Chapter: 4.5 … *shifty eyes*

SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN AGES, it's just that life got in the way, and I'm in the middle of a Macbeth thesis =3='. *AWKWARD* &nd I'm extremely sorry that the following chapter does not have the challenge carried out (once again, life got in the way) But, this is pure comic relief, which is adding up till the serious part (the bet and the sex education class) And yes, it is necessary. THANK YOU FOR ALL THOSE AWESOME REVIEWS : ) keep 'em coming (:

"Flying car?" Adrian interrupted snatching the magazine from a scandalized looking Blaise, "I want one!"

"I thought you wanted a flying motorbike?" asked Blaise, snatching the beloved item back.

"Times change" answered Adrian "I've grown up since then."

"It was last night."

Adrian opened and closed his mouth, and shifty eyes indicated he certainly had a say in this. In stead a flash of auburn from the corners of his eyes brought more serious matters into hand (not that Smith thought flying cars weren't serious).

"Look Zabini, she's here. You can go and talk now" he said pointedly to the girl on the far right corner now with a more serious tone "I'll be on the lookout." As he left, Smith passed a look over is shoulders directed towards Blaise. It seemed to translate into if-she-kills-you-don't-worry-I'm-still-here.

Ginny Weasley was standing in the library rifling through a shelf of books when someone grabbed her shoulders. She shrieked, and swung around so violently that the person lost his misjudged balance. Looking down, she was not particularly surprised to see Zabini lying on the bare carpet, glaring up at her.

Ginny flushed as she reached out a hand to pull him up.

"Wow, a Gryff actually helped me out. Are you on crack or something?"

"Funny," Ginny stuck her tongue out at him, "Zabini, absolutely hilarious. I can't do one nice thing for you, can I?"

"No Weasley, you can't, not if you've got this big mission coming up. It's best to keep such courtesies to a minimum."

The Gryff cocked an eyebrow in disbelief -"mission? I really wouldn't call it a mission."

"Hmm now, let's see" Blaise retorted sardonically tracing a svelte finger across the book spines "extensive planning, hiding out in the library, conspiracy between a Gryff and a Slytherin, sacrificing my piece of shepherd's pie to Goyle this morning just to meet you? It's definitely a mission."

He thrust an open book in front of Ginny's freckled nose. She took it, and began reading, occasionally chuckling to. After she finished a few pages, she thrust it back into Zabini's hands. "I told you" she repeated for the umpteenth time "I'm not going to use magic." Blaise looked utterly bewildered. "Why not?"

"You made the rules yourself, and I'm simply following them."

"So?"

So? So?So?So? Oh these Slytherins.

Ginny took a deep breath. "Just, take his wand. I can handle it from there."

"This is going to be interesting."

There was no use arguing, and Blaise left the library in hopes of catching up with Smith.

"That bad was it?" asked Adrian wisely as Zabini came to view as the two of them walked through the corridors.

"As predicted, she's not going to use magic."

"That's okay." comforted Adrian. "Trust me, that girl always gets her way in the end; I've seen it first hand" he ended remembering that time he had a near death experience with Mrs. Norris.

"Yes I know she flicked a fried fish to the cat, but this is Draco we're talking about. Sure, just like a cat he's-"

"-Lazy"

"And pompous"

"And thinks he owns the world"

"And rolls in galleons in his past time"

"And doesn't share his shepherd's pie"

"And" Blaise opened his mouth to let the words roll out, but then stopped at the realization of the preceding conversation " er- whatever it is, I hope she has some tricks up her sleeve because fired fish won't help."

"Look on the bright side, "said Smith with a cheshire grin, placing a hand on Blaise's shoulder "either way, it's going to be interesting."

"Bright side? You're such a Hufflepuff" said Blaise along the lines of some ill-forgotten inside joke.

"Ooh. Does that mean you want a hug?" added Adrian sarcastically in mock concern, as he ran a hand through his sandy brown hair pouting. Blaise looked utterly disgusted and looked as if he'd start a singing about self serenading any time soon.

"Adrian Smith, please keep your hands to yourself for the sake of my health, and robes."

Adrian snorted, clearly annoyed at how Zabini lacked a sense of humour- but the priceless look that adorned his face seemed to be worth it. It's only once in awhile that Miss/Mr. Perfect cracks.

"Don't get upset Smith, look on the bright side- when you're running away from me trying to kill you for such unwanted advances, you'll still have your flying car to keep you company" said Blaise " wait, I forgot- no you won't."

"We're going to miss breakfast" said Adrian sullenly. Murdering his best friend and Hogwarts resident womanizer might have to wait for another day, it seemed.

Ginny looked around once the unwanted company had left and took a big green book from the shelves after some meticulous judging. She swung on a heel, and walked out of the library as well. I think I still may have some time for breakfast.

(AN: I wonder what that book's about :3?No, not the magic Blaise suggested ever so kindly =3=)

As the stream of radiance filtered in through the glass paned windows of the seemingly empty library, creases of a shadow flickered across the pale walls swimming in and out if view. It was the shadow of a certain cerulean eyed wizard in the far corner smiling, indulged in his own thoughts. Seems like my plan has been working even before it has begun.

Ginny sat down with her group of friends and donned an impassive expression to mollify the upcoming questions. "Where've you been?" inquired Luna pouring some porridge into Ginny's empty bowl.

"Library. Just some research" answered Ginny as short and straightforward as possible to hinder any more questions. Ron cocked an eyebrow and stared at Hermione in mock amusement- "You're rubbing off on her aren't you?"

"That's not funny" said Hermione. Harry figured they were having those arguments where they don't say much, and everything blows over in a few days…hopefully.

"Let me tell you" said Ron with a dark look embellishing his freckled face as he scanned all those seated near him "what isn't funny… Last night, I swear on Merlin's beard I saw Filch and-"

Before Ron could finish Hermione hit him repeatedly with a rolled up Quidditch Quibbler which had obviously been in Harry's possession up till now, and in the midst of the ruckus looked as if it had been conjured from thin air.

"Ron Bilius Weasley!" Hermione said exasperatedly between thwacks, "Stop with the Filch and Mrs. Norris theory!"

The entire group rang out with laughter; all except Ginny who kept passing nervous glances towards the Slytherin table where her unsuspecting blonde to-be-victim was dueling over Smith for a piece of pie.

Harry mused as to how Hermione would've been a good addition to the Gryffindor Quidditch team with those stunning reflexes, but, pity, her flying was as useful as Percy on a broomstick. Neville covertly mused about the same drama displayed prominently before her. Maybe, he thought, all those years of raising her hand in class paid off?

6 minutes later

"That was an interesting breakfast" Neville declared, licking his lips nervously, evidently thinking up some convoluted plot to write to his Grandmother if she caught a whiff of these circumstances.

"Would've been even better if you hadn't got us all chucked out for screaming about that ridiculous Filch theory" said Hermione pointedly at Ron.

"Actually it was your thwacking…" came the imperceptible reply from the back. It had been Luna, but the two who had been bickering didn't hear a word or chose not to. If looks could kill, those two would have been killed, resurrected and killed again.

"I had a natural urge" Ron retorted petulantly.

"Yet you ask me to restrain my far more natural impulses to correct you on such disgusting accusations of bestiality" Hermione sighed, picked up the cause of the problem, and whacked a numb Ron over the head who made no advances to stop the mutilation.

Harry and Ginny glanced at each other understanding and took inward breaths of surrendering.

"Love is a very interesting phenomenon…" came Luna's analysis.

"Let's get to class mates!" screamed Harry in efforts to calm down the storm.

"Oh…" said Hermione coming to her senses, or out of them "we'll be late!"

"Thanks mate" croaked Ron as they made their way to their respective classes.

Epic cliffhanger. Are we ready to see what horrors lie beyond? O.o

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