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Harry was grinning from ear to ear, and his friends had no idea why.

"Erm, Harry? Are you alright?" asked a concerned Hermione.

"Harry, did you get stung by a Billywig?"

"Ron, don't be stupid. Billywigs live in Australia. And anyways, he would be FLOATING," said Hermione, rolling her eyes.

Ron blushed furiously. "I was just wondering," he muttered.

Harry just kept grinning. "Yep, I'm great! I absolutely couldn't feel better! Nothing can bring me down today!"

Ron looked a bit scared. "Uh-alright then," he said, clearly still confused.

Harry looked down the table towards Ginny. She was chatting animatedly with a few other Gryffindor girls. I hope she'll like them….

Just then, an explosion of owls burst through the huge, open window. Parcels and letters rained down from a few feet over the students. An abnormally-shaped package landed on Ginny's plate of toast. Harry shot a nervous grin at Neville, who returned the gesture. Here we go!

Ginny tore the paper off of the package, took one look, and sneezed. "Ugh!" she exclaimed after her had started breathing regularly again. "Who would send me this? Everyone knows I'm allergic to lilies!"

Harry glared at Neville, who responded with a confused look. "Neville," Harry said, trying to keep his cool.

"Uh-um, yes, H-harry?"

"May I speak with you in private?"

Neville nodded, unable to form words. Harry yanked him up and dragged him to an empty classroom. "You said she loved lilies. Why would you tell me that if you knew she was allergic?" Harry hissed.

Neville shook his head. "Harry, I s-swear I didn't know! I just made a mistake! She said-oh," he finished weakly.

"What? Oh what?" said Harry. He couldn't be madder. Why, why did he let Neville help him?

"I think-I think she might've said…anything b-but lilies." Neville hung his head in shame. "Harry, I'm s-so sorry."

Harry took a deep, slow breath. He would remain calm. "It's…okay. I'm sure she doesn't know it was me who sent those. I just-just really like her, okay? And I'm sad that it was all screwed up."

"I-I'm so sorry Harry, I really don't know…I can be so daft sometimes-"

"No," Harry cut him off. "It's fine. And if you want to make it up to me, I still need your help. It's not like I could tell Ron or Hermione, they'd flip out and tell Ginny. And Seamus and Dean….they're so close it's hard to talk to either of them. So, if you don't mind, I still want you to help me." Harry stared at Neville, waiting for a response.

Neville was surprised, to say the least. "Harry. Due to my mistake, the girl you like hates you. Indirectly, of course, but still. You should hate me!"

"Neville," Harry sighed. "I'm trying not to be so….angsty lately. And you're not really helping."

Neville blushed and ran a hand through the back of his hair. "Oh, heh heh. Sorry. So…uh….um….do you want to meet at the library during our free period and discuss another plan?"

Harry nodded. "Okay, now let's get back to breakfast."

Little did the boys know that lurking in the shadows just outside the door, a pair of students had followed the boys and had been listening to their entire conversation. Once the two knew that Harry and Neville were out of earshot, they began whispering.

"Third year free period at the library, huh?"

"Guess we'll have to meet them there, won't we?"

"Wonder if they'll be surprised, but really-"

"-it is our business." The duo chuckled.

"This will be fun, won't it, Fred?"

"Indeed it will, George, indeed it will."

Harry plopped himself down at the table and adjusted his glasses. His face was particularly sullen.

"Harry? What happened to you? You were all happy, and now…this," said Hermione. How perceptive of you, Harry though sarcastically.

"Maybe he's PMSing," offered Ron.

"Ron, are you really that daft? First the Billywig thing, and now this? Sometimes I doubt-"

"Miiiioneee! It was a joke! Merlin's pants!" Ron exclaimed.

"Well, I'm so-rry that I don't understand your childish humor!" Hermione said, matching Ron's volume.

"Please just be quiet," said Harry in an almost-but-not-quite-whisper.

And there was silence.

"Wow, Harry! You really know how to shut people up!" Seamus whispered.

"Er, thanks, Seamus," Harry mumbled.

There was another silence.

"Well, I'm going to go get ready for class. Ginny, Kalyn, care to come with me?" Hermione asked briskly. She clearly wanted to avoid Ron at all costs.

"Sure," said Kalyn. She looked at Ginny.

Ginny glanced at Harry before standing up. "Alright. See you later, Ron….Harry," she squeaked.

Harry nodded. "Later, Ginny," he said with a smile.

Ginny blushed. Oh, great. So now she thinks I'm a creeper. EXCELLENT.

Neville walked towards the library with his potions book under his arm. After all, it had to look like he was doing something productive. He heard light footsteps behind him and turned around.

"Oh, hullo, Neville! How's your day going so far?" asked Kalyn politely.

A bit of pink crept into Neville's cheeks. He wasn't good at talking to girls. "Uh, great. How's yours?"

"Oh, it's fine. Potions was especially hard today. Is that why you're going to study?" She gestured to the yellow book Neville was carrying.

"Yeah. W-what are you doing?" He didn't mean to pry, it just kind of happened.

Kalyn laughed. "I'm just taking a walk around the castle. Walks are good for coming up with ideas."

Just as Neville was about to make a fool of himself and ask her what she needed ideas for, a cold drawl interrupted his train of thought. "Oi, fatty! Have you got yourself a giiirlfriend? I don't see what she sees in you, but her brain is pretty messed up…filthy Mudblood…"

Kalyn grabbed Malfoy by the scruff of his neck. "What did you just call me?" she growled.

Malfoy snickered. "Mudblood. Got a problem with that?" Crabbe and Goyle guffawed.

"Actually," Kalyn brought her knee straight into Malfoy's crotch, "I do." Malfoy hissed in pain. "Oh, and another thing," Kalyn said as she kicked him in the side, "don't you ever call him fat again. Do you understand me?"

"You-you wait till my father hears about this!" Malfoy yelled, clutching his ribcage.

Kalyn chuckled. "Whatever, Malfoy." She stepped gingerly over his body. "Oh, see you later, Neville!" she called over her shoulder.

Neville smiled. He suddenly had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, this was going to be a good day.

Woo, that was fun to write. So, um, please review! Next chapter is the library scene! Ooooo….SUSPENSE! And did anyone see the start of another pairing? I did…. Hur hur hur!