Hello people… it's been very long, hasn't it? Yes. I'm a slacker with a writer's block with ADD and that basically means slow updates. But now it's summer vacation and I'll be spending more time trying to rack out chapter. But I think I'm starting to develop some plot or something finally! I was wondering where this story was going… yeah… you'll find that out in the end of the chapter. And so to make up for the loooong wait, I have written a loooong chapter. So enjoy! Hope you guys don't get bored with it. Because I was starting too.

And I'm throwing in a lot of new characters so just to unconfused you all, I've made a small list (and some names you'll encounter in this chapter.)

Draco Malfoy: … you know, only the hottest man alive. Hehe

Ginny Weasley: the lovely lovely apple of Draco's eye. PAHA

Spencer and Gaby Weasley: The twins of Fleur and Bill who basically live and work with Ginny at the coffee place. Spencer- ambitious Gryff prefect. Gaby- ambitious Gryff Quidditch star.

Ophelia: Slytherin prefect. Sort of the 'school whore.' Is now Spencer's prefect duty partner.

Mike Felton (real name… TBA later in the story hehe): The genius metamorphmagus head boy who is now Gaby's DADA tutor.

Jake Diggory: Ginny's ex-boyfriend who has come back after about half a year.

Anna Jenkins: Obsessed head girl whose… quite interesting obsession will be introduced in this chapter.

Jeremy: School sort of bully who will be introduced in this chapter.

Hope you enjoy!

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But as he did so, another surprise came blasting in as the wooden doors to her shop swung open and a tall man, dressed in a muggle's suit attire barged in.

"Ginny."

Draco stared at this man blankly, who was on the other hand ignoring the half naked Draco completely.

"Jake?" Ginny scuffled out from behind the counter.

"I'm back."

"Well, obviously, but what are you doing here?"

"I'm back and I don't care what father thinks. I missed you." Jack swiftly strode toward her, embracing her into a very sudden kiss. Draco stared awkwardly, shirtless and forgotten, not knowing what to say anymore.

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Jake Diggory was the wizarding world's coverboy. If Draco Malfoy was considered good looking, Jake Diggory was considered gorgeous. If Draco Malfoy was considered gorgeous, Jake Diggory was considered Godly. If Draco Malfoy was considered Godly, Jake Diggory was in another country. And that's how things have been for the past six months. After the loss of his son, Cedric, Mr. Diggory had adopted an American wizard to raise, and Jake only ended up being better looking and smarter than Cedric. And being the son of the minister of magic, he was the most sought after man in Europe. However, little did Draco know that Ginny Weasley was the girl that broke out in a scandal with him almost a year back; Ginny Weasley, the innocent coffee shop owner.

Draco walked down the street of Diagon Alley, the night air hitting his bare chest sharply.

But nothing really mattered because at the moment, Draco felt nothing.

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(Several weeks later, just so you don't get confused or anything.)

Anna Jenkins was not sure whether she wanted to cry or die. She watched the scene in front of her, trying to breathe properly; in out, in out, in out…

Mike Felton had been the Love Of Her Life for five years. He was incredibly charming, extremely witty, and completely naturally smart. She? She had done nothing for the past five years than bury herself under books and she had gone through more quills than all of the student body put together. She was just the "bookish Ravenclaw girl who lived in the library."

But in the end, it got her to where she wanted to be for five years. Head girl with of course, the head boy, Mike.

Do not underestimate her, readers. She was not in love with Mike Felton because of his dashing smile, unbeatable charm and wit, but because he cared about her. And nobody ever really cared about her. What was there to care about? She was just the "bookish Ravenclaw HEAD girl who lived in the library."

He acknowledged her presence, not only, he respected her. She knew he was the Love Of Her Life when he had picked up a fallen History of Magic book for her in the second year, smiled, asked her if she was okay and helped her all the way to class. HER. The nerd. The invisible girl. And he saw her.

So she fell in love.

And when she found out that she got the position of Head Girl with the Love Of Her Life, her glasses went into her closet, her hair was straightened out by her mother, and her teeth were fixed by Madame Pomfrey. And now she was the "PRETTY bookish Ravenclaw HEAD girl who lived in the library."

Because, of course, she would be sharing the Heads dorm with… the Love Of Her Life.

Today, he was an Aryan, blonde and blue eyed, with black reading glasses in a plain white tee and worn out jeans. One thing about him (out of many) that Anna loved the most was his modesty with everything he did, wore, or even looked like. He never dressed tackily or made a big deal about his 'look of the day.' He didn't flaunt his metamorphmagus abilities or speak of his perfect scores and grades. How much she could go on and on about him…

So, when she saw Gaby Weasley and the Love Of Her Life together in the common room, laughing about something unfunny that Gaby said as that tramp flaunted her perfect legs and giggled her bubbly giggle, she seethed. Anna had spent five years to get where she was and Gaby had come into his life just a month ago and they were the best of buddies now. They "studied" defense against dark magic in the common room twice a week, which just ended up as a flirt-fest. So Anna seethed and grew to hate the barely five foot Quidditch star who was stealing the Love Of Her Life from Anna's hard-worked grip.

It had been a month now, since he started bringing Gabrielle Weasley into the Heads Dorm because Professor Malfoy had kicked them out of the classroom. The chuckling had ceased and the dorm was once quiet once more. After about an hour of silence, Anna assumed it was safe to step out of the gloomy confines of her room to the common room, just to find her enemy spread out over THEIR sofa sleeping as the Love Of Her Life, the perfect gentleman he was, put a blanket over the girl's small frame.

"Oh, hey, Anne!" Oh, an adorable nickname he had for her.

"You two must have worked hard." She said, forcing a weak smile.

"Hardly. I've been trying so hard to get her to focus and do her work but she just has the shortest attention span I've ever seen. And I know if she just puts her mind to it, she can do it but ah, then again, nobody has same drive that you do."

"She's a charming girl. Quite good at Quidditch, I heard. Not like I haven't seen either. I mean, I watch a lot of games! Quidditch games! She's very good. Very skilled Quidditch player."

"Yes, well only if she put those skills into her studying. What have you been up to?" He asks about her! He cares!

"Oh well, you know, just… gobbling." Gobbling?! Gobbling?! What the hell is gobbling?

"Ah… gobbling. Well. I better clean up here and makes sure she gets back to her dorm by tomorrow."

"Yes… you uh… hey, I was just wondering since you're here and all if you can help me define a potion? Well, not define, but you know, well, I'm not really sure how to make one… Well I do know how to make it… well I should know because that's just ingredients and instructions but I'm not sure how to get started. Not get started, you know, uh, ingredients and stuff. I just… could you tell me if you know the ingredients to a potion?" Another thing Anna didn't like about herself was how much she rambled. Especially when she got nervous and especially around Mike. She just would never stop talking.

"Yeah, sure!"

"What do I need to make a… a… Fever Potion? I've been meaning to ask Snape for ages but I never really got around to it and well, you know, since you're pretty brilliant with potions and all, I mean, not to burden you or anything because I would never want you to be so-"

Mike chuckled. He chuckled! And he was just… so… cute… when he chuckled. And there he was, chuckling at something she must have said.

"Anne, you're rambling. It's a good thing you haven't asked Snape because he would send you to Madame Pomfrey for the Fever Potion because it's more remedial potions. But uh… you'd need some aceite, Pinewood syrup, a drop of mint or citrus, and probably some part of a unicorn. Why? Are you sick?" He reached out his hand to her forehead. Anna felt herself flushing completely. Who wouldn't? The Love Of Her Life was TOUCHING her.

And then, and then, and then, that beautiful, magical moment was broken when that, that, that, evil conniving spitball of flaming red hair sat up suddenly from THEIR sofa, diverting Mike's attention back to her.

"Holy MERLINS, THE GAME IS IN ONE WEEK." The child exclaimed loudly, jumping up, grabbing her bag and, thank goodness, running to the door.

"Gaby!" Mike cried. Anna sighed. What she would do for him to call out her name just once.

"Sorry, tutor, I think this, uh, session is, uh… well… see you Friday." She mumbled, fumbling with the portrait door.

"Gaby, it's past curfew. And no matter how much I can let you bend rules normally, my conscious won't let me just stand here and watch you venture into your dorm past curfew."

"Oh, come on, Mikey," MIKEY? THAT GIRL HAS A NICKNAME FOR HIM? "It's your fault I got stuck here so late. That's totally illegitimate. You should be given detention." Gaby blabbered, talking without really thinking at all.

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to wake you up after falling asleep before even reading the passage. But I was trying to save myself from a black eye." Mike said, walking toward the portrait, away, away, and away from Anna.

"You're a bloody metamorphmagus! Nobody gives a bloody care how you look."

"How about I'll take you to your dorm and make sure you don't take any detours or such. Filch has warned me about your late nights in the kitchens." He said, grabbing his wand and lounge cloak.

Pushing her vibrant locks out of her face, she sighed. "You owe me a hot fudge sundae now."

"And you owe me an essay on Grindylows by Friday. Take care of your fever, Anna; if you want, I can whip you up the potion right after I take this bugger back to bed." Mike said.

Anna Jenkins was not forgotten.

"Fever? Do you have a fever?" The fireball next to the Love Of Her Life asked.

"Oh, I don't know, I've been feeling quite… flustered today." Anna turned on her heel back to her room when the fireball exclaimed, "Wait!"

No. She did not want to wait for her enemy. Why should she? Anna could barely even glance at the girl's flawless features.

"My brother gets these random fever strokes since he was five. If you'd like, I have a perfect remed-"

"NO. I mean, no. No, no, no it's fine. It's okay, I'm okay. I'm perfectly fine. I don't need, I don't… I'm good. I'm very healthy. It's fine. Thank you but no thanks because, I'm okay. Yeah. Okay." Anna stammered, rambling again.

"Get some sleep. I think you really need it. See, if you stayed up studying like Anna, you'd be so much better off, Gaby, instead of staying up fooling around or partying. Learn from your Head Girl's example."

"Head girl, no way! Head girls aren't supposed to be pretty!" Gaby cried, gaping at Anna. Anna blushed, even if she was being complimented by the enemy.

"Who'd you think it was?" Mike asked her.

"Your girlfriend?"

Mike and Anna both fell into fits of laughter but for different reasons. Anna thought that maybe the girl wasn't half as bad anymore.

"So that would mean you're smart and pretty and head girl and wow, is there anything you aren't?" Gaby pouted enviously.

"Mike's girlfriend." Anna blurted a bit too quickly, then turned beet red again.

"Well watch out, because sooner or later, this perverted head boy will take advantage of the handy Head dorms…" Gaby trailed off as Mike pushed her out the portrait door, and with a wave, left Anna in the dorms again, all alone.

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"Tell me, perfect prefect, what do you like about books so much? You're always so engrossed in one." Ophelia asked as she trudged, bored behind him. It was almost the end of their duties and Spencer had not spoken a single word to her.

"Punishment." Spencer replied, dully flipping through the pages of his Transfiguration book.

"Punishment? For what?"

"I don't know… anything, I guess."

"You're not much of a conversationalist, are you."

Sighing, he closed the book and turned to look at her. "I used to force myself to read something dreadfully boring if I did something bad like break Mother's china or something, but now I guess it's more like a habit. There's nothing much to punish myself about, seeing that I AM a perfect prefect. But sometimes when Gaby gets herself into trouble, fails her classes, I read because it's my fault I couldn't look out for her enough. Is that a sufficient enough reason? Shall I elaborate?"

"But hey, look, it turned out fantastic for you, since you're like the smartest person in our grade."

Spencer cleared his throat with modesty. "There are plenty of smart people."

"Yes, but you're the one with the superlative."

"There are lots of different kinds of smart people. I'm all books, but know nothing about reality, life, love, emotions, ah, you get the gist. Why am I telling you all of this again?"

"Because I'm curious."

"Ah well then, I've been wanting to ask you something for a while now…"

Ophelia giggled. "You want to go to Hogsmeade with me, huh. Because if that's the case, I'm going to have to decline since I've already had so many requests and the waiting list is quite full but I suppose if you fight for it…"

"No, no, not that, it's just that I've been hearing footsteps for the last five minutes and I was just wondering if it's just me."

Frowning, Ophelia and Spencer stopped walking. Indeed, the footsteps were there and coming their way.

"Do you suppose it's a student?" She asked. "Ooh, maybe a secret rendezvous with a couple? Let me be a hypocrite and break them up, oh, can I?"

"No need, doll, it's just me."

From around the corner, a rugged student obnoxiously sauntered over to the two prefects, both with looks of distaste written all over their face.

"Ah. Jeremy." Ophelia muttered, rolling her eyes. This "bad boy" gave himself the title of the "hot, sexy, highly wanted school bully" and marched through the corridors as if he owned them.

"Hey, doll, missed me much?" he asked, grabbing Ophelia around her waist and leaning her down, devouring her lips. Spencer watched awkwardly, as his prefect partner was consumed whole by Jeremy. When he finally let go of her, she sighed, straightened out her shirt and glared at him.

"20 points from Slytherin for harassing a prefect and I could take off more."

Jeremy smirked. "Oh, come on, you didn't use to care but now you're hanging around this prissy cat and got your knickers in a twist. Ah, well, at least you've started wearing them now."

Ophelia rolled her eyes. "Witty."

"Anyways, how's Hogsmeade sounding? We can grab a few butterbeers and make love in Shrieking Shack the rest of the time; they won't ever find us in there." Jeremy slurred, winking.

"Piss off; I wasn't kidding about those points, you know."

Jeremy bowed. "Yesssss, ma'am."

"So rude." Ophelia muttered.

"Yeah, but that's not the main problem." Spencer said, sniffing. "I think he's been drinking."

"I thought I smelled something nasty but then again, trash like him always smells like vermin. All right, I'm taking you to Mike."

At the sound of Mike's name, Jeremy stood up straight, eyes wide open. "Oh, no, no, no, I'm, uh, going to head down to uh, the baths. Good luck and good night." Jeremy said, sliding by past them.

"I think it's a bit too late to avoid anything now…" Ophelia said, her eyes twinkling.

Jeremy turned back around to see Mike standing in front of them with Spencer's sister behind him.

"What's going on here? A party I wasn't invited to?" Gaby piped up.

"Jeremy, here, has been drinking." Ophelia said, smirking.

"Drinking? Underage? After curfew? Blasphemy. Jeremy would do no such thing. He already promised me he wouldn't the first two times." Mike said, smiling broadly at Jeremy.

"Aw, come on, Mikey, let me off this time, hm?" Jeremy pleaded, his eyes wide with fear.

"Let you off of what? What, what, was Ophelia really telling me the truth?" Mike asked, gasping dramatically. "Don't tell me my favorite juvenile was actually drinking! Underage! After curfew?!"

"You're evil." Ophelia muttered, shaking her head. "Stop teasing the boy and give him a detention or two already."

"Detention? Is that all Jeremy gets for getting caught drinking underage after curfew for the third time?"

"This is the last time, I swear."

"Which was what you said last time. All right you're coming with me. Could you two take the trouble child back to her dorm?" Mike asked, pointing toward Gaby.

"How could you call me a trouble child when Jeremy is right next to you?" Gaby exclaimed wildly.

"What, may I ask, is going on here?" The classroom door right next to the five students slammed open and a very ragged Professor Malfoy stepped out in his pajamas with his wand out.

"Professor! We didn't mean to wake you." Spencer apologized, the rest of them bowing their heads.

"If you didn't mean to wake me, then you wouldn't be making all this bloody noise right outside my bloody classroom! All of you, detention this Friday!" Draco declared crankily. "Oh, gods, what time is it?"

"Just past one now, sir."

"Aw, bloody hell, now I can't go back to sleep. Detention to all of you next Friday as well! Twins! Take me to that bloody coffee shop." Draco barked.

"Yes sir."

"Ophelia, tell me you weren't caught by Mike with this bastard." Draco said, glaring at Jeremy.

"Bloody hell, no, Professor. Spence and I just found him wandering around school drunk."

"Drinking, eh? Merlins, even I didn't start that until seventh year. Fifty points off Slytherin and there's detention for 2 months for you, Jeremy. And you take it from here, Mike."

"Aye, sir."

Draco grabbed his cloak hanging by the door and closed it. "Now, I need my bloody coffee."

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"Why, Mr. Malfoy, it's been quite some time since I saw you last. And how nice of you to come at such an hour!" Ginny said when she heard the door of her shop slam shut and robes being thrown on the sofa. "And I see you brought my stranger twins. You two certainly visit often."

"Sorry, aunt, but Professor's been keeping all the heads and prefects go busy for no apparently reason suddenly." Spencer grinned sheepishly.

"And you know, the opening game is next week. And all the players are so bloody pathetic." Gaby sighed, spreading out over one of the tables.

Draco took his normal seat on the counter. "I've been trying to get to know my heads and everyone after finding out that the head boy is a Slytherin. And dear Spence made me feel so ashamed when I found out I didn't know who any of the prefects were."

"How have you been coping without my coffee?"

"Ah, keeping myself busy. And I learned that if you mix the decaf and regular coffee together with a few drops of water, to the school coffee, it's not too bad. Well, nothing compared to what you have to offer me. Give me something dark."

"Oh yeah, we gave Professor a bit of trouble." Spencer said, stepping in behind the counter and fixing himself a steaming coffee au lait.

"Some trouble? It's past my bedtime! You know I can't go back to sleep after 1 AM."

"… no professor, we didn't know that." Gaby muttered.

"Well, you should have guessed! When a man who looks like I do doesn't get enough sleep, do you know what would happen?"

"Oh no, let me guess, a blemish?" Gaby exclaimed sarcastically.

"No, worse! Black circles!" Draco cried out, groaning.

"Oh please, there's nothing a little make up can't cover." Ginny snorted.

Draco cleared his throat. "Real men do not wear makeup."

"Yes and real men do not freak out over black circles." Ginny replied, sliding Draco's mug to his open hands.

"Yes, but," Draco took a sip. "Someone named best looking bachelor of the year should."

"It's not a beauty pageant. And who cares how pretty you are if you're a monster on the inside."

"I am… I am NOT a monster! I am a kind hearted, loving, caring, sensitive man."

"Oh please, professor, you burdened us with work to prepare for some banquet that you're starting up this year. For no reason." Spencer chirped.

"You won't be complaining while you guys are partying away at the banquet. I mean, seriously, Weasley, help me out. Wasn't the thing you wanted more while at school balls and banquets?" Draco asked. Ginny nodded.

"Oddly, I agree with you there. We only had the Yule Ball and because of the war and all, we only had one while I was still at school. And I was stuck with Neville Longbottom." Ginny sighed wistfully. "I'd actually be thanking Professor Malfoy for starting up banquets."

"See, thank you. This is for your own goods. Because I am always constantly thinking of a way to please my students." Draco smiled brightly.

"But it makes me question your manliness if you talk about how much you longed to have more banquets at school. I mean, honestly, men are supposed to hate these things." Ginny said.

Draco blinked a few times, and then recovered. "Growing up in such prestige that my family held, balls and parties were like a daily routine for me. And plus, banquets mean girls in dress robes which means horny girls who are willing to give themselves up to handsome princes like me."

"Please, professor, not in front of the children!" Ginny pleaded dramatically.

Draco chuckled. "Ah, well, anyways, the moral of the story is that banquets are worth the work."

"Gee, wiz, you kids are so lucky. It's been so long since I've been to a banquet and my dress robe's collecting a lot of dust." Ginny sighed.

Draco tapped his fingers on the counter. "Well… well… if you want… you can come too…"

"How? I'm sure the limit is only to Hogwarts students."

"Oh, you must come!" Gaby exclaimed, jumping out of her seat. "It'll be so fun! You can go with professor. It's okay. You're alumni too."

"Ah, stop dreaming, Gaby. Besides, I'm sure your dashing professor here has already found himself a hot date." Ginny said, grinning.

Draco cleared his throat. "Well, actually, I've been so preoccupied, I haven't really thought of it… but… I wouldn't mind taking you, Weasley."

Ginny gaped at him. "You would stoop so low to ask a Weasley to a banquet? Where you'll be seen with her and all? Wow."

"Oh, put the past behind us. Would you like to go to the banquet with me, Ginevra Weasley?" He asked, protruding his hand to her, smirking devilishly.

"Why… I guess… I guess I have no choice but to go with you. Thank you." Ginny said, ignoring his hand and taking his empty mug.

The twins high fived each other and resumed to their bittersweet drinks when their good spirits were ruined by the whipping of the counter curtain and the man who came out from behind, in Ginny's room.

"Merlins, it's almost two in the morning! What the hell is going on?" Jake mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Jake?" The twins' eyes turned cold.

"Oh, look who we have here! Hey kids." Jake smiled feebly, waving. "Ginny, baby, what's happening?"

"The twins here came with their professor for a drink. Go back to bed, Jake."

Jake stared blankly at Ginny, then turned, catching Draco's eye and froze. Draco looked down at his shoes.

"Well, who's this fine lad? This can't be their professor, now, is he?"

"Yes he is. Defense against the dark arts. Now go back to bed, Jake."

"The surprise of the century. The ex-most-wanted criminal in the ministry's running around Hogwarts teaching defense against the dark arts?" Jake sneered.

"He's a good guy, remember?" Ginny warned, flashing him with a glare. Jake walked over to Ginny and slid an arm around her waist.

"Nobody would be dumb enough to put a felon in Hogwarts, Jake, even if it was you." Spencer said from the other side of the counter.

"I had no idea about this. Well well, this is what happens when I'm gone for half a year, huh." Jake said.

"Jake… have you been working out?" Gaby asked, smiling broadly and battering her eyelashes.

Jake chuckled. "Well not really, but I have been lifting quite a bit…"

"Oh really, because I really can't tell."

Ginny shot Gaby a cold look. "Gaby!"

"Just making an observation, auntie."

"It's okay. I mean, being shipped off in Siberia for half a year doesn't do so much for complexion."

"And evidently, brains as well." Spence muttered.

"Spencer!"

Jake chuckled. "These two…"

"So did you have fun in Siberia? While you left our poor aunt all alone with no visit, no call, letter, note, for the past six months?"

"I've been being watched for almost a year now, I mean, Ginny, you understand…"

"Yes, I do, it's just these two rascals who don't…"

"Anyways, Draco Malfoy, the defense against the dark arts professor. I never would have imagined it. Just several years ago, you were sitting in trial for being a, uh, death eater, yes? I remember that quite clearly…"

"And people change, Jake." Ginny said, shooting him another look under her overcast eyelashes. "And I will not have you abuse my customers."

Jack grinned. "I would never dream of it, doll."

"You're such an asshole." Gaby muttered, grabbing her cloak and charging out of the store.

"Gab- Gaby, GABRIELLE WEASLEY!" Ginny screamed but she did not return. "Merlins, that, child…"

Draco sighed. "I'll go get her. I did drag the two of them out here at the break of midnight. Sorry to bother you. Hope you have a, uh, a nice… time. I'll owl about the banquet. Coming, Spence?"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Draco nodded, sipped his coffee and went chasing after Gaby.

"Gaby'll get over it, Auntie. She's just having some… hard times. But really, I have to agree with her; you're really dating a jerk." Spencer glared at Jack then pecked his aunt on the cheek. "Bye."

Spencer ran to catch up with Gaby and the professor when Gaby made a sudden stop.

"Hold on… professor, you're totally smitten for my aunt."

Draco felt his jaw dropping. "What?!"

"Just admit it, you're totally obsessed about her."

"What?!"

Spencer sighed. "Thing is, professor, we hate Jake."

"He's an asshole."

"Well, he's got a lot of good going for him." Draco tried to offer, but the twins shook their heads.

"He only CARES about the good things going for him. He went for our aunt because she was the only person nice enough to deal with him. But doesn't want to publicize her, of course, because she's not a tall model-esque rich socialite who's worth showing off." Gaby ranted.

"And then he leaves her for half a year once some stupid scandal breaks out without telling her because he's too humiliated to be known having an affair with a coffee shop owner. And… I can't believe he's back!" Spencer sighed again, kicking a lone can on the street.

"And the way he treated you, man, what a supercilious bastard!" Gaby groaned, opening the entrance to their secret passageway.

"It's fine. I mean, the stuff he said about me wasn't wrong or anything." Draco said, trying to calm down the fiery twins beside him.

"He acts all superior and mighty just because he's the minister's son and all… I really don't understand Aunt Ginny's tastes sometimes."

"Listen guys, I'm totally okay. I'm used to being called an ex-death eater. And sometimes, women even find it attractive." Draco grinned to himself but his self amusement did not amuse them.

"Look, we know you have a thing for our aunt. And it works out perfectly since you two are going to the banquet together and all! You have to do this for us, Professor. You're good with women! You say it all the time! Win her heart and we'll all be happy. We'll help you!" Gaby exclaimed, landing back onto the fourth floor corridor of Hogwarts.

"Stop rambling, calm down a bit, and go to bed, you two. Your aunt is with an honorable man who anyone would die to be with. And worry about your own dates for the banquet. It's coming up quicker than you think, you know." Draco smiled, waved, and stalked off in the opposite direction, trying to avoid as much talk of Ginny Weasley as possible.

"Oh… right… the banquet…"

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Sort of an abrupt end to the chapter there, but what else can they say?

Anyways, I'm really really sorry for the long wait. I know you guys were dying for it and begging to update ASAP but I never got around to it and I keep making empty promises. Well, it's summer vacation now so hopefully I'll have more time with this story and Scotland vs. Ireland which (if you happen to read that too because that's my other story in my other pen name) I have almost practically abandoned it but not really! Anyways.

Next chapter or maybe next next chapter? Will be the banquet. I know it's such an unoriginal storyline and stuff but don't worry, I won't make it like the center of the overall plot.

And I've decided on how to handle the whole handful of mini-stories in this story. I guess I'll have a thing on the Mike-Gaby story, and then a thing on the Spencer-Ophelia story, and then it'll end with the main Draco-Ginny story. This chapter had a lot of the twins in it but that was because I was introducing a lot of the characters. Once the banquets start and Draco turns on his charms (XD), you'll be seeing a lot more DG because that's what you all read this for in the first place :D So yes. Don't be horrified if you think this will turn into a Spencer-Ophelia and Mike-Gaby story because although their little romances will be written and all, there will be plenty of gooooood DG looovin. HOPEFULLY. PUAHAHAH I'M SO EVIL. Anyways.

Is it just me or DO YOU GUYS HATE JAKE TOO! I CAN'T BELIEVE I MADE SUCH A CHARACTER. HM!

ANYWAYS, REVIEW TONS, GUYS! THAT'LL ALWAYS TURN MY MISERABLE SUMMER AT LEAST A BIT BETTER! HEHE

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Gaia Organic blend

In Gaia Organic Blend, we have created a coffee amenable equally to palate and planet. This blend follows the cycle of the seasons, incorporating exceptional crops of certified organic coffee as they are harvested throughout the year. These changes are subtle, but a Gaia aficionado might note in the new year the sweetening influence of a new crop from Colombia, followed in the spring by a lively infusion from Costa Rica…