Ginny woke up early and clamored down to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione sat with Harry and Ron, staring absentmindedly out the window while the boys argued about Quidditch.

"That's not really the point, Ron, if Grawnski wasn't so fast…" Harry trailed off after a good look at his sleepy girlfriend. She plopped down behind him and rested her head on his back. "Hey, you."

"Hiya," she replied. "Everything okay, Hermione?"

"Sure," Hermione answered, craning her neck further towards the window.

"Just go see if he's there," Ginny mumbled laughing.

"He's been there for an hour," Harry cut in.

"You're going to have to explain this Hermione. The kid tortured you for the better part of five years, and you're just going to go snog him in return?" Ron asked, joining her by the window.

"It's not like that, Ron. When I was in kindergarten…that's like a school," she clarified at his cluelessness. "My mom told me that boys make fun of girls they like."

"Or just ignore their feelings," Ron said, looking ashamed.

"You told me last night that I should find something that makes me as happy and Lavender makes you…and I never thought I would say this, but I think Draco Malfoy is that something."

She watched him sitting by the tree. It was only noon, they're meeting wasn't for another two hours, yet there he sat. Watching, waiting, hoping that Ginny would come early. Hermione saw Crabbe,Goyle and Blaise approach the tree. She sat up, interested in Mafoy's welfare, but relaxed as he greeted the trio warmly.

"I have to try it. And if it doesn't work out then it doesn't." Hermione said, completely level-headed.

"Ron!" Yelled a voice from the portrait hole.

Lavender wandered in, skipping towards her boyfriend.

"Hey, Hermione. I'm really happy to hear about you and Draco," she said sweetly.

Hermione threw Ron a scathing look.

"As it turns out, gossip is one of those things that rub off on others."

"Draco," Crabbe said sitting down next to the blond.

"We're a bit concerned," Goyle continued.

"What is it boys?" Draco expected this. Crabbe and Goyle may look like thuggish brutes but they were smart, sneaky, and worst of all…intuitive. And Blaise, well, Blaise could read Draco like a book.

"Now, I'm going to say this in the nicest possible way, Draco," Crabbe began. "We're worried about what you're doing."

"And what's that?" Draco asked, becoming a bit defensive. "What am I doing?"

"The Weasley girl," Goyle clarified. "What's going on with you two?"

"She's helping me out with something," Draco said. "It isn't a concern to you."

"Well, a girlfriend would concern us. All Pansy does now is talk about you. All she does is ask about you!" Blaise said. "There is only so much Pansy we can take."

"I'm sorry, guys," Draco said laughing, and he meant it. "This one, she isn't like Pansy. She's amazing."

"She has a boyfriend!" Goyle said, revealing a rarely seen moral.

"She doesn't!" Draco said concerned.

"Yeah, she does!" Crabbe became feisty.

"Hermione does not have a boyfriend!" Draco punched him lightly in the arm.

"Hermione?" Crabbe and Goyle asked together. Blaise smilied.

"It's about that time," Ginny said, looking as though she were going off to battle. Which in a way she was. The library hours were going to drive her insane. "We have to plan this out carefully. Ron and Harry will have to stay with me, incase anyone starts asking questions."

"Not gonna happen," Ron said.

"Out," said Harry.

"You can't say 'out', what in the world do you have to be doing?" Ginny asked, glaring daggers at Harry.

"Hogsmeade…Lavendar..whipped," Ron stuttered out before escaping through the portrait hole.

"I was gonna…" He caught a look at her iced brown eyes. "Quidditch can wait; I'm going to the library."

Ginny smiled wickedly.

"Here we go," said Hermione, looking a bit green.

The two girls sat across from each other on a table in a deserted classroom. A piece of paper, to Madam Pince's horror, torn out of a library book, lay between them. It was Harry's turn to stare out the window at the blond boy who sat with his three friends. He'd wished he'd remembered the Extendable Ears, if there was any conversation worth listening in on, it would be the one between Malfoy and his thugs. He glanced back at Ginny, feeling a sense of pride.

He'd watched her grow up from a girl of eleven into a, not a woman, but an older girl of fifteen. She sat with her best friend, plotting out a relationship really. He remembered how she waited for him. It took her ages to finally have the nerve to speak to him, let alone admit her feelings. Not that he didn't already know.

But he was Harry Potter. He had more things to worry about than a crush from his best mate's little sister. But after the Chamber, and after the Ministry, he couldn't deny her feelings any longer, or his own. He remembered vividly the night he'd told her. She was stunned silent again, then went off into uncontrollable babbling about how he was in fact Harry Potter, and had much more important things to worry about than her. He remembered silencing her with a kiss, and telling her that nothing, to him, was more important than Ginny Weasley.

So he took a good long look at her, before realizing that the spell was done and he was actually looking at Hermione Granger in Ginny Weasley's body, he cringed slightly.

"You're late!" Hermione said to Ginny, before rushing her out the door.

"You like Hermione Granger," Crabbe had repeated the mantra, pretending that hearing it more would make it more believable. It wasn't working.

"You did make fun of her a lot," Goyle chimed in, also soaking up the information.

"You guys don't understand."

"Right, you're the only one who has feelings for anyone, Draco," Blaise laughed to himself.

"What are you trying to say?" Draco narrowed his eyes.

"This whole 'don't date people from other houses' is complete lunacy!" Blaise stood up. Malfoy had a feeling he wasn't as alone as he thought.

"Blaise, I think Crabbe and Goyle can only handle one revelation per day, thanks," Malfoy stood up, putting his arms on Blaise's shoulders.

Blaise stopped pacing, but looked desperately up at Draco.

"I don't wanna ignore her anymore, Draco," Blaise said, bordering on lunacy himself. "I feel horrible, walking right past her in the halls. She's always been so nice, and just 'cuz I'm in stupid Slytherin, I have to be a prat."

"I know," Draco agreed.

"Snakes and birds," Blaise said laughing. "Snakes and birds will never work."

"Then be a bird," Draco said smirking.

Hermione walked across the lawn, playing with her new red hair. I have to be Ginny, she thought. How does Ginny walk? All the things shenever noticedseemed crucial at this point. Malfoy would recognize a change if Ginny suddenly went from a firecracker to a book worm. She repeated the list of questions she had for Draco. She flipped her hair back the way she'd seen Ginny do it. She smiled cruelly at the boys that stared at her, enjoying the fact that all eyes were on her. She sidled up to the group of Slytherins.

"Great! Let's all start dating other houses! You know, Sprout was looking spellbinding today in Herbology." Goyle said rolling his eyes.

"McGonagall was ravishing in those red robes," Crabbe agreed laughing.

There was a sound of a throat being cleared.

Ginny Weasley stood looking at the four of them.

"Hi, Draco."