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When Ginny reached her room, she threw herself down on the bed. As she stared at the ceiling, she was beginning to wonder if she had gone momentarily insane. She was not a girl who threw herself at boys. She had a history of two serious boyfriends, and then there was that one indiscretion in Romania when she was visiting Charlie over the summer.

Oh well, there wasn’t much she could do about it now. If Draco was telling everyone that he had almost shagged her on a table, then she was just going to have to live with her actions. She was pretty sure she could deny the whole thing and most people would believe her. However, she was holding out hope that Draco wouldn’t actually start talking until after they had finished what they had started. It would really tick her off if she had to deal with the punishment when she hadn’t even been able to the commit the crime.


At breakfast the next morning, Ginny watched as Draco came in and sat down. When he looked up at her and smirked, she chuckled and then looked back down at her plate.

She heard Ron clear his throat. Knowing what was coming, she looked up at him. “Yes, Ronald?”

“What was that about?” Ron asked as he jerked his thumb toward the Slytherin table.

Ginny smiled at him. “Malfoy and I decided to declare a truce.”

“Why?” Harry asked as he glared at her.

Ginny sighed. “We started off threatening each other, and then we decided it would be easier if we just got along for the duration of the lessons.”

“That seems sensible,” Hermione confirmed.

“No it doesn’t,” Ron objected. “Malfoy is a foul, evil, loathsome git.”

Lavender winked at Ginny and said, “He helped Harry find that last Horcrux. He’s part of the reason Voldemort is dead. Besides, I think he’s hot.”

Ron turned to face Lavender. “You can’t mean that. I don’t care if he isn’t a Death Eater, he’s still a Slytherin.”

A small chuckle emerged from Ginny, and Harry turned to glare at her. “What? I didn’t say a word.”

Harry gave her a pleading look. “Tell me you do not find him attractive.”

“ do not find him attractive. There, do you feel better?” Ginny smiled at him cheekily before she said, “You do realize it is none of your concern who I find attractive. How is Cho doing by the way?”

Harry turned red and looked back down at his plate. He had broken up with Ginny at the end of the school term last year, and after he defeated Voldemort he had taken up with Cho Chang. Ginny had fled to Romania to spend the summer with Charlie, so that she could get away from Harry and all of the press surrounding him.

Hermione flicked a disgusted look at Harry, and then she spoke to Ginny. “Has that Romanian tattoo artist written to you lately?”

Ginny smiled at Hermione, appreciating what she was doing. “Oh, you mean Sorin? I got a letter a couple of weeks ago. He keeps sending me drawings of tattoos that he thinks would be complimentary to the one that he gave me.”

Ron glowered at her. “How old is this Sorin anyway? Why is he writing you?”

Ginny just smiled as she ate her breakfast and didn’t say a word. Hermione leaned over and kissed Ron on the cheek. “I’ll see you later. I’m going to class early, so I can review my notes for a bit.”

Ron continued to grumble as the owls came flying in with the morning post. One landed in front of Ginny, and she reached out to take the letter. When she opened it, she laughed and looked towards the Slytherin table. Draco raised his eyebrows at her, and she just nodded and smiled.

Ron grabbed the letter and read it. Then he handed it back to Ginny. “Why is he asking you if you know how to make chocolate mousse, and why is that funny?”

Ginny grabbed the letter and rolled her eyes. “I’m done here. I’ll see you all later.”

After her morning classes, Ginny was walking to lunch with a smile on her face when she heard someone call her name. She turned around and saw Luna walking towards her. “Hello, Ginny. Has your logic been impaired lately?”

Ginny was used to Luna’s odd demeanor, so she just smiled. “Not any more than usual, I would say. How about yours?”

“I think Blaise could impair my logic quite a bit.”

Ginny laughed. “Yes, cooking partners seem to have that effect on a girl.”

“I was wondering. What do you think I should suggest cooking for the next lesson? He didn’t seem to like my tamales very much.”

Ginny thought a moment. “I think that you should suggest food that you eat with your hands. Slytherins seem to be so formal all of the time. I think exposure finger foods might loosen them up a bit.”

Luna tilted her head to the side. “Maybe fondue would be fun. We could do cheese fondue for dinner and chocolate fondue for dessert.”

“Fondue has possibilities.”

Luna looked off into space for a moment. “Of course, I don’t think fondue will make him bite me on the neck, but it’s a start.”

Ginny looked at Luna for a moment and then said, “Wait a minute. There are no such things as Droogettes, are there?”

Luna’s eyes sparkled as she smiled. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Luna Lovegood, you are a big faker,” Ginny accused.

“A woman has to fake things every once in awhile.”

“Only if they are dating Harry,” Ginny muttered under her breath.

Luna laughed and said, “I heard that.”

Ginny giggled and linked her arm through Luna’s. “How about I eat lunch at your table today?”

“You can see if Draco plays Find the Weaselette.”

“Good idea.”


Draco was eating lunch and scanning the Gryffindor table for Ginny. He frowned when he couldn’t find her. Then he heard raucous laughter and turned to see who was making all of the noise. That was when he discovered that Ginny was eating with Luna at her table. The two of them were laughing very loudly at something.

Blaise noticed where Draco was looking. “It seems that Luna and Ginny are friends.”

Draco nodded. “It does.”

“Can you explain why Professor Snape thought that Luna and I needed to eat with you and Ginny? From what I saw, you two were getting along all right.”

“Once we made our truce, we were getting along just fine. I don’t know what Professor Snape was worried about.”

Blaise continued to look at Draco while he waited for more information to slip out. Draco smirked at him. “Nice try, but that doesn’t work on me.”

“Too bad, I’ll just have to see what I can get out of Luna. I bet Ginny told her everything.”

“That is possible, but good luck getting a straight answer out of that one.”

Blaise seemed to think for a moment. “After spending a little time with her, I’ve discovered that there is always another meaning to what she is saying. It’s almost like she wants you to think she is loonier than she is.”

“That’s a nice little fantasy you’ve constructed for yourself, Blaise. Whatever it takes for you to justify shagging her is fine with me.”

Blaise snorted. “What fantasy are you going to use to justify shagging a Weasley?”

Draco took a drink from his glass and responded. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Really, then who bit her on the neck?”

“I do not know, nor do I care. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get to class.”

Blaise watched his friend walk away, and he started to plan how to needle information out of Luna Lovegood.


Ginny looked at the clock and realized that she had ten minutes until her next cooking lesson with Draco. She had looked up a recipe for chocolate mousse just in case he wasn’t joking. She had no idea if he was interested in following through on what they had started, but she made sure that she looked good just to be on the safe side.

When she reached her assigned room, she saw that Draco wasn’t there yet. She sat down at the table and started to think of things to make for dinner. She had come up with several options when she heard footsteps approaching. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ignore the fact that her heart was about to beat out of her chest.

Deciding to take the offensive, she started talking as soon as he walked into the room. “I was thinking we could make steak and baked potatoes for dinner if that was all right with you?”

Draco just looked at her and didn’t say anything, so she continued to speak. “If you want we could make breakfast foods. My mum’s recipe for French toast is really good, or we could make pancakes.”

Draco still didn’t respond and she realized that she was babbling. Standing up and crossing her arms, she said, “This is a fun game. You stare at me, and I babble like at idiot. Well, I’m done playing.”

“It’s about time,” Draco commented as he walked forwards, put his hands on her waist, pulled her body against his, and kissed her fiercely.


Blaise was looking at Luna like she had lost what little of her faculties he previously thought she possessed. “Fon-what?” he asked suspiciously.

Luna sighed. “Fondue. It’s fun. You melt cheese in a pot, and then you dip meat and bread into it and eat it.”

“That sounds messy.”

“Life is meant to be messy, if everything is neat and at right angles nothing surprising ever happens.”

Blaise raised his hand to his head and tried to follow her misplaced metaphors. “Fine, let’s eat fondue. What about dessert?”

“That is the best part. We melt chocolate in a different pot and dip fruit and pretzels into that.”

Blaise sighed. “I suppose it would be too much trouble to just make a cake?”

Luna smiled and said, “I’m so glad you understand.”

Blaise muttered under his breath about not being able to get his message across to a ditzy blond. Luna ignored him and set about getting the things they needed from the magical cupboard. When she had everything lined up, she called Blaise over to the table.

“This is a bit messy, so I’m going to put my apron on.”

Blaise watched as she pulled what looked like a handkerchief out of her pocket and said an enlarging spell. Then, she took off her robe and tied the white ruffled apron on over her blouse. He found himself noticing that the apron emphasized her small waist and her curvy figure.

“I think we should start with the bread first.” She handed Blaise a long fork and pointed at a pile of bread cut up into cubes. “Go on.”

Blaise looked at the long, thin fork doubtfully, but he went ahead and stabbed a piece of bread and dunked it into the cheese mixture. When he pulled it out, strings of cheese streamed back into the pot. He frowned and asked, “How am I supposed to eat this?”

Luna walked around the table and leaned over his shoulder. She placed her hand on his and swirled the bread cube around in the air until the strings wrapped around the cube or fell off. “There, you just twirl it like that.”

“Oh,” was all Blaise could manage to say as he enjoyed the sensation of Luna’s chest pressed up against his back. As she walked back around the table, he was beginning to wonder if she had a hidden agenda, but when he looked at her she looked as innocent as ever.

Grabbing her own fork, Luna speared a piece of bread and dipped it in the cheese. Blaise looked at his own empty fork, and he realized that he hadn’t remembered eating anything. Deciding he’d try again, he speared another piece of bread and started over.

Luna smiled at him and chattered away about something called the Blue Bird of Happiness that her father was currently searching for. “They say that you hardly ever find him where you expect him. Supposedly, he sneaks up on people.”

“Is that so?” Blaise asked as he moved onto the chicken strips that Luna had set out. “I like this better than the bread,” he commented.

Luna smiled at him, and he fought the urge to smile back.


Ginny found herself desperately hoping that Draco had locked the door when he came in. So far, they were just kissing, but by the way he was kissing her, she could tell where they were going to end up.

In her romantic life so far, she had categorized two types of kisses. There was the experimental kiss that was tentative. Then, there was the ‘we’ve been dating for a while and we are moving forward a bit’ kiss. This kiss with Draco, however, she would dub the ‘I have no doubt that the elastic in my knickers will spontaneously disintegrate and they will fall off at any moment’ kiss.

Her thoughts on this subject were interrupted when she heard Professor Snape yell, “Mr. Malfoy, have you lost your mind?”

Ginny was glad that at least this scenario was his fault. When he turned around and said in a completely serious voice, “I think she has me under some sort of curse, sir,” she felt she had no recourse but to cuff him on the back of the head.

“Ow,” Draco said as he turned to glare at her. She glared right back at him, and he smirked at her before he said, “Fine, I kissed her this time.”

Professor Snape appeared flabbergasted while Professor McGonagall appeared highly amused. Turning to Professor McGonagall he said, “No good can come of this. Reassign them.”

“Now, Severus, I’d hate to interrupt the other pairings because they all seem to be working so well. I’m sure that Mr. Malfoy and Miss Weasley will be able to maintain proper decorum.”

Snape looked at her like she was insane and declared. “I wash my hands of this.” Then he turned and made a dramatic exit with his cloak swirling about him.

Draco frowned. “I’ve been trying to copy that cloak swirl for years, but I never have gotten it right.”

Professor McGonagall looked at Ginny. “Can I trust you to stick to the cooking lesson for the rest of the evening?”

Ginny nodded. “Yes, Professor.”

“Get to work then. I’ll check back on your progress in a bit.”

Ginny sighed and looked at Draco, “What should we make?”

“Something that we can ignore for the most part while I shag you senseless on the table,” he said in a low whisper as he leaned in to kiss her neck.

“But,” Ginny objected weakly, “I told Professor McGonagall we’d behave.”

Draco stopped nuzzling her neck to answer. “I never promised her anything of the sort.”

“Oh, hell.” Ginny muttered, right before he started kissing her in that elastic disintegrating way again. Minutes later, when he pulled back to take a breath, she took a step back and said, “How do you feel about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?”

“I have never tried one. Are they quick to make?”

“Yes,” Ginny answered as she moved backwards out of his arms. When she reached the magical cupboard, she pulled out bread, peanut butter, and grape jelly. When Draco approached her from behind and started to bend towards her neck, she said, “Stop, this will be done in a minute.”

Draco eyed her suspiciously as she spread different colored goo on bread. Then she reached into the cabinet and pulled out two glasses of milk.

Draco took the sandwich she proffered, and tentatively took a bite. He was pleasantly surprised by how good the simple sandwich was. After taking a drink of his milk, he said, “This is good.”

Ginny grabbed her glass of milk and headed for the table, “I can’t believe you’ve never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before.”

Draco shrugged. “I guess it wasn’t on the house elves' list of approved meals.”

Ginny boggled at the thought of house elfs cooking every meal. “I think I’d miss cooking. Not all of the time mind you, but I do like to bake.”


Blaise was in hell. He was stuck in a room with a curvy blond who was licking chocolate off of pretzels and bananas, and she had absolutely no sexual intention behind any of her actions. It was driving him crazy. If he had to watch her eat one more chocolate covered strawberry and then innocently lick the chocolate off of her lips, he was literally going to explode. He had no idea why this was turning him on so much. Other girls had made gestures like this at him on purpose, and it had not caused nearly the discomfort that he was currently enduring.

Finally, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples while he recited Quidditch statistics to try and make his current problem deflate a bit. When he had things under control, he spoke without looking at Luna. “I think we should go next door and see Ginny and Draco. I bet they would like this chocolate fondue too.”

“I think you’re right.” Luna stood up and walked over to the magical cupboard. “Just let me grab some more pretzel rods and bananas, so that we have enough to share.”


Ginny took the last bite of her sandwich, and looked warily at Draco. He stood up and walked over to her chair. “Stand up,” he told her. She stood, and when he picked her up and deposited her on the table, in much the same fashion he had the week before, she decided that maintaining proper decorum was a lost cause.

Draco had just started kissing his way down Ginny’s neck, when someone knocked at the door. “Damn it,” he said as he stalked towards the door. When he was closer to the door, he asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Zabini. Open up. We’ve brought dessert.”

Ginny heard Draco mutter a few choice obscenities before he opened the door for his friend. Blaise walked in looking harried. Luna followed him looking blissfully ignorant of his condition.

Luna walked over to the table and set up her fondue pot while Blaise pulled Draco over to the side and spoke to him in hushed tones. Ginny took in Luna’s expression. “What are you up to, Luna?”

“We made fondue, and Blaise thought you might want to share.”

“I see. What did you do to Blaise to make him suggest that?”

Luna winked at Ginny as she spoke. “We have pretzel rods and bananas to dip in the chocolate. You might want to get some strawberries. I forgot to bring those.”

Draco and Blaise came to sit down while Ginny went to the magical cupboard to get strawberries. When she came back, she saw that Luna was explaining the concept of fondue to Draco. “You dip the strawberries or whatever into the chocolate. It’s quite good.” Luna demonstrated by dipping a pretzel rod into the chocolate. Then she bit into the pretzel rod and smiled.

Blaise sighed when he looked at her. “You have chocolate on your mouth.”

“Oh,” Luna responded before she slowly ran her tongue around her lips. “Did I get it?”

Blaise nodded wearily. “Yes, but maybe we could find some napkins somewhere?”

Ginny got up to get the napkins to avoid laughing at the pained expression on Blaise’s face. She came back to the table with a handful of napkins and had to cover a snort as a sneeze when she saw Luna eating a chocolate covered banana. Figuring that she couldn’t take much more, Ginny used her wand to cut the remaining bananas and pretzels into bite sized pieces.

“I think the smaller pieces will be less messy,” she explained to cover up her actions.

Ginny ate a few strawberries, but she kept catching Draco looking at her. The intensity in his gaze was making her squirm. After she’d had a few strawberries, she announced. “I think I’m done. How about you, Luna?”

Luna agreed. “I’m full. I suppose we should clean up and get back to our homework. Are you boys done?”

Draco and Blaise both nodded affirmative, and Luna cleaned up the mess with her wand. “Ginny, why don’t we walk back together? I wanted to stop in your Common Room and ask Hermione what she knows about the Bluebird of Happiness.”

Draco shot Ginny a look, but she just shrugged. “Sure, Luna. That sounds good.”


When the girls made it back to Gryffindor Tower, they went up to Ginny’s room. Luna told Ginny all that she had done with the chocolate to torment Blaise, and Ginny laughed until she was out of breath. “I can’t believe you were able to keep a straight face. Didn’t Blaise’s expression get to you?”

Luna snickered. “I think he’s almost ready to crack. Help me think of something long and cylindrical for our next cooking lesson.”

“Luna Lovegood, you are truly evil.”

“Thank you, I try.”


Blaise looked at Draco and demanded, “Tell me what you think.”

Draco chuckled. “I don’t think she had any ulterior motives. I think she was just eating fondue.”

Blaise moaned and laid his head on the table. “That makes it so much worse.”

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