A.N. I'm baaaaaaaack and truly sorry for the long wait!! I've gotten SO much praise for this story and I'd like to thank you all! I really do appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the song You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi.

Chapter 12: She Definitely Gives Love a Bad Name

Bitch. Ginny thought when she saw Starla in that ridiculous red dress. She wanted to go up to her and hit her in the face. She refrained…for now.

Ginny took off her leather duster and put it with the other coats in a corner of the dance floor. She glanced over at Harry in an effort to look cool and unconcerned and found that he was staring at her with his jaw dropped. It made her feel slightly triumphant to see his positive reaction. I hate that I still love you.

Hermione was fidgeting nervously. It was a half hour after they had arrived and she and Ron were dancing. A slow song was playing and Hermione still hadn't gotten a chance to feed Starla the Veritiserum.

"Don't worry, love. This is going to be fine," Ron murmured reassuringly.

"I know. You're right. I'm just praying to anyone that'll listen that Harry really is telling the truth."

"You don't think he is?"

"I don't know what to think," Hermione said.

Ginny migrated over to the drink table. Ron and Hermione were dancing, and Harry was standing off to the side, watching the crowd with a slightly wistful look on his face. She turned to the bartender now that it was her turn in line and ordered a virgin strawberry daiquiri. The girl before her had gotten one and it looked pretty delicious. As it turns out, it was.

She went over and stood next to Harry against her better judgment.

"You look stunning, Ginny," Harry said quietly.

"Thank you," Ginny said stiffly. There was a terribly awkward lapse in conversation.

"Hello everyone!! This is the first of what will hopefully be an annual summer dance! We will be doing a lot tonight, including taking requests for songs, dance competitions, and maybe even a little karaoke, if any of you out there get drunk enough! We're now taking requests for songs, if anyone would like to do so! We'll be here all night!" A young man on stage said into a microphone. A band started playing some fast beat song and Ron and Hermione got off stage.

"I'm going to go request a song. Come with me, won't you Harry?" Hermione said.

"Alright," Harry said, disinterested.

The pair of them left to fight through the surprisingly large crowd. Ron touched the Veritiserum bottle in his pocket, and launched the plan into action.

"I'll be right back, Ginny. Stay here?"

Ginny raised one eyebrow, but nodded. "OK."

Ron maneuvered his way through clumps of people, looking for a bright, cherry red dress. Come on…Where are you, Starla? He thought.

"Hermione, why are you requesting a song? What's the point?" Harry asked dully. He didn't feel like being with all of these cheerful people. He knew that Hermione and Ron had a plan, but he was afraid it wouldn't work or that something would go wrong.

"It's important. I needed Ron to find Starla, put the potion in her drink, and have him make her tell Ginny what happened, but you couldn't be there. Ginny's a complicated girl and I don't know what her reaction is going to be. I thought it would be better if it was just Starla, Ron and her."

"Alright. If you say so," Harry said.

Hermione requested a song, and they told her that they would play it in a few minutes. All they could do now was wait and hope everything would work out.

"Why, Hello there, Starla! You are looking quite beautiful tonight! How are you?" Ron said, and inwardly grimaced. Ew. I can't believe I just said that.

"I'm, like, great, Rob, how about you?" She said carelessly.

It's Ron, you idiot. "I am doing quite well, thank you," Ron said.

"Yeah, whatever," she said, looking over his shoulder, "So, like, where's your friend Harry?"

"He's not here tonight. Not feeling well, actually," Ron lied. "Can I get you another drink? You seem to have no more."

She looked down at her drink curiously. It had been full a second ago, hadn't it? "Um, like, sure. It was a diet coke."

Ron wandered away, and exhaled when he was out of her sight. Lying had made him nervous and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to do the nonverbal spell to empty her glass. He had managed it, though. Harry looked up at the stage and saw Hermione and Harry there, listening to the music. So far everything had gone as planned.

Ginny wandered around the dance floor, looking for Hermione or Ron. She looked up at the stage and saw Harry and Hermione up close to the band, presumably listening to the music. Well, that rules hanging with Hermione out. I wish I hadn't come to this. It's not like I'm having fun. She thought miserably. She kept milling through the crowd, looking for her brother.

Ron hurried back to Starla, and found that Ginny was not far from her. Apparently she hadn't noticed her yet. Ron thrust the drink in Starla's hand, and she gave him an odd look.

"I got the bartender to put …rum in it. Try it, tell me if it's good," Ron quickly covered up.

"Oh, Rick! Thank you, like, so much! I, like, love rum and cokes!" Starla quickly took a big gulp of her drink, and as she swallowed, a blank look overtook her features.

"What's your full name?" Ron said quietly.

"Starla Muriel Bronwyn Weldington," She answered immediately, with no reaction to the smirk on Ron's face.

"Come with me," Ron said, leading her over to Ginny, who was rifling through the coat pile, looking for her leather duster.

"Starla, what happened the day you and Harry kissed?" As Ron said this, Ginny whirled around and glared at Ron and Starla collectively.

"After Ginny went to the ladies' room, I leaned in close to Harry, and told him that I would show him things Ginny would never even dream of if he was with me. Then he said, "Starla, stop. I love Ginny, and I really have no interest in you." This made me very angry, so I – " but before Starla could keep going, however, a loud song burst from the stage.

Shot through the heart, and you're to blame.

Darling, you give love a bad name!

Ron grinned at Hermione's choice of song. Perfect.

" -- got on his lap." Starla continued as if nothing had happened.

An angels smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven, then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passion's a prison, you can't break free

You're a loaded gun
There's nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done

"I kissed him, and he tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let him."

Paint your smile on your lips
Blood red nails on your fingertips
A school boys dream, you act so shy
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye
Shot through the heart

"You came in and he finally was able to pull away. I leapt off his lap and ran out of the

theatre, happy that I could finally break the two of you up. I knew you would never forgive him. I tried to make it look like he was kissing me back, and it worked."

Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love a bad name

When Starla finished, Ginny and Ron were quiet. The veritiserum wore off after a few minutes, as Ron had only given her a little, and Ginny walked up to her. "You are an awful person. You will get what you deserve," She turned around, and started to walk away, but stopped. She turned back, and SMACK! She slapped Starla straight across the face.

"And I am more than happy to give it to you."

A.N. How was this? I'm SOOO sorry it's taken me so long for this chapter. I was having so much trouble writing this one. I hope it was OK. I liked it.

R&R, my pretties!