Author's Note: Alrighty. In this chapter, we have Blaise Zabini and Mika Payne. Mika belongs to my friend, Loony, who is TheBroccoliMustDie on here. GO READ HER STORIES.

It was morning once again, and Ginny had woken up quite as early as always. She had already changed into her costume, and the redhead was currently pacing the corridor outside of the Gryffindor Common Room. She knew that she'd have to take on her role as Super Weasel Girl quite soon -- the weasels she never had had told her so.

The clocks around the castle read fifty minutes past eleven--ten minutes till twelve--and the female was still pacing the corridor. Her duty would be coming any minute now...

As the clocks stroke twelve, Ginny's weasel senses started tingling. This meant there was a problem to be solved. Ginny ran down the hallway toward her destination, letting the knowledge of the Almighty Weasel Master lead the way. She was brought into a particularly empty corridor on the seventh floor. The girl slowed down as she approached a Slytherin boy with a look of annoyance on his face and an irritated Ravenclaw girl.

"The sign said 'Do Not Touch' for a reason," the girl said pointedly.

"I was curious. Besides, you should've told me off if you knew something like that was going to happen," the boy argued.

"Well, I merely thought that you'd have the least bit of knowledge to know not to touch something if it says not to touch it."

"Oh well. This is your fault, anyway."

"It most certainly is not!"

Ginny recognized the pair as Blaise Zabini and Mika Payne. Blaise was glaring menacingly at Mika, and Mika's piggy-shaped earrings swished violently as the argument went on.

"You're the one who pointed it out. /You're/ the one who wanted to know why we couldn't touch it," Blaise said.

Ginny thought the couple musn't have noticed her. She jumped in front of them, putting up her jazz hands.

"Hi, Super Weasel Girl!" Mika said, suddenly excited, as she stared at Ginny.

"Hello, Mika. Hello, Blaise," Ginny replied. "My weasel senses were tingling. They brought me here."

Blaise looked at Ginny blankly, and Mika looked at her interestedly. "There are no problems /here/," Blaise said. "Just some girls in denial...not to mention any names...MIKA."

The boy and the girl glared at each other, but then Ginny broke the silence. "What were you two arguing about?"

"Blaise blew up a corridor," Mika declared. "He tried opening some ancient wardrobe that was clearly marked untouchable."

"Mika wanted to know why it was untouchable," Blaise said crossly. "I didn't think it'd be dangerous. For one thing, they left it out in the corridor. For another, a lot of other things deemed dangerous in this castle really aren't."

The redhead looked at the couple in thought. She knew just how to solve this problem. A broad smile formed upon her lips, causing Blaise to give her an odd look. She must've looked silly.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Ginny shook her head frantically, still smiling. "Dun dun...DUN!" She ran off down the corridor happily, leaving a confused Mika and Blaise behind.

Hours later, at twenty three minutes and fifteen and a half seconds past one o'clock, to be exact, Ginny exited the Common Room. Her attire had changed, though. It was a bit odd, even for Ginny. What seemed like a white tablecloth was wrapped around her body like a toga, and large, fluffy angel wings were taped to her back. She enjoyed using tape rather than magic; how she managed to tape the large wings to her back was a mystery. The odd Gryffindor clutched a bow in her hand, and a pouch was strapped around her. Although the pouch contained different varieties of arrows, each one had one thing in common--instead of a pointy sharp thing, as Ginny liked to refer to them, there was a heart. She didn't want to have to send anyone to the Hospital Wing for stabbing their buttocks.

You may be wondering: Why would she have an arrow near a person's buttocks in the first place?

Ginny was Cupid, of course. She was going to go around shooting arrows in people's rear ends, because that's just how it was. The world worked oddly in that way.

This was going to be her supposed solution to all of the arguments between Mika and Blaise. It was clear that they fancied each other, but only the whole school realized that. Nothing big. Ginny planned on shooting arrows in both Blaise's and Mika's rear ends. She would make sure that they would lay their eyes on each other first, otherwise, her plan would fail. The two would then realize their undying love for each other and finally let it out.

But, it wasn't as easy as it sounded.

Ginny would have to get Blaise and Mika in a room together to be positive that they would lay their eyes on each other /first/. She would also have to be able to shoot the arrows without them noticing, or else they might jump out of the way or try and stop the arrows and something terrible would happen. Ginny was sure her plan would work, though, and she was ready to put it into action.

She had already sent notes to both Mika and Blaise, asking them to meet her in the empty classroom on the seventh floor corridor, three doors down on the left, across the destination from which Ginny had first found the couple. She skipped along the corridor. Although they were supposed to arrive at one forty-seven, Ginny planned on being early. She pushed open the said door, and, upon entering the room, she grinned. First, she would need to set the mood.

Ginny pulled out her wand, which had been brilliantly tucked underneath the strap of her pouch, and tapped it against her chin in thought. What would be decent, but not too loveydovey?

"Aha, that's it," Ginny said. She had an idea. With a swish of her wand, the female conjured up sets of pink, white, and red streamers, and they all hung gracefully across the room along the edges of the ceiling. Next, Ginny summoned an assortment of light-colored pillows and they landed gently on the floor in the middle of the room. She added a few more touches--glitter sparkled upon the floor, and roses of red and pink were scattered around--and finally decided it was suitable enough. The reason she wanted to make the room so romantic was because, if her plan worked out correctly, she would leave the two new lovebirds in there so the mood would arise. She just had to make sure they didn't question the decorations ahead of time.

Five minutes later, Mika came into the room, shutting the door behind her. As usual, piggy-shaped earrings dangled from her ears, and her long black hair was, at the moment, streaked with green. For a reason unknown to Ginny, Mika wore a headband with fuzzy false cat ears attached to them and had a purple bedsheet tied around her neck. She did not say anything about the decorations, but merely waved to Ginny and walked over to her.

"Hi, Ginny," Mika said happily. "Why did you want me to come here?"

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but at that precise moment, Blaise entered.

Mika and Blaise stared at each other for a moment, but Blaise quickly broke his gaze as he looked at Ginny. "What is /she/ doing here?" he questioned.

Ginny just smiled. "I wanted to show you something," she said, now turning around. Blaise and Mika followed as the redhead had motioned for them to do so, and she lead them to an oddly drawn picture of a wizard. "Look at the picture carefully."

The couple did as she told them, and now their backs were facing Ginny. This was the perfect moment.

Ginny slowly backed a few paces away from Blaise and Mika, pulled an arrow out of her pouch, and shot it first at Blaise. It hit the rather amusing target. As she aimed her next arrow for Mika, though, the curious Ravenclaw turned around. Ginny quickly put the arrow back into her pouch.

"Why did you want to show us this?" she asked.

"I found it rather interesting, and I thought you two would as well," Ginny stated.

Blaise then turned around. If Mika hadn't been at his side, he would've first looked at Ginny, and the plan would be ruined. But, fortunately, he saw Mika first. All of a sudden, he stared dreamily at the girl and started commenting on her appearance.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful your hair was?" he asked Mika, holding a lock of the girl's black hair in his hand. "And your eyelashes...they're so...fluttery."

Commenting on one's eyelashes was a bit odd, and Ginny wasn't sure fluttery was even a word.

Mika stared at Blaise as if he were crazy--although she already knew he was--and slowly backed away from him. "What are you talking about, exactly?"

"You." Blaise sighed after saying this, and stepped closer to Mika. "Your beauty leaves me speechless."

"Why, thank you," Mika said uncertainly. "But, are you trying to hit on me or something? I don't think I'm quite comfortable with that."

Seeing Blaise like this was rather amusing in Ginny's eyes.

Blaise suddenly took Mika's hand in his and said something so amusing that it took Ginny a lot of effort not to laugh.

"Love is like a mountain -- it's hard to climb, but once you get to the top, the view is beautiful."

The male looked down upon Mika. Mika, however, was looking at Ginny with wide eyes.

"Have you a clue what happened to him?" she asked.

Ginny sighed. She did not enjoy lying to people -- she was an honest person. She'd just have to tell Mika the truth.

"I was planning to shoot a 'love' arrow in hope of it hitting the both of you, but I could only aim one at Blaise in time," Ginny said guiltily.

"But...why?"

"Isn't it obvious that you and Blaise fancy each other?"

"No," Mika said, rather quickly. "I don't think so at all."

"Well, the whole school does," said Ginny. "And, since I am Super Weasel Girl, I found it necessary to solve the problem once and for all. And this is the result." She motioned to Blaise, who was once again looking dreamily at Mika.

"When will it wear off?" asked Mika.

"Well, the guy at Cupid's Place said these arrows would stay working for as long as ten minutes, because, really, they don't need to work for that long, so any time between now and nine minutes past two he could turn back to normal."

Mika raised an eyebrow at this.

"But...I guess my plan really has failed, because I didn't get to shoot you with an arrow," Ginny said. "That's not meant to be harsh, though."

Mika quickly looked at the floor. "Perhaps you are right," she said quietly. "Perhaps we are oblivious to the fact that...that..."

"That you love Blaise and he loves you?" Ginny offered.

The Ravenclaw girl gave one quick nod. Ginny frowned. She hadn't fulfilled her duty, but she was determined to.

Ginny walked over to Mika, causing Blaise to growl, but she merely ignored him and asked Mika a question.

"So why don't you tell him?"

"He's one of the many who do not take care to notice me," Mika said. "Though, of course, he notices me because I am odd...at times."

Ginny was stumped at this point.

"Mikaaaa," Blaise crowed. "Will you...wait, what?"

Blaise was clearly back to normal. He did not realize he was holding Mika's hand still as he spoke. "What happened?"

"I hit you with a 'love' arrow, you deeply fancied Mika for ten minutes, we discussed how you two should admit your undying love for each other, then you returned back to normal," Ginny informed him in a rather casual voice.

"Admit our...what?"

"More than half of the school knows you two fancy each other," the redhead said. "No matter how many times you insist that you aren't." Her eyes fell upon the couple's linked hands.

Blaise looked down at their hands, up at Ginny, and over at Mika, wearing an expression Ginny couldn't quite describe.

Ginny smiled at Blaise and Mika. "Shall I leave you two lovebirds be, then?"

Mika and Blaise both grinned back at Ginny. She took this as a sign that they wanted to be alone now. Ginny turned on her heel, and before she pulled the door closed all the way, she could've sworn she saw Blaise step closer to Mika and take her other hand in his.

But, hey, she could've been hallucinating. That was something she was good at.

Ginny skipped merrily down the hall, smiling all the way to the Gryffindor Common Room. Yet another one of her plans had been successful, and she was sure the next ones would be, too.

Author's Note: You know the drill.