Disclaimer: All people, places, and everything else are owned by J. K. Rowling. Any exceptions will be noted up at the top of each chapter. I own Samantha White, Tula Maine, and Qwain Rogers.

Authors Note: Thank you so much to kjules and GoddessOfTheNight3! They were my very first ever reviewers! Thanks a bunch guys! And a note to kjules: Don't worry, I hope to make it very interesting. :)

"Ginny!" a hand shook Ginny awake, "Wake up!" Black hair wiped Ginny's cheeck, tickling lightly on her skin.

"Wake up or I'll get Sammy!" Tulla hissed.

"I'm up, I'm up," Ginny groaned. Last time Sammy had gotten involved she had a distinct memory of having cold water thrown over her.

"Good...you'll miss breakfast if you don't soon!" Ginny struggled out from under her piles of covers and pulled her hair out of her face with a hair tie. Getting up to use the bathroom the 14 girls in her room shared she tucked her feet into slippers.

White marble floors sparkled as she rubbed her eyes, light streaming from a window. In the bathrooms fourteen identical sinks and mirrors were back to back, as well as fourteen small shower stalls line up against the walls.

Ginny cleaned up quickly and went out to meet Tula and Sammy in the common room.

"Bright and cheery as usually Ginny?!" sarcasm nearly dripped from Samantha White's mouth. Ginny groaned.

"And always I am right!" Sammy grabbed Ginny's elbow, Tula on the other side as they walked down to the Great Hall.

Before they even seated themselves a little ways off from Ron, Hermione, and Harry; they could tell the Great Hall was a buzz with talk.

"Did you hear what Umbridge found this morning?" Padma was bouncing up an down with excitemeny.

"Umbridge is so pissed!" Collin added in before Padma could say anymore.

"What happened?" Tula asked before reaching across Ginny to grab two pieces of bacon from a plate as an owl with the Daily Profet landed on the table for Ginny, knocking over Sammy's pumpkin juice.

"You won't believe it!" Padma continued, "Umbridge woke up to fine that her office had been hexed!"

"Everything on the ceiling! Can you believe that?" Colling was stumbling over his words he was talking so quickly.

"Wha-!" Ginny thought back to the night before. Using her fireplace. Yah right. Her mouth hung open.

"Ah...I believe I'm familiar with that hex..." Samantha spoke without an appearance of really being interested.

"Better not let Umbridge hear that!" warned Padma. Tula nodded in agreement. Ginny looked across to the Slytherins at the opposite side of the hall. Draco sat quietly eating with Pansy and Blaise Zabini. Crabbe and Goyle were not present, Ginny could only guess why.

"Think whoever did it will get away with it?" Tula leaned stretched her neck to peer over the tops of heads to the staff table. Ginny looked that way as well. Samantha seemed to be quiet for some time upon the news about Umbridge's office, amazingly.

Up at the staff table Dumbledore was speaking quietly to Professor McGonagall. Down the table it looked like Projessor Flitwick was laughing over something with Professor Sprout. A little farther down Umbridge sat. A look on her face that could massacre a town with one glance.

"Umbridge looks peeved," Ginny whispered.

" Tell me about it!," she muttered, turning back around in her seat.

The rest of the meal went along in the same way. Padma and Sammy, now once more alert, quietly arguing if Professor Sprout was flirting with Professor Flitwick, or if it was normal for someone to bat their eyelashes that often.

Ginny, Tula, and Sammy managed to finish breakfast quickly and started to scurry out of the hall, but not before Dumbledore called Ginny back.

"May I have a short word with you in my office Ginevra," he paused as Sammy and Tula scurried out of sight, "about last night."

Ginny blushed, following him as they made their way to the gargoyle-guarded stair well that led to his office.

"Chocolate frogs," Dumbledore said, the gargoyle stepping aside for him, but quickly jumping in front of Ginny.

"Cleaver, she's with me!" His voice was quite, but full of authority.

"But headmaster...she's a student," the voice was strange, like sandpaper, but nearly whiny. Ginny just managed to cover a giggle. Dumbledore nodded quietly before leading Ginny up to the mahogany double doors. Pulling on the brass handle he waved Ginny inside.

"Please, have a seat," he said, pulling a seat out from the other side of a large desk.

"Headmaster-" Ginny began.

"Don't worry, you aren't in any sort of trouble!" he waved a hand, "far from in fact."

"But -- "

"Yes, I do know that you were up past hours, but in no way do I think you had any part of the mess in Umbridge's office." she sighed, smiling a little.

"You do understand, that next time I might have to restrict your privileges though, correct?" she nodded.

"That is all Sir?" he nodded, standing up.

"You may leave Ginny," he opened the door, smiling on the way out, "And you may want to pass the same message onto Mr. Malfoy." Ginny looked up startled. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he lightly pushed Ginny out.

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In the Gryffinor common room, only minutes later Ginny sank into an arm chair exhausted before classes had already begun.

"You nearly ready Gin?" Tula asked, pushing her hair back. Sammy entered after her, her book bag over one shoulder. Ginny got up as well, her own book bag next to the chair.

"Yep...can't wait for the fun to begin in Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Ravenclaws," she smiled grimly. It wasn't as bad as with the Slytherins, but quite a few of the Ravenclaws like Qwain Rogers were show offs.

Turning a corner into a corridor that was a short cut to Umbridge's classroom they heard hushed voices.

"You twit! I can't believe you!" Malfoy's hissed voice whispered.

"I didn't see it...swearh I'h didn't," that was Crabbe's voice...kind of slow and gruff. There was a smacking sound.

"Course you did it you ass!" Goyle's was deeper.

"I don't want to hear of another mistake like this one..." Malfoy's voice threatened.

"And I'll be watching too," This was Zabini's voice this time, "Making sure nobody makes a mistake again, right boys?"

They heard grunts of agreement before Malfoy saw the trio of girls staring.

"I'm sure I didn't mention your names, right gentlemen?" he looked toward the boys standing at his back, they shook their heads, "And anything you heard, I'll know if you repeat it!" His eyes met Ginny's. She glanced down, but nodded all the same as she felt Sammy tense and Tula tremble as they scurried out of the corridor.

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"What did you think that was all about, before DADA?" Sammy whispered, "Sounded like loads of bull to me..."

"Not so sure," whispered Ginny as they took their seats in the Great Hall at lunch. Defense again the Dark Arts had passed without any large mishaps.

"What if it wasn't?" Tula grabbed a sandwich off of a platter. Tomato, ham, and lettuce poked out from two pieces of bread.

"And if it was?" Sammy took a grilled cheese with tomato.

"Either way we aren't really supposed to chat about it where others can hear," murmured Ginny as Parvarti neared and she looked across to the Slytherin table. Malfoy ate with Pansy and Zabini and as if he felt her staring he looked up, right into her eyes. She shivered.

"He spooks me too much..."

"Agreed," she heard Tula and Sammy say before taking up on talk about the last Quidditch match the year before.