Ron chuckled, he was going to tell Brian how some of her predictions had come true, of course, those were minor predictions, as in weather and quidditch related but decided against it, considering that it was true that her predictions were a bit off.

He raised his eyebrow, not caring if Ginny saw his expression or not, it became obvious what Ginny was trying to pull along, but for Brian to use 'affair' on a sentence that included his sister wasn't quite bright, [b]"Well, since I'm obviously not joining you two on your affair, I'm off" he said, standing up and taking his bag, he started to leave towards the dungeons, but he realized it was better if he just went straight to Madame Pomfrey, she'll send a note to Snape.

It never ceased to amaze Dean how good Ginny's impressions were; the whole time he was biting his lips, trying to keep from cracking up out loud and disrupt the show. When Ron got up and left, Dean took that as his cue to make his exit. He had a feeling Ron wasn't taking the whole Ginny/Brian situation too well, but was doing a pretty good job at hiding it. "Well, have fun with your 'affair'," he said, getting up from the table and walking out of the Great Hall.

"That was an interesting breakfast," Dean said as he caugh up with Ron, who was heading in the direction of the Hospital Wing.

Ron chuckled, "Rather interesting? More like annoying at the end" he said, looking back at Dean, he shook his head, "Sometimes I think Ginny just does this things to annoy me, seriously" he continued, but he seemed quite calm despite his previous exit, "I'll continue to think that you guys will do great together, but, whatever, it's up to her" his pace was getting somewhat slower as they approach Madame Pomfrey's office.

"Are you missing class today as well?" he asked Dean, while getting his backpack on the floor to get one of the pills his brothers gave him.

"Let it all out," Dean laughed. "But seriously, I don't think she did it just to annoy you. If she was trying to do that, she could've done better." He didn't know what to say at Ron's approval of him for Ginny; he never expected it. He had always kind of 'liked' Ginny, but never thought Ron would approve, especially since they were such good friends.

"I don't know," he answered. "What about Seamus?"

Ron merely nodded at what Dean told him, there was not much he could say about the Ginny business, after all, his sister was complicated, just like any other girl, he laughed when he mentioned Seamus, "I think he could use the time alone with Lavender" he laughed a bit harder, "He needs to practice, you saw him at breakfast" he said, the memory seemed to be very amussing to him, it was awkward how he acted.

Matilda was dabbing on her signature cherry red gloss when she heard the dormitory door fling open. The girl, though not the brightest of minds, laid her father's extensive fortune that Serena Roberts was interrupting her courtship with the mirror. Smirking generously to receive the approval of her reflection, the girl tugged at the hem of her blouse and tightened her tie. "Well, well," she murmured silkily, leaning against the threshold in contempt. "Why don't you go shopping for a latest style instead of frolicking to your closet, Serena?" Friendship evaporated, the thin fact that Matty had a worthy manicure keeping her from ripping the wannabe to shreds. Her steely brows twitched at Serena's choice. The breakfast show this morning lay the groundwork for where the two would stand this year. Across from each other, curling irons at hand, Wild West style.

"He's seen you in that," she murmured off-handedly when Serie dared make a selection, just as candidly offering her friend a fashion tip as an insult. "Four weeks ago, the benefit for snidget preservation. 'Course, he made no comment about it. My emerald green...Valentino...or was it Versache. Oh well, it was a V and it was a winner." Her white teeth flashed as her neck arched into a chuckle.

"But, dah-ling, we do need to speak about this." Slipping off her mint green stilettos and summoning a black pair from the corner, Matty moved around to Serena's bed and perched on it like an exotic bird, slipping into the shoes. "This fighting really is tasteless. I know...you know," the last bit was insinuated on a higher degree. "You have your pick. Then again, so do I, but Draco. Really. Aiming a little," her fingers squinted with a tiny space in between, "high." She flicked her wrist. "Graduate a little bit," she mentored. "There are other fish in the sea. And really, Malfoy is a hard boy to handle. Serena, I just don't want you hurt," Matty lamented, batting her priceless lashes at her best rival. Hurt much, anyway.

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He emerged. From behind a random tapestry. On the second floor. Softly. As he was embarrassed to leave footprints. Which of course, he was anything but. In fact, he wished, just this once that mud (the purposefully staining, not the outdoorsy muddy kind) would leave his tracks. Nothing like a big of a snog. Parting ways with Angie in the form of a fleeting kiss, Draco Malfoy drew his pocket watch, managing to strike the most interesting of poses just to check the time. Hmm...he'd have to meet Matilda and Serena in fifteen minutes. Cripes...he traced a hand through his messy hair and scanned the hallway for the nearest washroom. In an equally elite manner that deserved fanfares and a red carpet, he traipsed in, sneering at the lacking of this place.

He'd find that he was not alone. Or in the right place.

Yes, he kept cologne in his schoolbag. He valued it more than his wand. Dabbing a bit on his collar, he smirked at his reflection, doing his best to smooth the platinum blonde locks into submission. No such luck. This involved a full wash, condition, and an hour's worth of gelling. Making an excuse about getting into an epic fight would take most of a minute. Backing up, he yanked at his silver and green tie a few times to loosen in an effortless way, as if it just came apart. Tugging at each sleeve, he made a few faces at the mirror; a few subtletries and a few over-exaggerated quips. After all, this was the men's room. You groomed yourself and your ego.

Or so he thought.

"Oooooh, don't you look handsome," a sugary, babyish wail echoed through the Formica tiling into his ears. Extensive musculature stiffened. Draco's eyes whipped around, storming. What was a girl doing in here? However, the reflection in the mirror bade nothing as far as another person. "Who're you?" he hissed, feeling infinitely stupid. "Up here, darling," the sickening voice replied. Dare he? Draco, now shaking slightly with the unnerving calm the voice presented, glanced up. She was propped on the circular window in the domed incline of the roof. She was dressed like 50 years ago, with glasses that could only be described as beach ball models. Oh yeah, she was also transparent. "Who're you?" he repeated to Moaning Myrtle, who now took the liberty to slowly glide through the oxygenated path she could only walk with ease.

"Moaning Myrtle," she replied, folding her transluscent, bony hands in front of her and tossing her pig-tailed head. "Who're you? Oh, no matter. You're a BOY! IN MY BATHROOM!" The toxic honey faded from her tone, replaced by a savage hoarseness. Draco's face went through several cartoonish expressions. "Wait," he roared back, grappling the air to clap a palm over her mouth only to meet a sickening cold and the urge to vomit. "It's...the men's room," his voice lost pride. "OUT! IT'S A GIRL'S ROOM AND I'LL CALL A PROFESSOR!" she screeched, taking the opportunity of his gathering his wits. "OUT!" She flung at him, traveling through him. Draco nearly sank to the ground, feet skidding back toward the door, the little color in his face taking a lunch break. "OK!" Going, going, gone. He left his belongings and a shoe in that booby-trapped bathroom, features mad with consternation.

He didn't stop running until his fit form stopped at the steps to the South Tower. Breathing and exhaling fire, Draco collapsed on the steps, mind regurgitating the mysterious occurrences. For a ghost, she had the force of a human.


Timo allowed a private smile in behalf of Cho’s naivety. He hadn’t meant to, honest, in fact, he regretted the upturn of his lips immensely. On the other hand, he found it infinitely droll that she considered him that emotionally unstable. What was he? A bomb? Hmm…another time, another tangent. “You misunderstand me,” he corrected evenly as if lecturing a child on the variable of right and wrong, trying to hide his irritation. “Not my spiritual presence, though some would probably find it quite disturbing if they dug properly.” Another private smile, one he flaunted proudly. He eyed one mulberry red cheek to another…hopefully in the soothing manner he intended. “I merely meant that my physical presence was the cause. You walked. I sat. You walked over to where I sat. You tripped.”

“Well, maybe you do hold some blame,” he remarked for an afterthought. “You don’t intend to, I know. If you did, you’d be a Slytherin.” Quietly, he chuckled, promptly withdrawing his hand. Cho was royalty. A commoner like him was…worthless. He mashed on his knuckles with finality of the job, pursing his lips and skirting a spider on its way to some crack or cranny in the wall. “Timo,” he murmured back after a pregnant minute had passed. Oh, look at that, my robes are dusty. Not mirroring Cho hygienic efforts; Timo found dust a marker of character.

As if he were a satellite to her blonde beauty, Timo’s head swiveled eagerly toward Serena Roberts when she traipsed by, positively glowing. The sensation of a bullet to his brain berated every gain of confidence. An urge to bow at her feet extended itself with a sultry kiss. His breath caught, mouth dropping delicately in a slight ‘oh’. The scent of her perfume scalded his throat, dispersed by the same fan that moved her hair in rhythm with each glide of her diminutive feet. It burned, not being close enough to worship this godess. Stunned, he met his shoes in submission, the corridor retreating into darkness and his interest dying when she vanished.

“Class,” he stammered, loosely indicating the door with a raise of an ebony brow. Pocketing the Odyssey before she could ask and he had to repulse from hearing his voice during the tiring explanation. “Hmm, it’s starting…I’ll catch…I’ll make the effort not to trip you any more,” he grunted as another taste of prime rib rippled through his side. “Yeah, seeyoulater.” He slithered off in his best vulture-like air.

Pleasant. The circular classroom windows were caked with drying rain, not even the feeblest thread of sunlight sewn through the sky by one god or another. Flicking a cursory peer throughout, he was satisfied that nothing had changed and marched over to his usual seat. In the back. The one that he’d drilled a bountiful hole into with the tip of his wand and the ominous creaking groan the chair exhaled with every sit. It was a home. A welcoming one, what with the corridor scene. It left him reeling.

"Yeah, I think Seamus could use all the practice he can get," Dean said, starting to laugh himself at the memory of the awkward encounter. "And then some. I'm in then, I guess. What are we doing?"

"Okay, listen, one of us will have to take the faint pill and the other the nosebleed, we'll go to Madame Pomfrey's and the one who takes the fainting pill will tell her that Malfoy hit the other" easy enough, the plan had no flaws, after they've taken the counter-effect they'll be free to do what they wanted, and Ron was feeling better to the whole 'Practice in the Forest' thing.

He took out the two pills, and looked at Dean, "So, which one do you want?" at least Ron was giving him a choice, it couldn't be better.

Ron gave him the plan. "Genius!" Dean cried, impressed at the idea. "I'll take the nosebleed one," he answered. "I've never had that one, but I've wanted to try it." Dean held out his hand for the pill, excited to get the plan under way.

"Perfect" he thought, that way Ron will be the one blaming Malfoy, and that's something he was good at, "Just remember not to throw away the other side of the pill" he said, looking directly to Dean with a serious face, he handed him the little pill, Ron was proud at his brothers for doing this, it was better in Dean took the pill now and Ron before entering the office, it'll give him time to talk it out.


ooc: there's no madame pomfrey, but we can rp after she apparently gave us the first periods off

Harry passed by Ron and Dean. Draco had told him they would talk later. Harry realized both boys were taking some sort of pill. Harry, having nothing else to do, went over to them and said, "Weasley trying to change your apperance by taking magical pills?" Harry smirked.

The icey sound of Matilda's voice filled the room. Whipping around, still holding the lacey blue dress aloft in her hands, Serena spotted Matilda, before the mirror, applying on another coat of her trademark lipgloss. "Matty." The blonde said curtly. It wouldn't do to not acknowledge her. It would have been rude. Although, Serena definitely could afford to be rude to Matilda. "Shopping now? In only an hour?" Serena repeated, blue eyes widening as if she had never heard of such thing. Shaking her head, she turned back to her selection of dresses on her bed. "I thought you knew me Matty. You know I couldn't go shopping an hour! When I go shopping, I like to go full out. It normally takes me an entire day." She said, false tones behind every word.

"Of course he's seen me in this." The Slytherin girl said icely. Really now. Did Matilda think she would gain anything by saying that? "I, however, like to recycle my dresses and wear them in different styles." She said, reaching out for a specific light purple dress that was laying right beside her white fluffy pillows. She had made her decision with this little Chanel number. Chanel. One of the biggest designer names in the Muggle world. They were known for their amazing creations of fabric and well, for their unheard of prices. The last time she had worn this was at a family dinner with the Malfoys. Roberts and Malfoy's, in the same house. Smirking slightly at the memory of that dinner, she picked up the rest of the dresses that hung obediently on their plastic white hangers. Storing the rejected choices back into her wardrobe, she waved her wand and recasted the charm again. There was no way Serena would allow that nosy theif of a roommate 'borrow' one of her dresses again.

Hurrying into the bathroom with a few steps, she donned the dress quickly. Making sure the ballon shaped bottom clinged to her thighs perfectly. Stepping out, she headed to the mirror that Matty had previously been at. Noticing that Matty was perched on the edge of her bed, the blonde ignored her and retouched her makeup. Smearing on some clear sparkly lipgloss in a tube, she took another glance in the mirror. She had to admit she looked good. Now, time for some shoes. Walking back over to her wardrobe in bare feet, she dug into a few drawers wondering where those black high heels of hers were. Finding the left one, she paused when she began to speak.

"Aiming too high?" Serena said, turning to face her, hiding her anger. Her mother had spent weeks with her in perfecting a mask for her daughter. She had told her young one that there would be times where showing her emotions to others would be the most unwise thing to do. "Are you sure you're not the one?" She shot back, slipping the shoe onto the proper foot. "I never miss." She said, referring to her aim. The competition was even higher now. Stakes were even better than before. Now it wasn't just the role of Draco Malfoy's girl. It was their pride on the line and Serena grinned. Matilda would never give up and neither would she. The other Slytherin was definitely worthy of an opponent. "Thanks sweetie," She crooned, finding the other shoe at last and buckling it up. "But I won't get hurt." She said. It'll definitely be you. She thought to herself.

Finally, she was ready.

Stepping in front of the reflective glass yet again, she made sure she looked perfect. Her two inches heels were buckled on properly and made her legs look even longer. Thank god Draco was slightly taller than her, which made it that much easier to wear heels. Even with these, she had to make an effort to kiss him, if she wanted to. And oh, she definitely wanted to. Flinging the dorm open, she waved a little fluttery goodbye to the girl, even though they were going to the same place. There was no way the blonde would hand in hand walk with Matilda to meet Draco.


Cho was about to utter a retort back to her fellow Ravenclaw but she stopped. It seemed like he wasn't even playing attention to her anymore. Why was that? He couldn't hate her that much right? I mean, other than her tripping on him, she never did anything to him...not specifically anyways. Maybe she had deducted points from him once or something. But that wouldn't make sense. Why would he ignore her now?

Feeling someone elses presence walk past her, she turned around to see Serena Roberts, herself hurriedly walk past them. That was the reason why? Nooooo. I mean, the girl was gorgeous and Cho definitely knew about the male population fanning over her but really? Even Timo? Seeing her disappear around the corner, she was about to question about him. Especially what she had saw earlier on back in the Great Hall. But before she could even utter another word, he bid his goodbye and left her standing there in the middle of the dungeon, still smarting slightly from the fall.


OCC: I'm not done replying yet. My laptop is going to die so I'm just posting right now first. There we go.

"Right," he said with a smile, grasping what to do with the Weasleys' trickery. "Your brothers are legends," he said with a bright smile, nodding at the sweets, and thinking of getting out of Proffessor Trelawney's class. No grim, no mystical ball, he thought to himself, contently.

Brian then turned to Ron, surprised at the reaction he had given. "You can too," he said, trailing off as Ron left the room, and then Dean. He shook his head, he knew he had maken a mistake by saying affair, but it's all that he could come up with. "Oh well," he said with a dissmissive shrug, and then turned to Ginny. He stood up, and walked over to her, holding out his arm, for her to take it. "Shall we?" He asked with a playful grin.

Professor Snape stalked down the hallway and towards his potions classroom, spotting Hermione sitting at the door. "Granger, couldn't wait to get to class I see," he said with a smirk, not waiting for an answer, and banged open the doors, and stalked to the front of the room. Although, on the way he stopped taking sight of Lavender and Seamus. "Brown, Finnigan, 50 points from Gryffindor," he said with a smirk. "Each," he added, continuing to walk to the front of the room, and sitting at a desk, waiting for the rest of the students to fill the room.

Hermione sat waiting at the front of the potions classroom, still embezzled in her book when Snape came stalking towards her. "Oh, not at all, I love the prospect of having class with you," she said, sarcastically, under her breath. She stood up and walked through the doors behind Professor Snape, walking into the classroom. She took a seat on the far left, and began to pull out her things ready for her potions lesson.

Ron laughed very hard, but sarcastically, "There's no need for me to do so, Potter" he grabbed a different pill and threw it to Harry, "However, it'll do you much good to do it, so you'll get at least one girl and perhaps stop annoying everyone around" he exclaimed, with a smirk on his face, finally a Slytherin.

He looked sideways, "Isn't Malfoy lending you one of his girls so you don't get lonely?" he said, even he thought it was a bit hard to say, but he didn't care, it was Potter standing near them.

Lavender gasped out loud as Professor Snape removed 50 points from her and Seamus, each. Lavender growled, but kept the sound low enough so that Snape would not hear. "I can't believe that Seamus!" Lavender said, her eyes welling up slightly with tears. "I've never had so much as 50 points taken away from me in a full year." She continued whispering, finally putting her head down into her hands. Sniffles could be heard coming from below the desk.

Harry caught the pill and smirked. "I'd rather not thanks...I'm not that desperate to get a girl. I can easily get anyone I want especially what's her name? Ginny...? Harry laughed. "I've heard that she is completly in love with me...but that's just a rumor to you I suppose?"

Ron's eyes widened, and his ears turned a little red, "Don't you dare, Potter!" he exclaimed, he couldn't handle anyone messing up with his sister, he was close enough to take his wand out, but calmed down somehow, "Get real, she'd never be with a guy like you" he said, acting quite casually now, but now Harry knew that it was obvious he didn't like being bothered when it came to Ginny, he'll protect her 'til the end.

Harry smirked and shrugged. "We'll see about that". Harry laughed and walked away. Ron was a bit touchy when it came to Ginny.

Seamus sat there, mouth hanging open at the fact that he just had fifty points taken away from him for no reason. He didn't dare say anything, though, fearing he would upset Professor Snape even further. He turned to Lavender and noticed she was very distraught about what had just happened. He smiled slightly at her and said, "It'll be alright. We'll earn them back," he said, pulling her hand out from under her face and holding it. "You know how Snape is," he whispered, only audible to the two. He held her face in his hand and wiped her tears away. Seamus didn't know why he had this sudden sense of courage sweep over him, but he didn't care; he liked it. Hopefully Lavender would see that he was trying and like it, too.

Ron narrowed his eyes as he watched Harry walked away, "What was he doing in this floor?" he thought, and shook his head while he turned to face Dean again.

"The nerves of that Potter" he said, rather angry, "We'll have to plan something for him as well" he continued, taking very seriously what he said about his sister. Ron knew that Ginny could take care of herself very well, but he still felt the need to protect her, especially from those snakes, "Stupid snakes" he exclaimed, closing his backpack and pulling it into his shoulder.

He breathed in and out before speaking again, "Ready, Dean?" he asked, looking at him, with pills at hand.

Matilda erupted into quiet, derisive laughter. Some blondes lived up to the stereotype. Rising and sauntering over to her own selection of dresses in an equally large closet, her fingers religiously traced across the racks, every bit of meticulously sewn fabric screaming for the master's approval. She smirked. "Not shop now, Serena," she voiced boredly. "I meant with the time you have. You certainly don't spend it studying." She ripped a white and black polka-dot dress from the rack and pressed it indulgently against her wanting figure. Shopping in an hour? Who were they? The homeless? Her steel eyes narrowed to a proportion that gave her visage a slight Asian appearance, snowflakes of discreet animosity floating along the irises. "Ahhh, indeed, Serena. I knew you. That one fashion week took longer than a day. Jolly time." In a true Matilda sarcasm tone, she tossed the memory aside without a second thought. "Fun when we were fifteen."

She was a child. A childish little thing who had only the slightest conception of Draco Malfoy was. Even though she and Serena were the same age, Matilda always martyred as the more mature, more seasoned one of the two. The bolder one. With a breeding she could trace back well past the A.D. mark. "Calm yourself," she snapped icily at her excuses, unable to handle being spoken to like that, peer, elder, and most definitely not youth. "You know nothing," she spat, flinging the recycled choices this way and that. With a lazy flick of her wand, she was dressed and seething. Ripping the pins from her hair, she rounded toward her vanity, infinitely disappointed in Serena. "Yes, how grown-up of you. Slam the door." Matty stirred a finger through her jewelry chest thoughtfully, the slam of the door ringing in her ears. Who was she to know Draco's capabilities? His intentions? His...sudden prerogatives to change his mind? Knowingly, the girl sighed, slipping a silver chain with a diminutive onyx pendant around her neck. Matilda Marx would not be the one to mop up Serena's blood, sweat, and tears when Draco's novelty for her was spent.

Combing her hair out with gentle strokes, the argument was poked and prodded by her mind with the conclusion to leave Serena alone...and laugh when things didn't go as planned. Matty made the mistake once. They all made mistakes like that. Little girls planting big ideas into their heads and inviting the devil, of all guests, to their tea party. Little girls escaping their mother's wishes for their own. Little girls growing up too soon because they didn't heed the wise words that came at them. Minimal things such as these changed ones' lives. The teen stood, performing a true cat-walker stride around the room, twirling once, and yanking the dorm knob open contemptuously. The afternoon was to be an interesting one. Much like the fox hunts her father regularly attended.

Born ready for this. Trepidation was nothing but an old knock-off she 'recycled' (how lovely a word, it would come handy) two years ago, imagining what she'd say was out (spur-of-the-moment was the element of cool). Who didn't love quick wit? Bugger, Matty thought with a snicker that made the small common room queue who already hung on her every word listen in all the more eagerly. Shooting them a power glare, her answer was the simple slam of the of the common room entrance. Taking a passageway so no one would dare ask about her outfit choice, the smell of earth and water mingled with what she smelled of the Chanel no.5 on her neck and wrists. Aftershocks of Serena's juvenility made reconsideration a serious thought to mull. No time for that now. "Draco," she whispered with a glowing grin, emerging a few feet from where he sat on the South Tower steps and striding over, wasting no time and taking her place by the rather disgruntled boy.

Malfoy smirked when his darling Matilda emerged from the last place he'd expect, looking like the diamond any robber would risk life in prison to steal. His eyes unrestrainedly wandered across her style of dress, the way it clung to her, and met with her roasted wheat hair. Her smirk, too. She mirrored him beautifully. Composing himself from the 'Moaning Myrtle' incident, Draco sat like an expecting fisherman as her stilettos slowly reeled the distance between them.

"Haha, well, I was wondering who'd show first," he mumbled tiredly, slipping an arm around a lightly pouting Matty as soon as she sat down. It was obvious that there would be some kind of rivalry between her and the latter beauty. Especially, Serie, who was eager more than ever to achieve Draco's graces. She was doing rather good of it too. "You know me, always the competitor," he heard her lilting whisper. Chuckled, he kissed her forehead, beadily eyeing the staircase for Serena.

"Tha, tha, thank yu yu, you Seamus," Lavender managed through the tears and heavy breathing. She looked up at him letting loose a small smile, but quickly dipped her head back down. She was in no shape to be looked at now. Specifically she had a feeling burning in her chest that she didn't want Seamus to see her like this. What did this all mean? No way Seamus would like her. He barely could manage any words to her, like he didn't care for her one bit. But his hands did feel nice. Lavender wiped away a collection of tears that fell down her cheeks, catching the last one as it was about to drop from her eye. "You are too kind, Seamus Finnigan," she said finally looking up smiling a half smile. She bowed her head down sligtly and squeezed his hand slightly, her half smile turning full.

"Potter," Dean muttered with disgust as the arrogant black headed fool left. "Ginny would never be with a jerk like him, Ron," he agreed, nodding. Now that he was out of the way the plan could be put into action. "Ready, mate." Dean took the pill out of Ron's hand and broke it in half, stashing the blue end in his robe pocket. Looking to make sure that no one was around, he tossed the red end of the pill (the end to start the bleeding) up in the air, catching it in his mouth as it came back down. After a second, Dean's nose started to tingle, then blood started seeping out of it, slowly at first, but picking up pace. "Let's go," he said to Ron, ready to get the plan underway.

"Aren't they all?" she muttered, rolling her eyes. Ginny had a great deal of respect for Fred and George, but sometimes her brothers (especially Ron) could overshadow her, making her feel insignificant. With a sweep of her long red mane behind her sholders, that thought was quickly brushed off. No need to dwell on stupid things.

For someone who wasn't very good with words, Ron could certainly detect a fishy use of the word 'affair' quite well, much to Ginny's amusement. She was pleased at how well Brian shrugged it off. Standing up, Ginny smiled at his playful grin. "We shall," she announced, looping arms. Somehow, Ginny felt like a little kid again, playing around. But in a good way. They proceeded to leave the Great Hall, arm in arm. "Where to?" she asked when they reached the entrance hall, unsure of where to turn. Should they go straight to the Hospital Wing, or go outside for some fresh air and stage things at Herbology. The choices of what to do were endless, and increased by Brian's presence.

Seamus blushed as Lavender complimented him and grabbed his hand. He began to smile like an idiot. "Lavender, I've got to tell you something..." He began to shake a little. Alright, this is the moment of truth. He let out the breath he was holding and let it come out all at once. "Lavender...I...Ilikeyoualot."

Stupid! Stupid! She probably didn't even understand you. He held his breath again and waited for her response.

Ron grinned as he noticed that Dean was ready, and watched him take the pill, it could get messy, so he wuickly split his pill in half and walked with him to the Nurse's office, standing right outside it, he took his pill, so he could faint at the exact moment, he strode into the office, a bit angry. Acting it out, of course.

He was pretty much speaking really loud to the nurse, and he was sure Dean heard the name 'Malfoy' being called, as Ron explained that Draco had just hit Dean on the face half an hour ago, and he hadn't stop bleeding, so he decided it was best to bring him here. He watched as the nurse took Dean up to one of the beds.