"Say, Ginerva m'dear, who's that?" Harry asked, nodding his head towards a couple nearby.

"Dunno," She replied, not even shooting a glance to them, as she was content with her head on his chest.

"You're a terrible liar," Harry said with a smile. "Can you tell me what happened to my cloak?"

"Didn't you bring it with?" Ginny asked in an innocent tone.

"No, my other one."

"Oh, the one I took while you were in the shower yesterday?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Can't tell."

"When will I get it back?" Harry was used to Ginny's mysterious antics, and knew better not to press her.

"Tomorrow," she told him, giving him a quick kiss. "Now hush up and dance with me."

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"Would you dance with me?" Ron asked the peculiar blonde girl. Hermione nodded. As she took his hand, he asked a question. "What's your name?" Hermione shrugged unconsciously. "You can't talk?" Perfect. Another nod. Ron looked crestfallen. "Oh, well, can I still ask questions?" Hermione kept nodding, interested in knowing what questions he could possibly ask her as they danced. One hand on his shoulder, the other firmly in his, she cocked her head…waiting…wishing.

"Are you in my year?" Nod. "Gryffindor?" Hermione, then immediately regretted it, as Ron probably knew all the girls in their year.

For the next few hours, Ron asked questions, getting answers in nodes or shakes of the head.

Rong. Rong. Rong.

Midnight. Her hair would start to fade. She answered the last question with a shake of her head, not realizing that Ron now knew blonde wasn't her natural hair color. As they had danced, her arms had ended up behind his neck. When she turned to leave, her wrist caught on the clasp of Ron's robes, resulting in a smal scratch on her wrist. Impulsively, she turned around, bringing his lips to hers at the eigth toll.

"Good-bye," she whispered, looking him firmly in the eye before she was eaten by the crowd.

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"Who's that dancing with Ron?" Harry ahad asked for about the fifth time that evening.

"Harry James, if you think I'm going to tell you, you're not ever getting anything. Ever." GInny told him with a smile. "Aw, it's midnight, I m ust go my prince. Sixth years' curfew was five minutes ago." Ginny kissed him, following Hermione back to the common room.

xxx

When Ginny came prancing into the common room, she found Hermione; pacing back and forth her blonde lockes becoming brown, her elegant dress her robes again.

"Hermione, slow down, you're giving me a headache." Ginny complained.

"Anything to do with the Firewhiskey that you and Harry - erm - sampled?" she shot back with an all-knowing glare. Though she did stop pacing. "You are a-"

"Prefect Ginny. You need to set a better example for Harry and Ron, your peers, elders and the younger witches and wizards that look up to you. If you ever strive to be Head Girl, like myself, then you need to shape up and fullfill the expectations set to you instead of gallivanting off doing who knows what. In this case, donwing half a bottle of Ogden's Best Firewhiskey with your boyfriend." Ginny said in recitation, her last words slurring ever so gently. Pulling a potion out of her pocket, she downed it swiftly. "See how responsible I am? Anti-Hangover potion. I'm off to bed." And off she was; however, she wasn't walking all to straight.

Huffing, Hermione sat down, ready to start her Charms essay.

I have to admit, Ginny sure is smart. As she reached for her quill, she noticed that her bracelet was missing, but she had a scratch. My bracelet! I know I had it on when I left… Hermione panicked. But that must mean-

"Mione?" A voice croaked from behind her.

A/N: Just to warn you, the next chapter is the last, and it's short. Shorter than my super-short chapters.

Lulu