Flashback:

Click.

Ginny Weasley pulled away, in desperate need of oxygen. She raised a hand to her lips, panting slightly.

Harry Potter kissed me. He kissed me.

She stole a glance at Harry, who had this ridiculously enormous grin on his face. She grabbed him by his robes, pulling him to her. His almond eyes were filled with something that Ginny couldn't quite grasp, couldn't quite explain. He smiled against her lips. His hands tangled in her hair, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Oi!" two very familiar voices boomed from different sides of the Common Room.

They broke apart, cheeks flushed, eyes blazing, and panting. Dean Thomas advanced toward them. He tore Ginny from Harry's arms, and punched him in the gut. Harry doubled over in pain and surprise

"Dean," Ginny shrieked. "Stop it, please!" But Dean didn't listen. Dean's usual gentlemanly and calm nature was lost. He wasn't the Dean Ginny once liked. He whipped out his wand, pointing it at Harry. Harry did the same, but he was slower because of Dean's assault.

"Expelliarmus!" Dean roared. Harry was pushed backward by an invisible force, his wand flying out of his hand. Dean approached him, wand ready.

"Not so great now, are you, Potter?" he sneered. Ron Weasley, who was at the other side of the Common Room, aimed a stunning spell at Dean. It hit Dean at the back of his neck.

Harry stood up, coughing. A few drops of blood fell to the floor.

"Harry," Ginny said, taking a step toward him. Ron grabbed her arm.

"Not so fast, Ginevra. You've got a lot of explaining to do."

No one heard the silent "click" in the background.

!i!

Hermione Granger pulled away. Draco Malfoy stared at her, his trademark smirk on his face. "Draco," she mouthed, she still couldn't make a sound. She took a good look at him now, his hair was messed up, his cheeks had more color in them then usual, and his silver eyes danced. He was happy, satisfied, to say the least. Draco lifted the spell, and Hermione leaned in and whispered, "Someone's here."

Draco's eyes widened, the color drained from his face. He knew that if someone really was there, he'd be ruined before you could even say, "Father."

"I'm sorry, Granger. Let's just pretend that this never happened," he said in a whisper. Hermione's heart ached.

"Like this never happened?" she croaked. "Why?" Draco looked at her like she was dense.

"Because, Granger, it wasn't supposed to happen! If Father hears a word of this…"

"So that's it! You're going to throw this away like a used tissue because you're scared that your Father will dishonor you, is that it? Well, you know what, Malfoy? You're a bloody coward. You're so afraid of your father, you want to please him at any cost, not thinking of the people who'll be affected by your cowardice."

"Merlin, Granger. Why are you so clingy? It was just a kiss." Liar, a voice hissed in his head. Hermione looked aggravated. Her eyes narrowed.

"Well, here's what I think of your 'kiss'!" Mud splattered across his face. "Now we're equal, Mudface."

As she stormed off, Draco was still digesting everything, not caring the least if the he could taste the mud on his lips. He reckoned that he deserved it, even if it was just a second.

!i!

"Colin!" Cho Chang called out. "Taken any good pictures lately?" Colin Creevey felt a blush rising to his cheeks.

"Erm… Y-yeah, I h-have, Cho," he stammered. Cho was one of the few who understood him, and he liked her for it. But that's not the only thing Colin likes about Cho. He likes her straight dark hair, he reckons it's soft, he'd love running his hand through it. He also loved her eyes, her dark eyes that seem to sparkle every time she saw him. He hated it when she cries, and hated himself because he was too much of a coward to wipe her tears. He loved it when she smiled, a genuine smile, just for him. He loved just about everything about her. He hated that they could never be more than what they are. Friends.

"Could I see them?" Cho asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"See what?" Cho cocked her head at the side and stared at him, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh," he said, turning redder, if possible. "Sorry… I can't. I'll post them though." He liked posting his works of art. One thing though, he puts numerous charms on it, the two most important being: a charm that will never make them be ripped, and a charm that when the pictures are tried to be removed, the original picture will remain, unharmed, and a replica in your hand. It was quite a prank, really.

"Oh, alright then," she said, her smile not faltering a bit. "I hope they're really funny, then." She winked then kissed Colin on the cheek before walking away. He sighed, raised a hand to his cheek, trying to refresh the feeling of her lips on his skin. Cho.

!i!

"Ron, really," Ginny said, growing tired of Ron's brotherly "protectiveness." We're talking about his best mate, for Merlin's sake! Ginny thought angrily. "Harry is not, I repeat, is not taking advantage of me in any way." Harry shifted in his seat, turning red in the face because of where this conversation was going to.

"But—" Ron began, getting cut of as the door to the Common Room burst open. "'Mione?" Hermione's eyes were red and swollen from crying. She needed to talk to Ginny. Now.

"Gin," Hermione said, her voice scratchy. "I need your help. And alone," she added to the worried faces of Harry and Ron.

"I know the perfect place," Ginny said, leaping up. She grabbed Hermione by the arm and dragged her to the seventh floor.

"Why here?" Hermione asked before it dawned on her.

"Room of Requirement," they chorused.

"Think about a place where no one could find us," Ginny said. "So we end up in the same place."

I need a place where no one can find us; I need a place where no one can find us. She repeated it several times and a door showed in front of her.

"You found it!" Ginny said, excited. It's been a long time since she was in here. They entered a well-furnitured room. As soon as they settled, Ginny piped up.

"So, what did the ferret do?" That sure was straightforward, Hermione mused.

"He… um, he…" Hermione stammered, not sure where to start. Ginny rolled her eyes at her.

"Start at the beginning, then," she said, tapping her foot impatiently.

"I took a sedating liquid, to relieve me from the stress. I walked along the lake, thinking. I started humming then he appeared out of nowhere. Then he started throwing his witty—or so he thinks—comments. I was too calm to hurl comments back, and he thought I was acting weird, he started accusing me of "getting to close to Luna and taking drugs" and he shook me hard. I lost balance and we fell into the lake." She paused.

"I don't see any reason for you to cry," Ginny stated honestly.

"I wasn't done yet. So we fell into the lake and the bloody git even managed to lose consciously, I was close to insanity. I even had to perform CPR," she muttered sadly. Ginny wore a confused expression.

"CPR? What's CPR?" Ginny asked.

"It's a Muggle procedure to bring air to the lungs," Hermione said, noting that she had said that three times today.

"OK. And it's bad… how?" Hermione felt the urge to scream.

"Because," Hermione said through gritted teeth. "I had to—as Malfoy puts it—kiss him."

Ginny squealed. "So?"

"So?" Hermione repeated angrily. "SO?! It was like kissing a dead fish!" Ginny cocked her head to the side questioningly. "E-except his lips were warm. A-and soft." Ginny could've beaten the portrait in the Shrieking Shack in a shrieking contest. "Then I remembered I was a witch and I could've healed him in a wave of my wand. He woke up, asking me what the fuck happened, I explained it, of course. Then he leaned in, so temptingly close and told me to demonstrate CPR and…"

"Oh my God, he kissed you, didn't he?" Ginny demanded, excited. Then she frowned. "You cried 'cause of that?"

"No, I heard some bizarre clicking sound and I told him that someone might be there. His eyes got all wide and he said to… that we'd pretend it n-never h-happened. Like it was some beautiful nightmare, I'd wake up and it's all gone."

I'm not going to cry, not going to cry over… that git of a… She tried to compose herself. Too late. The tears won't stop falling. She felt Ginny's reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, Hermione. The Winter Ball is coming up in a few…" Hermione looked at her. "OK, maybe a lot of months, but we'll make sure you're ready for it. We need the perfect dress for you, that'd make all the boys' jaws drop."

As soon as the words left Ginny's mouth, it was there. The perfect dress.

And one thing shot into Hermione's mind as she wore it. Perfect.

!i!

"…and that'd be really awesome, don't you think, Drake?" Blaise said. No reply. "Draco, come on! I was talking about something really important to me."

"Yeah," Draco mumbled idly. "That's awesome, Blaise." Blaise slapped the back of Draco's head. "Ow. What was that for?"

"Nothing, just felt like it. What's wrong with you anyway?" Blaise asked.

"I hate myself," Draco muttered. Blaise blinked twice.

"Wait a second, did I get that right? You, the Draco Malfoy, hate yourself? After all the years of your 'I'm-the-best attitude', this?"

"I hate myself. She's right. I am a coward," Draco said bitterly. "I'm pathetic, and she'll never talk to me. I don't know who I am, Blaise."

Draco didn't need to explain, Blaise knew it. Granger.

He'd have to give her a cookie for this. Draco with some sense in him... Blaise thought. This is going to be one hell of a change.

A/N

Sorry, this took so long. I think it's not even that good. I think it's time Ginny answered your reviews, don't you?

Ginny: YES! Finally.

to iheartDracoandRon: Blaise is something else, alright. *whispers* And when I mean something, I mean so undeniably hot. ;)

Me: Sorry! I need to interrupt this!! I remember something about Blaise... It was a day ago...

I was writing something on my notebook in the balcony, glancing now and then, looking at nothing at all. I finished drawing this ugly excuse for a girl and looked up, and saw in some guy in his balcony without a top, (did I mention I live in a compound? Like four houses in one lot? Duh, no.) and since it wasn't everyday you see a guy like that in front of you, I kind of... stared, with a frown on my face. He looked flustered and went in in a hurry. So when I went in I was like...

ME: Mr. Hot Guy Next Door! (that's what I call him.) *drools*

Scorpius: What is your problem?

ME: S-scorpius? You're not supposed to exist!

Scorpius: I am here right? So I do exist. *smirks*

ME: Oh my God, ROSE!

Scorpius: *blushes* What, where?

ME: *rolls eyes* Loser.

Blaise: I'm Mr Hot Guy right?

ME: Err... no?

Blaise: But I am hot! *rips off shirt*

ME: Shit! I'm a kid - er, teenager- I shouldn't see that!

Blaise: *smirks* I know.

ME: You're still not Mr. Hot Guy.

Blaise: WHAT?

ME: 'Cause you don't live next door.

Blaise: Oh. *winks* I'm still hot though.

Draco: Idiot. Whadda hell, that's my shirt! *points to the shirt Blaise ripped*

Blaise: That... is so not true.

Ginny: Don't care. So back to...

to helgafromtoe2bow: I think it's awesome too.

to proudtobeatheatrekid: We are awesome. And Ness informed me that she's answered your questions.

Me: Love you all! Review?

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