Hall.

All went silent.

"Thank you." It said, "As you all know, it is time to pick the new Head Boy and Head Girl."

A few cheers came from Hufflepuff, they had the best pick for the boy and a few heads turned in Allison's direction. What did they want?

"Okay," he announced, "I am proud to say that our new Head Boy and Girl shall be from opposing houses!"

The room, if it was possible, went even quieter. A sinking feeling came into Allison's stomach, why?

"Luna Carrington from Ravenclaw, and Draco Malfoy from Slytherin!" he cried.

Shouts came from all directions and Luna sat there dumbstruck.

"She wasn't even a prefect! How in hell did she become Head Girl?" were the whispers floating around from Hufflepuff.

"Professor," she said when the feast ended, "I think that there's been some… some mistake."

"No mistake at all, our original pick, Miss Granger, declined from the position and recommended you in her stead." He told her as the students filed out of the hall.

"But sir!" she protested.

"What?" he asked calmly.

She looked at him, "Don't I get to have a say in this?"

"Nope." He shrugged and walked away humming an abstract tune.

Moonshine gaped at him and then stalked back to Ginny and Allison. The steam was practically spouting out of her ears.

"So… I guess this means no more fire whiskey?" Ginny asked.

Moonshine glared at her, "Of course we're still gonna drink! What kind of self-respecting girl do you think I am?"

"Umm…" she said thinking, "I dunno, but what if we get caught? Wouldn't that make you lose the title?"

"That's the point, and besides… we're not gonna get caught anyway."

"I'm technically the only one here who doesn't get wasted." Allison muttered.

"That's because you're a cornstalk!" Ginny teased.

"What does being a corn stalk have to do with anything?" Allison exclaimed.

"Everything, or didn't you know?" she asked slyly.

"You are such a Weasley." A snide voice commented.

The trio whirled around and saw Draco leaning against a statue with Crabbe and Goyle by his side.

"You know," Allison started, "You lose the sexiness when you have bodyguards around you when you lean on a wall like that."

He shot her a look and then smirked at her.

"Well there's not one thing attractive about you." He chuckled.

"To a Slytherin perhaps." Moonshine piped up annoyed, she had her arms around Ginny's shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Are you saying that because we're in Slytherin, we're inferior to the rest of you and your merry little gang?" he asked straightening and reaching for his wand.

"Precisely." She said firmly.

Allison looked from the wand to her friends, was this worth getting into a fight over?

"Look Draco," Ginny said through a forced smile, "I'm sure my brother will apologize in due time for what he did to your hair, but until then, leave me and my friends out of this."

"This isn't about my hair," he told them, "though I could easily change that ratty red of yours to maroon."

"You touch her hair and you get hexed to the next dimension." Allison said suddenly.

"You hex me and you'll have more than Crabbe and me to deal with." Goyle said.

"It's 'Crabbe and I' not 'Crabbe and me'." Moonshine corrected snickering.

Goyle stood there perplexed; he obviously didn't get it. Maybe he was just all muscle and no brains… that would explain a lot.

"Doesn't matter," Draco continued flatly, "what does is that if you lay a hand on me, you'll be sent to Azkaban."

So... how'd you like it? Sorry I haven't updated, I've been busy doing homework cough damn AP history cough yeah, so please R&R! I need feedback!!!!!