A/N: Chapter 8, Intrusion. I've got five reviews, which are lovely. Thank you goddess of all daleks, teamjacob-89 and 4w350m3. You guys make my day!

'What on earth are you doing, man-handling a fellow student like that!' the Doctor shouted at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. 'I will tell your head of house, Professor Snape, and you will be serving detention with me for the next few weeks, until I decide you have learnt your lesson. I will expect to see you in my office at seven o'clock each day as soon as the Christmas holidays are over, and ten o'clock in the morning on Saturdays…'

'But sir…' protested Malfoy. The Doctor silenced him with a look.

'50 points from Slytherin, now get out of my sight!' They all scurried off, Malfoy giving him a venomous look from the doorway.

The Doctor sighed and sat heavily in his desk chair. He had felt something when Malfoy had opened Bree's locket; a pulse of energy containing information and memories, and the secret of eternal life. There was no doubt now what Bree was, and the Doctor didn't particularly want to break the bad news to her. But if he had felt the energy pulse, so might've others. The pulse was very strong.

The Doctor hoped the shield around Hogwarts would be enough to mask the energy, but if it hadn't, a lot of aliens would be very interested in that locket. And if they came, he would have to tell Bree. And that was something he definitely didn't want to do.

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'I've put extra charms on the door, so even if they manage to get up the stair case, which I highly doubt, they won't be able to come in,' said Hermione triumphantly, sitting down next to Ginny. 'Who wants their nails painted first?'

'Ooh, me!' squealed Bree. Ginny had shown Bree her collection of magical nail varnish, such as Constellation, which looked like the night sky, complete with stars. 'Can I have the one with the Gryffindor Lion on?'

As Hermione carefully painted Bree's fingernails, Ginny flicked through some magazines.

'Look! A quiz! Find out your perfect man! I'll ask you guys the questions. Ready?' They both nodded. 'Number one: Do you prefer a guy to be taller or smaller than you?'

'Taller, definitely,' said Hermione. 'It would ruin the romantic moment if he had to go and get a stool to kiss me.'

'It'd be like dating Colin Creevey!' giggled Ginny.

'I'm guessing he's the tiny guy with the annoying titchy brother,' said Bree. 'I'd like my man to be taller than me, too, but not majorly. Then I'd ruin the romantic moment by having to go get a stool.'

'Same,' said Ginny. 'Ok, number two: What colour hair do you prefer?'

'Brown,' said Bree. 'Preferably light.'

'Red,' said Hermione, and then she flushed.

'Would this red-headed, tall guy who's perfect for you happen to have freckles, a long nose, big hands and have a name starting with R and ending with on?' asked Bree, mischievously.

'No! Umm, well… yes,' mumbled Hermione, as Ginny burst out laughing.

'Hermione fancies ickle Ronnikins! I'd become a nun if I were you, Hermione, Ron will never catch on. He's a prat,' said Ginny.

'Yes, but he's my prat,' sighed Hermione dramatically, putting her hands to her heart. The three girls burst out laughing.

'So, Ginny, I'm guessing your perfect guy would have black hair and green eyes, and possibly a scar?' said Hermione, focussing the attention on Ginny instead.

'I told you, I've given up on him,' said Ginny, sadly.

'You seemed in pretty bad shape after his little show today, Gin,' said Bree, admiring her new nails.

'I said I'd given up on him, not that I'd got over him,' Ginny sighed, and dove her hand into the pile of food Hermione had brought from the kitchens. 'I need chocolate to cheer up my broken heart.'

'He'll come round,' said Bree, patting Ginny on the back as she scoffed Honeydukes Chocolate.

'Gin, face it, you've got more of a chance than me,' said Hermione. Ginny nodded.

'That's true.'

'I think I might join you with the chocolate eating,' said Hermione. 'Bree, could you paint my nails with that Constellation stuff?'

'Sure,' said Bree, 'but chuck me some of that chocolate, would you?'

'Next question,' said Ginny briskly, picking up the magazine again. 'What colour eyes would your perfect guy have?'

'Well, we all know what you're going to say, eh Ginny?' said Hermione with a sly grin.

'Oh shut up,' said Ginny, chucking a pillow at her. 'Well, Ron has brown eyes, so they're you're favourite. Bree, what're yours?' Bree sighed dreamily.

'Blue.'

'Hmm, blue eyes and brown hair, that's a very odd combination.' Ginny grinned. 'Doesn't somebody we know look like that?' Hermione realized suddenly who Ginny meant.

'Let me guess. His name begins with an L…'

'Shut up, guys!' squealed Bree, attacking them with her pillow. The magazine was abandoned, as the two other girls scrambled to get their pillows as well.

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Three pink string-like objects slipped from under the door, and went back to the three boys sitting in the corridor.

'Well,' said Ron, blowing out a breath. 'That was interesting.' Three abandoned broomsticks lay beside them.

'How much do you think they would kill us if they found us here?' asked Harry.

'They all fancy us though, don't they? They wouldn't kill us,' said Ron. Harry shook his head, his floppy black hair falling into his eyes.

'I wouldn't put it past Ginny to kill us,' he said, and then he grinned. 'She still fancies me!'

'But she gave up on you,' pointed out Luke.

'I'll just have to show her I'm not a hopeless case. Hermione thinks you're a lost cause, though, Ron, so I'd better start changing her mind if I were you.'

'What should I do?' asked Ron, sounding rather panicked. 'I only know how to tease her!'

'Try complimenting her sometimes. Make her feel like a girl,' said Harry.

'Who turned you into the fountain of knowledge?' asked Ron, grumpily. But he grudgingly agreed that it was good advice.

'You're very quiet, Luke. I thought you fancied Bree?' asked Harry.

'I do. I just don't know what to do now.'

'Well, this afternoon was a good start. Can you believe I had such a big affect on Ginny?' said Harry, almost squeaking with joy. Luke put the extendable ear back to his own ear.

'They're talking again.' This shut Harry up, and he and Ron immediately put the string in their ears once more.

'…read out the next question, Ginny?' Hermione's voice came into hearing.

'I don't think we should listen any more,' whispered Harry, tugging the extendable ear and putting it in his pocket. 'I think we should tell them we fancy them tonight. I mean, we know they're not going to refuse, don't we?'

'Ok,' said Ron, preparing himself.

'I think it's time for a little action,' whispered Harry, as he stealthily drew his wand and took the invisibility cloak out of the front of his jumper.

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'Ok. Number four: Clever or dumber than you?'

'Well…' but that was as far as Hermione got, as, suddenly, the lights went out. Bree shrieked, and Ginny cursed as she stubbed her toe on a nearby four-poster.

'Shhh,' said Hermione, standing stock still. They heard the door creak open, but nobody came in.

'We know you're under the invisibility cloak, guys,' said Hermione, trying to sound like she wasn't scared. It didn't really matter if they were under the invisibility cloak or not, it was so dark she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. Then she nearly screamed in surprise when she felt breath on her cheek.

'Hermione, it's Ron.' She still couldn't see him, but a hand gripped her arm and dragged her out of the room and into the corridor.

'Ron, what…'

'Hermione, I have something to tell you.' Ron took a deep breath, and leaned forward.

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'What the…' Bree felt herself being pushed into the adjoining bathroom by invisible hands. Terrified out of her wits, and having sudden flashbacks to when she was attacked, she squealed and began to fight back.

'Ouch! Bree! It's me.' Luke tapped his head with his wand, and the disillusionment charm ended. He let go of her arm and rubbed his chin. 'That really hurt!' he winced.

'Well what was I supposed to do? Be dragged away without doing anything? Oh, stop being such a baby.' She dragged his hand away from his chin, and inspected it. 'Actually, I got you pretty bad, didn't I?' As she leant closer to his chin, he turned his head, and their lips met.

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Ginny heard Hermione and Bree being dragged off. Trying to keep quiet, she reached for her wand, when she realized she was wearing her pyjamas.

'Damn,' she swore, and then she bit her lip, horrified. It took all her willpower not to swear again, but she'd already blown it. Whoever was in the room would have most certainly heard her.

Suddenly, the lights flicked on.

Harry was standing by the door, looking a bit sheepish.

'I'm sorry if I scared you Ginny,' he said.

'Where are Hermione and Bree?' She asked.

'Oh, err, Ron and Luke…'

'Dragged them off to have a snogging session, yes, I thought so,' interrupted Ginny. Then she grinned slyly. 'And what were you going to do?'

Harry grinned, and stepped closer.

'How about I show you,' he said, as the gap between them closed.

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