A/N: You know the drill. Sorry, thank you, review please.

Disclaimer: Seriously? Do you really think I own HP?

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Neville stepped into the library. He was instantly assaulted by the smell of paper. He walked to the back of the library, close to the Restricted Section. He saw a familiar mop of black hair. "Hullo, Harry!" he whisper-shouted.

Harry smiled politely. "Hi, Neville. Let's get started, shall we?" Neville nodded.

Just then, Fred and George popped out from behind a bookcase. "Hi, boys!"

Harry let his head slowly sink to the table. This day could not possibly get any worse.

"We just wanted to say hi-"

"-and let you know that we know everything."

Correction: NOW this day could not get any worse.

"So we've decided-"

"-that you have to promise us one little thing-"

"-or we'll tell Ginny."

Harry nodded. "Anything."

Fred blushed. George just grinned. "Don't, you know, TRY anything," Fred said awkwardly.

Harry nodded quickly.

"Well, we'll be on our way now. See you," they said in unison as they walked away.

Harry sighed in relief. "I am so glad that's over."

"Me too," Neville whispered, seeing as Madam Pince was glaring at them. "I have an idea, but it might take a bit of timing."

Harry nodded. "Okay."

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Kalyn walked down a second-floor corridor. How could she get Harry and Ginny to stop being stupid? They obviously liked each other. Why wouldn't they just tell each other? It wasn't that hard! Three little words. Kalyn rolled her eyes. Ginny was a smart girl, but she was acting so dumb. Meh. Why did Kalyn always have to do everything herself?

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"Are you ready?" asked Neville. He had a massive, goofy grin on his face.

"I-I think so," said Harry. He wasn't quite as excited.

"This is the only time when third year Slytherins and Gryffindors and second year Gryffindors share a corridor. You won't get this chance again until next week," Neville stated calmly.

"I think it can wait til then. I'm not ready, and-"

"SHHHH! Here she comes! GO!"

There was silence in the hall. Draco and Ginny just looked at each other. And then-

"Hi, Ginny," said Draco quietly.

Ginny looked confused. "Erm, hello, Draco."

Everyone was silent except for Luna Lovegood. "This is quite out-of-character for you two, you know," she said airily.

"I know," said Draco. "I've turned over a new leaf. Something happened to me earlier today to make me realize how horrible I've been to most of you." He shot a look at Kalyn, then looked at the ground. "And I'm sorry."

There was a collective gasp.

"W-well," Neville cleared his throat. "We r-really must be getting to class now. Come along, Harry." Neville dragged Harry down the corridor towards their next classroom. Harry was so shocked he was finding it hard to move his legs.

Once they were out of earshot of the crowd, Harry found his voice. "What the hell?" He whispered. "How am I supposed to save her from Malfoy if he's being nice to everyone? UUUUUGGGHHHH!"

Neville looked at him like he was insane. "We'll just have to keep trying different stuff. Calm down." Harry just glared at him. Neville took a deep breath. "Harry, everything will be okay."

"Whatever," Harry huffed, stomping towards the classroom. "But this better be the best damn Divination class I've ever been to."

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It was not the best Divination class Harry had ever been to. It had been the worst. Professor Trelawney had predicted his impending demise no less than seven times. The Potions class afterwards had been even worse; Harry had made the worst painkilling potion in the class.

"You know," grumbled Harry, "It would've been so much easier to hand in a bottle of Tylenol."

"But Harry, that would be cheating!" exclaimed Hermione.

"What's Tylenol?" asked Ron.

"God, Ron, have you been paying any attention at all?"

"Hermiiiooonee, I'm not Muggle-born! How would I know?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll just meet you guys in the Great Hall, okay?" They didn't respond. "Okay, bye!" Those two were clueless.

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"Hi, Kalyn!" Ginny said, falling into step with Kalyn. They were headed to the Dining Hall.

"Oh, hullo Ginny! Do anything interesting today?" Kalyn grinned. Ginny always told the best stories.

"Well, potions this morning was funny! You know how we have it with the Ravenclaws?" Kalyn nodded. "Well, Luna started singing this song about nargles! Snape was so mad he dropped a box of beetle eyes. So, did you do anything fun?"

Kalyn chuckled. "Well, I kicked Malfoy's ass."

Ginny gasped. "Really?"

"More or less." Just then, Kalyn spotted Harry spotted Harry going in the same direction they were. "Oi! Harry!" she yelled.

Harry waved. "Hullo Kalyn!" Then he saw Kalyn's company. "Oh, hi Ginny. What're you guys up to?"

"Walking to dinner," Kalyn said. "I'm starved. Aren't you, Ginny?" Ginny was blushing furiously. She nodded without looking up from the floor.

"Hey...guys…" Neville panted.

"Umm….Neville? Are you okay?" asked Kalyn concernedly.

Neville blushed. "Er…yeah. I just-pant-sprinted here from-pant-Potions."

"Alrighty then!" said Kalyn. They stepped into the huge room. The fake sky was beautiful. It was light purple with streaks of pink and orange from the setting sun.

"You know, they say twilight is the most romantic time of day," Kalyn said softly. She smirked as Harry and Ginny's faces turned bright red.

Neville caught on. "I've known a lot of couples to fall in love at this time of night. Must be something in the air…"

Wow, Kalyn thought, Neville may look stupid, but he's actually quite the romantic.

"Erm, well-I, um, suppose?" said Harry as he fidgeted nervously.

Dean chose just the right time to walk up to them. He dragged Neville away, saying something about how he and Seamus found Trevor the toad in a toilet.

Ginny finally decided to take action. "Well, Kalyn, let's sit down now. How about over here? Okay." And with that they left. But not before Kalyn gave Harry a parting wink.

That girl is creepy, thought Harry as he sat down and waited for Ron and Hermione.

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Ron and Hermione were walking to dinner.

"Hey Ron?" said Hermione.

"What is it, 'Mione?" asked Ron politely. They had, once again, made up.

"I think that maybe-possibly-kind of-"

"SPIT IT OUT, HERMIONE!"

"I THINK HARRY LIKES GINNY!"

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A/N: CLIFFIEEEEE! Also: This chapter was atrociously short ಠ_ಠ. I apologize.

HOWEVER!

I'll work really hard to make next chapter longer.

So, on a completely unrelated note: every chapter I'll have a question, and you can answer in the review.

Q: Students: When do you go back to school?

My A: We start the 23rd. I can't wait!

It's really late now. I'm going to bed. Night!