Update on a few update-ish things: I'm not orange. Urg! And I wrote the story the day after I updated the last chapter. My Microsoft word says that I can't display the requested font, so if anyone knows how to fix that, please either review or message me. I can't get much done until I do.

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Ginny flashed her wand threateningly at the young Slytherin.

"Get me Zabini," she sneered.

"And just why should I, Gryffindor?" he spat.

"Well, I'm not sure you know who I am," Ginny started, "I am the only known person in the history of Hogwarts to master the Bat bogey hex. Not to mention I'm two years higher than you."

"I only know of one red-haired, scruffy, out of line girl two years ahead of me," he looked her up and down before scoffing, "You must be a Weasley."

"For a Slytherin, your insults aren't that good. Talk to Malfoy, he has some pretty colorful ones that will stop you from being a disgrace to your house."

"Oh don't scare the poor boy, Weasley!" someone from in the room laughed at her, "Although that is the truth." She recognized the voice at once.

"Blaise!" At the sight of the leech hanging onto him she added, "And Pansy."

Blaise turned to his armrest. "Now, Honey-buns? I've got to go talk to this Weasley and get her away from our tower. I'll be back in a few, okay?"

The girl pouted dramatically, but let go of his arm. Blaise gave her a kiss—which Ginny thought was dragged out much longer than to be considered a peck—and went to the door.

"So Weasley. What is it you're coming to me for? We're not exactly on the friendliest of terms."

Ginny extended her hand, "But I think we could be. We're not too incompatible, which you'd see if you would graciously give me a shot. Uniting against a common enemy, sort of."

"Common enemy? Despite the Slytherin thing, I don't think I really have any enemies." Ginny shrugged the question off, instead deciding to go for another approach.

"Where's Malfoy right now?"

Blaise looked to the side sadly before replying, "In the dungeons."

"What? Is he locked up or something?" Ginny snorted.

"Nah. We had a little fight and he said he'd rather sleep in the dungeons than with me."

"Okay, let's go!" Ginny said, far too optimistically.

"Did you not just hear me Weasley? We had a huge fight! I wouldn't be surprised if he never talked to me again!"

"First of all, call me Ginny—Weasley is my brother. Second, what on earth did you do? You guys were, like, the best mates ever!"

"That's why he hates me now. Because I was being a good friend." At Ginny's confused look, he continued. "Being Granger's best friend, I'm sure you know about the whole Hermione love thing."

"Yes. But I never would have made the connection that you'd know as well."

"Not only did I know, I acted. You see, yesterday in Potions, I cast a Jelly-Brain Jinx that made him—"

"Kiss Hermione!" Ginny yelled excitedly. "It makes sense now! That was you!"

"Yeah… That was me."

"High five, Zabini!" Blaise, a bit confused, put up his hand for a high five. "I can't believe no one else thought of that! If you ever need in the Gryffindor tower for any reason other than a panty raid, just find me. You are an honorary member!"

"Great. Cause I'm getting shunned by the only person in Slytherin that matters," Blaise shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Draco?"

"Like I said before, he just kind of hates me now. He said that my treachery goes beyond Slytherin means; though I thought he was just being dramatic. I really think he's pissed. He said that he could die for what I did."

"Don't you think that's a bit melodramatic?" Ginny asked skeptically.

"Not at all. Once he said it, I realized it was true. His father… everything could just be ended for him. Because of me."

"Because of himself, Blaise. It's not your fault he fell in love with Hermione."

"First of all, it still would be my fault, for switching places with him on that first day. Otherwise, he may as well be in love with Pansy right now. Second, I'm not sure he is in love with Hermione," Blaise finished.

"How couldn't he be?"

"Weas—Ginny, why don't you ask him yourself? We're nearly to the dungeons."

"True. Are you going to talk to him with me?"

"Nah," Blaise refused, "I think it's best if I just stay out of it for now. But I'll wait for you to come back, and walk you back to the tower."

"Well look at you being all courteous," Ginny said, looking him up and down.

"I have my moments," Blaise boasted. "Now, go. He'll probably be in the third one to the left. We used to go there and brew potions incognito."

"Thanks, Blaise!"

Ginny started walking down the corridor, looking in every dungeon. It was always really cold in the dungeons, but tonight it was absolutely frigid. Just like Blaise had said, there was a sleeping body in the dungeon third to the left. Still having a sense of humour in the night, and hoping to give him a bit of a fright, Ginny laid down right next to him, getting her face only inches from his. She made her eyes big as possible, and smiled creepily. She tried to make her face a scary sight no one would want to wake up to.

Draco, noticing the breech in peace from his near-sleep, opened his eyes drowsily. What he saw made him yell and jerk back from his spot. The jacket that he had been using as a blanket for his curled-up body fell away on the floor.

"Holy… Shite, Weaslette! What on earth did you do that for?" Draco stormed while standing up.

"I wanted to talk to you," Ginny replied, also standing.

"Couldn't you have just woken me up like a normal person?"

"Oh. I guess I very well could have…" Ginny thought out loud, "Nah. That face was priceless."

"What did you need that was so important you came here?" Draco demanded, now crossing his arms and staring at the younger redhead.

Cutting straight to the point, Ginny asked, "Do you love Hermione?"

"What?" Draco asked sleepily, dumfounded by the question.

"You heard me, Malfoy. Do you?" The dungeons, cold and ever-dreary, were dark and made it hard for them to see each other too clearly without straining their eyes. The one particular source of light coming in was from a tall window with criss-cross diamond panes. And due to the rain, dark splotches were being cast all over the room. The room was bigger than how you'd imagine a prison, but still not as big as a classroom. Every inch of it was made with stone, giving the room an evil look. Despite the slight darkness, Ginny looked him in the eye with her question.

"No. And I hopefully never will," he replied gravely.

"Seriously?" Ginny asked skeptically.

"Yes. I truthfully don't love her. Love is a strong word, you know. I wouldn't go throwing it around and applying it to people that really have nothing to do with the word. I'll swear on Merlin's teapot, I don't love her. May I go to sleep now?"

"No. Do you like her?" Ginny asked, unsatisfied.

"To an extent. Can I sleep?"

"To what extent?" Ginny demanded impatiently. With every question, she was getting closer to him; now standing only about four feet away. She was having a hard time believing that Draco really didn't have feelings for her friend.

"Honestly, won't you leave me alone, Weasley?" Draco bellowed, holding his hands out in front of him.

"Why'd you kiss her?" Ginny asked, looking for any way possible to get the Slytherin to admit his feelings that he claimed didn't exist.

"Because Blaise, the bastard, jinxed me."

"That's not it. That was just impulse. Which means you had the impulse. And the only way you would have the impulse is liking her. You can't deny that logic, Draco!" Ginny yelled at the boy.

"You will not call me Draco, Weaslette. God, you have less manners than Granger, and that's saying something!"

Ginny got right up face to face with him, having to glare upward due to difference in height. "I don't care if you deny loving her, or even deny that she's a good friend. But never insult Hermione in front of me, Malfoy. Got it?" She backed off a bit, turning her back, "I don't know what she sees in you, Draco. I just don't get it."

"She sees nothing in me other than the son of a death eater and an enemy," Draco started, his tone getting even more hostile. "And I'd like to keep it that way, mind you."

"So would I about a week ago. Don't you think I'd love to not have the complication of my best friend being in love with someone I grew up knowing as an enemy? I But things have changed, if you haven't noticed. Hermione's the confused heroine, and you're the sexy enemy! It's just too difficult for me to fathom! But as the best friend, I need to support the fact that there is a connection between the two of you now!" Ginny stated, finally taking a breath, "God, I hate being a best friend."

Draco was speechless at this girl's rant. It's like she displayed her entire mind in one breath. No fillers to make the speech more political like his father always did, just pure feeling. "So…" he finally started, "I'm the sexy enemy, did you say?"

Ginny walked to the door of the dungeon, it was only five minutes until curfew and she needed to head back. "Keep dressing like that and Hermione'll think so too," she winked. Draco looked down and wondered why he hadn't noticed it before in the breezy dungeons. Of course there was no shirt on him. Just of course.

"But as the best friend, I need to support the fact that there is a connection between the two of you now! God, I hate being a best friend!" Draco remembered her say.

"Blaise…" he muttered to himself, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt he hadn't in years. He tried to fall asleep again, but the night passed sleeplessly. He had work to do in this relationship, and he was going to do it.

Ginny, leaving Draco to think to himself, went to go join Blaise back in the entrance to the corridor.

"Good talk?" he asked her, seriously interested.

"I feel like we got nowhere. But I think he'll be thinking about his feelings all night. So my job here is complete."

"That's all you're going to do?"

"As a friend, that's all I can do, Blaise," she explained sadly. They walked for a little while longer before reaching the Gryffindor tower. Ginny noticed this belatedly. "Oh! I thought you were just going back to the Slytherin tower!"

"I decided I'd just walk you back here, instead. Easier for the both of us," Blaise explained.

"Awww. Zabini has a heart!" Ginny said, hugging him in exchange for the kind gesture.

"Okay, that was going a bit far," Blaise said, referring to the hug.

"Not between friends!" Ginny said before muttering the password to the portrait.

"Remember: we're not friends, Weasley."

"Are too," she replied stubbornly before shutting the portrait.

"That girl," Blaise muttered to himself before walking back.

"Where were you, Ginny?" I asked her as she walked into the room.

"With Harry, of course."

"How odd, considering he just came up here looking for you," I lied, hopefully getting her to spill.

"Fine. I was in the dungeons interrogating Draco on if he loves you or not."

"Oh," I replied curtly, shutting off the lights. We both settled into our beds, attempting sleep. After a few minutes I questioned quietly, "And?"

"Of course he does, 'Mione. Of course," Ginny replied sleepily.

I went to sleep with a content smile on my face.

Draco loves me. How… weird.

But you see, sometimes everyone meddles in places that ought not be meddled in.

^^Although I have to say, Ginny's pretty darn good at it. So now both of them wrongly think the other is in love with them. This gets a bit fun in Potions class next update, so stay tuned! And we also get back the satire from Hermione! First person always makes me funnier for some reason XD

Random Question: What is your favorite kind of ice cream? We just got an ice cream maker a few days ago and I made blue sea salt ice cream (anyone get the reference?). Amazin'