Ginny looked up from the breakfast she had hardly touched to see Hermione staring at her. She smiled weakly but the brunette was angry, probably more with herself than anyone else of the whack she gave to her own head was anything to go by. The redhead watched as the older girl muttered to herself and left the table quickly

"I have to speak to her" Ginny said to herself and hastily got up from the Gryffindor table in pursuit of Hermione. Ginny walked out of the entrance hall to see a strand of brown hair flutter up a staircase.

"why would she need to go to the library this early on a Saturday?" Ginny asked herself incredulously as she set off at a brisk walk towards the dungeons, knowing that there was a shortcut to the library near Snape's classroom if you knew the right password.

What can be the matter with her? Ginny thought as she ambled along, not paying attention to where she was walking and the next thing she knew, she was sprawled on the floor.

"Sorry, I wasn't concentrating" she said, getting up and offering a hand to the person she had knocked over. A slender hand grabbed hers and she pulled him to his feet.

"That's quite… Weasley!" He snatched his hand away and wiped it on his robes as though Ginny might carry a deadly disease "How dare you knock me down like that! I swear when my father hears about this you'll be expelled for sure!" He drawled with a sneer

"Is that a threat, Malfoy?" Ginny straightened herself to her full height.

"Yes it is, Weasley, now apologise or I'll tell my father about this." Draco threatened once again

"And what will Daddy do to his iccle Drakey?" Ginny taunted "He'd give you a well deserved kick up the arse and tell you not to bother him with something so trivial as an accident wouldn't he? Now, are you going to continue to stand in my way or do I have to hex you? I am in a bit of a hurry, Malfoy"

"Oh?" He retorted sharply, her comment about her father had stung and now she was going to pay. An evil smile plastered on his face he carried on "Where are you going in such a hurry? Someone auctioning off a 3 bedroom house? Don't your family sleep in a, uh, one room?" He laughed cruelly in her face and his grin got wider as he stepped backwards and bowed mockingly, announcing his next insult to an invisible audience "Make way, make way, for Ginny Weasleby, Queen of the dung heap!" He straightened up and waited for her reaction, a smirk playing on his lips. He thought he had the youngest Weasley beat and he oh so hoped that she would burst into tears. The redhead was silent for a moment and then;

"You asked for it Malfoy" She pointed out before performing the bat bogey hex she had tried on Ron various times over the summer. She stepped past him and carried onto the secret passage that was a shortcut to the library

"Password?" the portrait of an old and seemingly unsmiling witch that was guarding the passage asked Ginny

"Dragon's Tail" Ginny smiled and the grim woman smiled back

"Enjoy your learning, young one" She said to Ginny before opening and allowing her to climb into the library, leaving the Prince of Slytherin to be attacked and hassled by flying rat sized bogies

*Hermione's POV*

Hermione Granger could not concentrate. No matter how hard she tried to immerse herself into her textbooks, her train of thought always seemed to derail. It was highly irritating for the bookworm who sighed in annoyance. This was all Ginny's fault. What had the youngest Weasley done to her? If it was a spell or a potion, Hermione would hex her into next month. A book on full moon cycles was sat open on her lap, but the agitated waters of her mind would not settle long enough for her to process the words on the ancient paper. It was as if Ginny had caused a ripple effect on her thoughts… and why did they all seem to go full circle? Hermione closed her eyes in defeat and massaged her temples, she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep last night. She thought of her heavy workload and the time turner around her neck

"I should get back to my homework" she muttered to herself, but before she could even reach for a quill, she was fast asleep.