Snape is a pure and utter lunatic, not that's an unknown fact these days... or ever but who gives out an essay on the Wolfsbane Potion, minimum 2 scrolls to fifth years!

Where the hell is Hermione when you need her?

I would ask Colin or Becks for help unfortunately there are wriggling around like eels in front of me.

So totally and utter fowl.

I can't imagine it being any worse... well maybe if it was Ron or something but ICK!

Well I haven't seen them working on their essays so I can only hope they do badly.

Suddenly a hand clamps over my eyes.

'Hello again' I hear whispered into my ear.

'Dean, seriously enough already I'm going out with Harry. Yes I know he's been rather absent of late but still.'

'Hey!' The hand is removed and I turn my head to look at Harry who's frowning at me.

'Only kidding Harryikins!' I tease, poking his nose and plucking his glasses off his face. I turn around and kneel in front of him placing the glasses on my head.

'Harryikins? Seriously? You sound like the twins.' He smiles at me and reaches for his glass, which I promptly move to the table.

'Sorry that's what you get for not being around to distract me from my essays, the schedule Hermione set out for me or that thing.' I gesture vaguely over my shoulder at what used to be two of my best friends. Alas they're now one weird organism.

'I'll assume that you're referring to Rebecca and Colin, given I can't see a damned thing except your face, which is a mighty fine view I will add before you try to steal my hair or something.'

'Oooooooh nice save Mr. Potter. Anyways I figured that if I took your glasses you'd have to stay around a while.'

He blinks at me looking ever so guilty, and he curls a strand of my hair around his fingers.

'Also I can see your eyes way better without them. Your glasses do absolutely nothing for them.'

They really don't, you just never notice how unusual his eyes actually are, the sheer clarity of their colour and shape of them, framed by thick lashes I would kill for.

'Hmmm.' is the only response I get. I look at him cocking my head slightly.

'Sorry most people just compare them to my Mum's and its nice not the get the comparison for once.' He says smiling sadly.

I smile back at him and fiddle with his hair. We do not get to do this enough.

'Awwwwwwwww aren't you two just adorable! Now knock it off.'

Ron, ever the romantic. Only highlighted by the swift smacking sound and-

'Bloody hell! 'Mione what?'

'You leave them alone and get your transfiguration stuff while I get my notes back from Harry.' Hermione says shooing him away and holding her arm out to Harry, who gives her his satchel.

'It's nice to see you together like that.' Hermione says whilst looking through the sheets of parchment and somehow managing to organise them at the same time... If she could bottle those skills she'd be a rich woman.

'So what are you and Ron up to?' Harry asks moving over to sit down on the couch next to me, and them pulling me onto his lap.

Hmmmm he's a comfy seat!

'Ron asked for some extra tutoring and it'd be good for him and extra revision for me.'

I look up at Harry I see the same exact smirk I'm wearing (in my head, I don't want Hermione to kill me) is flittering on his face.

Hermione ever the quick girl, notices and blushes, luckily for the brunette she only turns pink as opposed my bright red.

We see Ron amble down the stairs and he only rolls his eyes at us and turns to Hermione.

'Ready?'

She nods and the both turn to leave waving as they do I watch as Ron places his hand on the small of back and bends down to say something to her.

'Think they'll ever get there?' Harry asks after following my gaze.

'Yeah its fate, there are some things that are just destined to happen no matter what.'

'Any other ones you'd care to share?' He asks fiddling with my hair and looking at me.

'Hmmmm... let me see... Ron will break Malfoy's nose and knock him out... Don't look at me like that... Ron and Hermione will kiss for the first time in a very inappropriate moment, you being a very awkward third wheel.'

'Gee thanks.'

'Sorry that's the way it's going to work out! What else do we have...? A few of Mum's grandkids will have exceedingly unfortunate names... Bill will try to strange Ron for something and we'll all come to accept Fleur in the end.'

At this point Harry just bursts into laughter. I grab the side of the couch to maintain my balance.

'B-b-but' he gasps trying to get air 'you hate her!'

'Now I hate her... but she's loyal to Bill from what I've seen anyway. So that'll change and oh I forgot the big one. You'll win.'

At this point Harry just looks at me in shock.

'You can't know-'

'I know. There is no way you'll let him win... and believe me I just know.'

Harry's not one for PDA and usually neither am I... but when someone grabs you and snogs the living daylights out of you... how can you fight that?

*****************-hums-***************

'Gin! Where've you been, haven't seen you in ages?' I blink and turn to face Becks.

'Ammmm I've been with you every day, you've just been sucking face too much to notice me.' I reply scathingly whilst getting changed from my uniform. Unfortunately Becks thinks I'm kidding and giggles.

'Oh come on! What-cha been up to?' She says plonking herself down on my formal robes.

'Get off! And I'm not kidding you and Colin have been completely oblivious to me lately, otherwise you'd have noticed that Harry has been decidedly absent, Ron and Hermione are this close to going out and oh yeah... I'm currently pissed off at you.' I reply whilst looking around for my charm bracelet.

'We haven't been ignoring you!' She protests storming over to her bed.

'Right... and this isn't the first conversation we've had in almost three weeks.' I snap rummaging through my other bits of jewellery. Where the hell is it? Damn damn damn!

'What? Well... no ammm...' Becks is clearly stumped. I glance around the room and suddenly see my bracelet on Becks side table.

'WHAT THE HELL? You took my bracelet?' I march over to her and grab my bracelet before pulling it on.

'Before you say anything more, let me just say this; you better think if you still wanna keep me around, because if you do you are going to have to act differently. I refuse to be ignored by my so called best friends and have them take stuff without being asked. I've been nothing but happy for you but I can't take this anymore.'

I turn around leaving Becks speechless before all but running out of the dorm and down into the common room.

'Hey Ginny, could you ask Becks to come down?' I hear Colin ask; I whirl around and glare at him.

'Do me a favour, don't talk to me until you guys figure out how to juggle your relationship and friendships. I'm sick of being ignored.'

I walk over to the fireplace where Ron is sitting playing himself at Wizard Chess.

'You the only worthy opponent of your skills?' I joke as I sit down across from him. He glances up at me smiling.

'Well my talent has yet to be beaten, but I need to keep sharp. What happened?' I blink in surprise at him.

'You're upset and I saw you talking to Colin, what's going on?'

'I'm sick of being ignored by my so called best friends and them acting like I'm in the wrong. Oh and Becks took my charm bracelet without even asking and didn't give it back. I don't need this on top of my exams.'

'C'mere Gin.' Ron gestures and I get up and go over to him where he gives me a bear hug which could easily rival Mums.

'They'll figure it out; they can't afford to lose you as a friend.'

'What I'm too special to lose or something?'

'Exactly, Hermione wants to talk to them anyway. About their behaviour in the Common Room. Terrible influence on the younger students and whatnot. Personally I think she feels the same way we do, it's just gross to watch.'

I grin at Ron before sitting down in the opposite couch and watching Ron play.

'You know you're looking more and more like Bill every day, it's a tad weird. You growing your hair? Mum will not be pleased but I bet Hermione likes it. Ron stares up at me laughter echoing in his eyes.

'Does she? You'd have to tell me.'

'Oh you're not going to get that outta me! Who am I? Charlie?' Charlie is good at many different things but he cannot keep his mouth shut about anything... Well most anything anyways. Ron tries to look disappointed but he keeps laughing.

'Damn! Anyway I need to ask you about something... But if Harry or Hermione say anything-'

'I know nothing?' I question before leaning on the table on my left elbow, arching my eyebrow at him. This will be interesting, especially if Ron wants to keep things from Harry and Hermione.

'Yeah... If you were trying to get information from someone, how would you go about it? Head them off?' Ron is practically whispering at this point I lean closer as he moves his knight on the board.

'No, the head on approach rarely works only if you have something to trade for the info. I'd go with the greatest weakness of whomever it is you're getting the information out of someone.' I say frowning up at Ron. My skills in wheedling information out comes from blackmailing the twins and sometimes Bill and Charlie.

'Hmmmmm right.' Ron leans back hands cupping the back his head.

'That was a bit vague... Anything more?'

'No if I ask anymore I risk being killed by my friends.'

'Aww that's sweet! You're terrified of Hermione!' I laugh leaning back onto the couch, swinging my legs up onto the couch.

'Aren't you?' He questions grinning at me, I hear a couple o f sighs from behind me and I turn to see Vane and her groupies hanging around.

Weeeeeeeeeirdos!

I shake my head before I hear a faint squeaking, myself and Ron look at each other as if to say 'is that you?' before moving varying bits and pieces around to find the source of the noise. Oh Merlin, two of the pieces that Ron has taken off the table are squabbling, a black knight is fighting a white one.

'This is new.' I hear Ron mutter as we watch the little chess pieces go at it. Boy they have terrible language, I chance a look at Ron and he looks rather proud of it.

'Better then the gnomes. You've shamed the twins, teaching objects worse language then live creatures. I'm impressed, but you better shut them up before Hermione gets back, or she'll have your hide.'

Ron nods before getting his wand, and sharply stabbing his wand at the pair of chess pieces who turn to Ron and start gesturing angrily at him.

'Nice holster, present from Charlie?' I say as I notice Ron's' wand snap back into place into a red and gold strap around his forearm.

'Yeah, pretty handy isn't it, it just flies into my hand when I need it.' Ron grins as he shakes his sleeve up to inspect the holster.

'Wish he'd give me one, but sometimes I think that he's convinced I'm still twelve.' I reach over and grab one of the quidditch books that are stacked on the table.

'You told Mum yet what you're considering as a career?' Ron says leaving the chess to open up his potions book to the section on antidotes and grabbing several sheets of parchment.

'Are you kidding? She'll have me hung drawn and quartered. No daughter of hers will be playing professional quidditch. You?' I sigh flipping through the pages and examining a photo showing The Tsunami, which involves the Sloth Grip Roll followed by a drop pass and then kicking the ball through the hoop. A specialty of the Japanese teams.

'She doesn't think I'll make it. Most of the family thinks the same.' Ron sighs, dejectedly.

'Mum just doesn't want you getting into danger, she did the same with Charlie. She only does that when she knows you're capable.' I shrug looking up at Ron as he chews on the end of his quill, frowning in either concentration or doubt, I'm not sure which.

'I know you can do it, as do Dad, Harry and Hermione. The only person that needs to know that is you. You absolute Dunderhead.'

'Inspiring words as always sis. Have you considered becoming a motivational speaker?' He quips lightly as he pulls out a set of neat notes, clearly Hermione's.

I laugh lightly dropping the book and picking up a defense one. Might as well get a bit of study done.

********-*hums*-*********

'Harry we can't go and visit Hagrid!' I hear Hermione protest quietly as the trio enter the library. I wave at them and they come over to my table where I'm sitting next to Luna.

'What's up with Hagrid?' I ask as they sit down, Harry looking upset I squeeze his hand and stare at the three of them.

'Aragog died and Hagrid wants us to attend the funeral but it's after hours so we can't go. Harry however...' Hermione trails off taking out a wide variety of books, including some very strange ones that look somewhat dodgy.

'I know we shouldn't go but I think we owe it to him!' Harry argues leaning over the table to grab a set of notes from Ron.

'I am not going to say goodbye to a beast that nearly killed us Harry! You're insane!' Ron snaps taking out his potions essay again looking at Hermione to check it.

'Harry you have that thing from Dumbledore to do anyway, so you really can't go.' Hermione adds scanning over Ron's essay.

Luna looks at me curiously but I only shrug at her and she nods. She understands that there are things that those three know and keep from everyone else, whether for our own safety or just plain paranoia

'The only way I'm going to get it is if somehow I'm incredibly lucky and a miracle happens and he- I mean I just get it.' Harry groans rubbing his scar. Myself and Luna exchange baffled expressions, well I share one with her she just gives me her usual look.

'Th-that's it!' Everyone turns to look at Ron who is looking at Hermione and Harry a dawning look of realisation passing over his face.

'What's it Ron?' The pair echo looking as bewildered as I feel.

'Get lucky Harry!'

Ammmmmmm say what?

Please please in the name of Godric Gryffindor let me be missing something from this conversation. That cannot mean what I think it does.

'Oh god yes Ron! That's it! The potion Harry! Felix Felicis!' Hermione gasps looking absolutely stunned and amazed by this shining bit of insight of my brother. What sort of insight I don't know... I'll be one of the last to know.

'Ron you are a genius!Right, I better get going! I'm going to need to hurry up. Sorry Gin, I'll talk to you later alright?' Harry kisses me on the cheek swiftly before grabbing his stuff and darting out of the library earring a glare from some of the seventh years, but that's not hard to do these days.

My boyfriend keeps secrets from me.

Has half conversation with his best friends in front of me.

And, finally, he prefers to do some sort of assignment then hang out with me.

Ah such is the joy of my life.

Oh god once again I am so so so so sorry! I had ten chapters done and ready to upload but my sister being the ever useful girl decided to update my laptop and get rid of all 'unnecessary' files... so I've had to start over!

Lucky for you I am home alone for the next couple of weeks so I've nothing else to do but write! Once again totally sorry!

So anyways much love!

MissNuttyProf.