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Ginny was scanning book titles in the library, when an arm snaked around her waist. She recognized Draco’s cologne right away, so she didn’t push him away. In an amused voice, she said, “Mr. Malfoy, what do you think you are doing?”

Draco leaned down and kissed her neck before he replied, “I am attempting to work out my sexual frustration in the library.” Ginny chuckled, but it turned into a soft moan as Draco bit her neck. She turned into his embrace and met his lips in an enthusiastic kiss. The kiss continued until someone accidentally interrupted them with a yelp of surprise. Ginny stepped back and looked up to see Hermione turning an interesting shade of red.

“Sorry, Ginny. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Hermione mumbled as she beat a hasty retreat.

Ginny laid her head on Draco’s chest. “Crap, now my brother is going to hear about this.”

“I’m sure your sterling reputation will be ruined,” Draco snapped in an irritated voice.

Ginny looked up at him and sighed. “I am not worried about my reputation, you git. I’m just not looking forward to the lecture that my brother is going to give me.”

Draco smirked. “Does he frown on you kissing anyone in the library, or just Slytherins?”

“All of my brothers are under the mistaken impression that I am permanently five years old. Any evidence to the contrary upsets them greatly.”
Blaise Zabini’s voice could be heard coming their way, and Draco stepped back a few feet from Ginny. She eyed him suspiciously and asked, “Now who is worried about their reputation?”

Blaise walked down the aisle and spoke, “There you are, Draco. I was looking for you. There’s been a mix up with the Prefect schedule, and I needed to reassign you.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Lauding your Head Boy status again, Zabini?”

Blaise smiled mockingly. “Oh, the joys of power. Now as I was saying, I need to switch you to tonight. It looks like you’ll be on duty with Lovegood.”

“Why don’t you switch me to tonight, so that Luna and I can patrol together?” Ginny suggested. “I’m sure Draco isn’t keen on spending time with her.”

Draco shrugged. “I don’t care if you want to switch.”

Blaise used his quill to rewrite the schedule and he broke into a grin. “Congratulations, Draco. You’re on prefect duty with Ron tomorrow night.”

Draco turned to give Ginny a questioning look, but she quickly exited the aisle and walked off. She muttered under her breath, “Better you than me.”

Draco grabbed the schedule out of Blaise’s hand and rearranged it so that Ginny and himself were together instead. Blaise objected, “You’re not allowed to do that.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Well then you should put a Ward on the parchment or something. Anyone could rearrange those names, and you’d never know it.”

Blaise smirked at Draco. “Are you still claiming that you aren’t after the redhead?”

“I find her intriguing, but I am not after her. I don’t really have to be, because she is after me.”

“Well aren’t we smug?” Blaise commented as his friend walked away.

Blaise carried the schedule back to his table and scanned it one more time. He saw that he had somehow ended up having duty with Luna later that week. How in the hell had that happened? He saw someone walk up to him out of the corner of his eye while he scratched out his name and changed places with Ron. When he looked up to see who was waiting to speak to him, he saw Luna standing there with big, blue eyes that looked sad.

“Sorry to bother you. I wanted to ask what your favorite dish was. I thought we could try making it. You seem to be busy now, so why don’t you owl me, and I’ll see if I can find the recipe?”

Blaise watched Luna walk over and pack her bookbag before she quickly exited the library. He sat there telling himself that he had nothing to feel bad about. He hadn’t done anything wrong. While he was trying to convince himself of this fact, Ginny stalked over to his table and glared at him. “What did you say to Luna?”

“I didn’t say anything to her,” Blaise defended.

“Well you must have done something. She was all excited about asking you what your favorite dish was. She figured you deserved a break for putting up with the tamales and the fondue. Then, after she talks to you, she looks all sad and leaves, so what did you do?”

Blaise frowned. “She saw me changing the schedule, so that I wouldn’t have Prefect duty with her.”

Ginny gritted her teeth to keep from calling Blaise all of the names that were currently going through her brain. She took a deep breath and bit out. “Go apologize to her.”

Blaise’s jaw dropped open. “Why should I apologize to her? I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not like I knew she was standing there when I did it.”

Ginny stomped her foot and pointed towards the library doors. “Go apologize now, or I swear to god I will create a scene like you have never been witness to before.”

Blaise crossed his arms over his chest. “Why should I care about what kind of scene you make?”

Ginny put her hands on the table and leaned forward, so that she was in Blaise’s face. “Because, I know that all of you Slytherins are very caught up in appearances and the respect of your peers. I swear that I will raise such a stink that people will talk about it for weeks.”

Ginny stared into Blaise’s eyes and refused to blink. Blaise attempted to stare her down, but with six brothers, she had been through years of practice, and the only person who could outlast her was her mum. Blaise finally blinked, and then he stood up and walked out of the library muttering about pushy women.

Ginny watched him go with a smile on her face. She walked back over to her table and packed her own bookbag. She noticed that Draco didn’t look at her when she walked by. Apparently, he wanted to keep their interactions a secret. Deciding that she was not in the mood to put up with that crap, she walked back to his table and set her bookbag down with a loud thump.

Draco looked up at Ginny and took in her mood before he asked, “Since Blaise ticked you off, you’ve decided to make some sort of statement?”

Ginny nodded. “You do catch on quickly.”

Draco smirked. “Fine. This table seems to be at about that same height as the one in our cooking classroom. If you don’t mind an audience, I’m game.”

Ginny burst into laughter, and Draco continued talking. “I see, all talk and no action. What a tease.”

Ginny walked around to Draco’s side of the table. He gestured towards the table, and she shook her head no, but she did lean down and kiss him. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she informed him as she walked off with a smile on her face.

Draco looked around the library and smirked at the various people who were staring at him. When his eyes landed on Potter, he winked.


Harry muttered under his breath, and then he looked at Hermione pleadingly. “Can’t you talk Ginny out of this?”

Hermione gave him an annoyed look. “Harry, you have no say in what Ginny does anymore. You gave up that right when you hooked up with Cho. Any more questions?”

Harry slammed his book shut and went to work at another table. Ron sighed and said, “I hate that you and Harry are at odds.”

Hermione frowned at her boyfriend. “Well, I hate that you don’t care how much Harry hurt your sister. He told her he’d come back to her. Then, he starts running around with Cho. Your sister had to leave the country to avoid all of the publicity. I’d think you’d be a bit more supportive of her moving on.”

Ron rubbed his forehead. “I think what Harry did was wrong, but I knew he and Ginny wouldn’t last. She cared for him more than he did for her. I was relieved when they didn’t get back together. She deserves better than that, but Harry is still my best friend. We went through too much together for me to just forget about him.”

Hermione leaned her head on Ron’s shoulder. “I didn’t know you felt that way about Harry and Ginny. I guess I didn’t see it that way between them. I was always worried that if they could break up, then we could too.”

Ron wrapped his arm around Hermione and kissed the top of her head. “I plan on marrying you, having half a dozen kids, and living happily ever after. Is that alright with you?”

Hermione snuggled into Ron’s chest. “That sounds wonderful, although we may need to talk about the actual number of children that we plan on having.”

Ron smiled at her. “Oh, were you thinking of more than six, because that would be ok with me too.” Hermione laughed and kissed Ron on the cheek.


Blaise was muttering to himself as he walked down the halls in search of Luna. He had knocked at the Ravenclaw Portrait, but the boy who answered said that Luna hadn’t come back yet. Taking a wild guess, he went to their cooking classroom. He found Luna mixing something in a bowl. He watched her for a moment, before he said anything.

“What are you making?”

Luna looked up and frowned when she saw him. “I was baking cookies for tomorrow’s dessert. I asked McGonagall, and she said that it would be all right.”

Blaise walked further into the room and watched as Luna took two spoons and scooped out a ball of dough that she placed on a cookie sheet. “Luna, about earlier...”

“You don’t need to explain, Blaise. I know my personality can be a bit hard to take. After all, you are trapped in these cooking lessons with me, so why add any additional time to that if you don’t have to?”

Blaise became irritated. “I do not find your personality hard to take. I find it...interesting.”

Luna kept making little balls of dough. “Really, then why did you change your name on the schedule?”

Blaise shrugged and watched as Luna set a tray of cookies in the oven. He was trying to think of a good way to tell her what he had been thinking when he watched her scoop up a bit of dough with her finger and delicately pop it into her mouth.

“That is the problem,” he declared in exasperation.

“The cookie dough?” Luna asked in feigned confusion.

Blaise walked towards her and glared at her. “No, it is not the cookie dough. It is the way you eat the cookie dough, and everything else for that matter. I think you are doing it on purpose.”

Luna looked at him like he was a crazy person. “The way I eat bothers you?”

Blaise rubbed his temples as he thought that people were going to be calling him loony before this was all over. “Listen, all you need to know is that I don’t find you irritating in the traditional sense.”

“All right, so I irritate you in an untraditional way. Is that what you are trying to say, or are you ranting about something else?”

Blaise looked up sharply. “I am not ranting. I am trying to deal with this...situation.”

Luna smirked at him, and something inside Blaise snapped. He knew he was going to sound ridiculous, but he said it anyway, “You are not allowed to smirk.”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Let me see if I have this right. I am not allowed to smirk. I am not allowed to eat. It seems to me that you seem to have a problem with my mouth.” Working desperately to keep an innocent expression on her face, she decided to pull out all the stops, so she asked, “Exactly what is it that you think I should be doing with my mouth?”

Blaise felt all of the blood in his brain head for a southern destination. He turned away from Luna and began to run through Quidditch statistics in his head. When he turned back around, Luna was back to make cookies. The fact that she could wind him up, and then ignore him completely was irritating the hell out of him. Stalking forward, he waited for her to look up before he said, “If I find out that you planned all of this I am going to be very angry.”

Luna gave him her innocent look, and she thought she heard a faint growl right before he pulled her flush against his body and kissed her. She tried not to smile against his lips as he kissed her. She’d just have to make sure that he never found out about all of her little tricks. After all, a man’s ego was a delicate thing.


Ginny was surprised when Draco met her later that night for Prefect Duty. “You’re not Luna,” she informed him like it was news to him.

“I am aware of that fact. I think that Luna and Blaise will be taking Prefect Duty together for a while.”

“Really? How did that come about?” Ginny was curious as she had been unable to locate Luna after she left the library.

“Blaise’s logic goes something like this,” Draco told her as he pulled her into and alcove and proceeded to kiss her breathless.

“I think you just sucked out my brain. I don’t understand how this applies to Blaise and Luna.”

Draco snorted. “Apparently, Blaise snapped and kissed your loony friend because she was eating cookie dough, or some such nonsense.”

Ginny laughed. “He kissed her? That’s great. I never would have put those two together.”

“There seems to be a lot of the going around,” Draco commented before he started nuzzling her neck.

Ginny felt her knees start to give way, and she pulled back. “We are supposed to be on patrol.”

“Please, Voldemort is dead. The most frightening thing we could come across would be Longbottom snogging somebody.”

Ginny giggled, but she playfully smacked Draco. “That is rude. Neville is a nice person. I’m sure there is someone who finds him attractive.”

Draco looked affronted. “Let’s end this topic of discussion. It’s ruining the mood.”

“Please, you’re an eighteen year old male. I have it on good authority from my brother’s that death is the only thing that could ruin the mood for you.”

Draco snorted. “Let’s patrol until we find and empty classroom.”

Ginny smiled and let Draco lead her down the hallway, thinking that Prefect Duty had never been so much fun.

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