Snogs Galore!

Chapter Two

By the time they had reached the infirmary, Ron was feeling much better. Madam Pomfrey gave him a check over with her wand. It glowed red while hovering over his side. "It seems you were hit with some sort of spell, but I can't make out what the origin is. Are you sure you're feeling all right?"

Ron lifted his shirt and looked at his side. "I'm just fine now, but earlier it felt like my side was on fire. Wait till get my hands on Mal-"

"C'mon Ron, we need to head down for lunch. Aren't you hungry?" Harry interrupted.

"I am Harry, but don't you think we should-"

"Right then, let's head on down to the Hall." Harry quickly grabbed Ron and started pulling him out the door.

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey," Hermione said as she followed them on their way out.

"Of course, you're welcome. Be sure to stop by if you start growing things, or hearing voices." Madam Pomfrey smiled kindly.

Ron stopped abruptly to turn and face her. His eyes got huge and he looked as if he was going to be sick. "Growing things?"

"Yes dear, one never knows." She chivvied them out with her hands. "Run along now."

Hermione, who had kept unusually quiet in front of Madame Pomfrey, could no longer contain herself. "Harry Potter, what was all that about? You know good and well that we don't have lunch yet."

"Yeah, and why did you cut me off, twice?" Ron was looking curiously at Harry.

"We don't know what happened to you Ron. Even Madam Pomfrey couldn't tell us. Who's to say it was Malfoy? You did have him pinned up against the wall quite nicely."

Ron puffed out his chest and grinned. "I did, didn't I? So much for his lightning quick seeker reflexes."

Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced at Harry. "We still don't know what happened."

"We think we do," Luna said as she and Ginny approached the three. "First, Ginny needs to be checked by Madam Pomfrey." Luna pulled her friend along to the doorway.

"What happened Gin? Did Malfoy get you too?" Ron's hands fisted at his side.

"Actually it was more like she got him," Luna whispered with amusement, so only Ginny could hear.

Ginny was trying her best to get her friend to be quiet, "Luna, I'm fine now." By this time Luna had led Ginny into the infirmary. They all entered, pushing Ginny in front of them.

Madam Pomfrey looked up as they walked in. "Growing things already Mr. Weasley?"

"No," Ron squeaked. His face turned green and he quickly felt around on himself just to make sure.

"It's Ginny, Madam Pomfrey." Luna pushed her friend forward.

"Really, it's nothing. It was just a scratch and now it's gone." Ginny held out her hand.

"Let's just take a look." Madam Pomfrey held her wand over Ginny outstretched palm. Not only did it turn red this time but it sent off red sparks as well. "Oh my, it seems you have a slightly different version of Mr. Weasley's malady. As long as you're okay now, you are free to go. Please do let me know if anything..."

"Yes, we know starts growing," Ron muttered.

"Exactly, Mr. Weasley. Now run along children, I'm sure your ready for lunch." She arched an eyebrow at Harry and sent them out the door. Once she had made sure they were well on their way down the hall, she quickly headed to the Headmaster's office.

"Ginny why didn't you tell her about the arrow?" Luna questioned.

"What arrow?" Hermione, Ron and Harry said in unison.

"If you'll recall, I had Draco at my mercy when you three left." This received a small chuckle from Luna. Ginny gave her friend a pointed stare. "While I was letting him have it, Luna noticed a golden arrow on the ground." More giggles from Luna, which Ginny chose to ignore.

"I knew it! That git attacked me with a weapon." Ron began turning red.

"I don't think so Ron," Luna interjected, "he didn't seem to know what it was either."

"Right, sure he didn't, and Moaning Myrtle doesn't have the hots for Harry." Ron received a punch in the arm for that comparison. Ever since her visit to him while he was in the bath his fourth year, he had sometimes felt like she still was watching him. He always hurried through his morning shower.

"Can I finish?" Ginny looked at all four faces. After no response, she continued. "I happened to cut my hand while picking up the arrow. Then, while confronting Draco about it, I accidentally poked him in the chest with it."

"You stabbed Malfoy!" Ron's eyes got big. "Where did you ditch the body?" He looked like an overeager child on Christmas morning.

This earned him another punch in the arm, from Hermione this time. "Ron, she said she only poked him, he's still with the living. Isn't he?" she looked at Ginny with apprehension.

"Of course he is, or was when we left him," Ginny mumbled.

"You left him injured and bleeding in the hall?" shouted Harry and tore off in that direction. He was stopped by Ginny who barely grabbed the sleeve of his robe in time.

"No, I didn't." she sighed. She looked around at them all. "As I was saying, I barely scratched his chest. Once he took off his robes and opened his shirt..."

"Malfoy undressed in front of you?" Ron was once again flushing crimson.

"That's it!" Ginny threw up her hands. "I'm not going to tell you anymore unless you promise to stop interrupting me. Especially you!" She pointed her finger at Ron.

"Ron promises to keep his mouth shut," Harry cajoled. He looked over at the fuming red headed boy. "Don't you Ron?"

Ron whined, "but he was...."

"Shhhhh," Hermione quickly interrupted him. "Go ahead, Ginny, continue."

"Once his shirt was undone," Ginny glanced at her brother, he appeared to be turning purple, but didn't say anything. "The wound from the arrow was fading. When we checked my palm, my cut was gone as well. The next thing we know the arrow began to disappear."

"Did you notice anything special about the arrow before it was gone?" Hermione asked with curiosity.

"I didn't. Did you Luna?"

Luna scrunched up her forehead in concentration. "No, just that it seemed to be made from gold."

"Perhaps we should ask Malfoy if he saw anything?" Hermione looked questioningly at Ginny and Luna.

Luna snorted and muttered, "I don't think he was paying too much attention to the arrow."

"Well of course he didn't," Ginny interrupted and looked around innocently. "He was injured. I'm famished, let's go eat. We can talk about it after lunch."

"Fine by me," said Hermione, "this afternoon I'll head to the library and see if I can find anything on enchanted arrows."

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Pansy was locked in her bedroom, with Crabbe and Goyle banging on the door. "C'mon Pans, talk to us. If you don't, Draco will have our necks," Goyle pleaded.

She wiped the tears off her face and took a look at herself in the mirror. "My, my," it clucked. "We have had a bad day, haven't we?"

"Oh you don't know the half of it," Pansy fumed. She used a 'freshen up' charm to make the tear streaks disappear from her cheeks. When she pulled the door open the two boys outside scrambled in.

"Draco sent us to check on you Pansy. What happened? You really had us worried," Goyle said with concern.

She looked up into their troubled faces and sighed. They really did care about her. It's a shame Draco wasn't as easy to read as these two. "Where is Draco? Too busy to check on me himself?"

"Well he did have some kind of important meeting to be at. Not too mention he had to deal with Potter and his group," Crabbe tried to soothe Pansy.

"I'd like to know what he did to Weasley," Goyle wondered aloud. "Whatever it was it worked." Both boys got quiet as their brains fought for an explanation.

Pansy was tempted to take the credit for the incident, but then she would have a lot of explaining to do. She wasn't quite ready for that. Pansy was going to take advantage of this moment, while Crabbe and Goyle were deep in thought. She giggled to herself, deep in thought, those two?

"Who's ready for lunch?" They both looked up in delight. Food was always a good distraction. "You two head on out to the common room, I'll be down in a minute." She prodded them out the door.

When it clicked shut behind them, she reached under her robes and pulled out the bow and quiver of arrows. Her heart stopped. There had been twelve arrows when she had gone down to wait for Draco. Now, however, there were only four left. Oh No! I used one, which means there should be eleven left. What happened to the other seven? She looked at the bow and smiled to herself. It's not like the arrows would work without it. She placed it, and the practically empty quiver of arrows, in the bottom of her trunk. She would still need to find them. Eventually her father would look for the ancient artifact. He might not notice one or two missing arrows, but eight was definitely too many.

Pansy walked into the Great Hall flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. Draco looked up as they walked in. He raised an eyebrow as Pansy took a seat far down the table from him. She usually chose to sit across from him, but today she wanted far away from him and any questions he might ask.

Draco turned to ask Crabbe if he had found anything out when she walked in. He didn't see her at first, but the hair on his nape had stood up. When he did see her she was already seated at the Gryffindor table. She was sitting beside her brother, who seemed to be doing better. She was reaching for her glass of pumpkin juice when their eyes met. Their gazes locked for a mere moment, but that was all it took for his body to react. His heart jumped, his breathing quickened and his pants were uncomfortably tight. He couldn't help but notice that her hand was shaking as she brought the glass up to her lips. Good, it's not right that I'm the only one affected in such a way. She was the first to look away. Why though this sudden desire for the littlest Weasley?

Without taking his eyes off of her he leaned over to Blaise and whispered, "you have the next period free don't you?"

Blaise stopped with his fork midway to his mouth and whispered back, "yes. Are you trying to make an assignation with me?" He raised his eyebrows at his best mate. "I'm flattered of course."

Before he could get another word out, Draco elbowed him in the ribs. Still not taking his eyes off of the red head across the hall he whispered back, "no, you great arse I'm not trying to rendezvous with you. For starters you're not my type. Secondly it seems I've recently become obsessed with someone else."

Blaise put his fork down and followed Draco's gaze to the Gryffindor table. "Nice choice, nothing like a fiery red head to keep you engaged on a long winter's evening. Although my personal preference would be to go after the brunette." He inclined his head to the person sitting across from Ginny.

"Granger?" Draco pulled his eyes away from Ginny to gape at his housemate. "You've got to be kidding me?" He was dumbfounded.

Blaise looked thoughtful for a minute. "The way I see it," he said stroking his chin. "Behind that prim and proper bookworm is a tiger waiting to be unleashed." He grinned wickedly.

"Ugh, there goes my appetite. Thanks for that appalling mental picture," winced Draco. "I don't have the time today to do some important research, so you being the second smartest person in Slytherin, are my obvious choice."

Blaise just grinned and asked, "did the smartest student in Slytherin turn you down?"

Draco merely smirked, "I won't justify that with an answer. Will you do it?"

"Sure, I've got nothing better to do. What is it I'm supposed to be looking for?"

Draco pulled a drawing from his robes. It was a rough sketch of the golden arrow. "I need any information regarding an enchanted arrow that looks like this."

Blaise looked over the picture. "This doesn't have anything to do with You-Know-Who does it? I've told you before I'm staying out of that mess."

"I told you before that I respect your decision," Draco replied earnestly. "This has to do with the object of my fascination." He once again glanced over at the Gryffindor table. He was a bit surprised to see Ron Weasley staring at the Slytherin table. He followed his line of vision to see Pansy staring back at Ron. Both had a hungry look on their face, which had nothing to do with food. Flushed, Pansy got up from the table and hurried out. Interesting.

"Can I have this to use?" Blaise indicated the drawing.

"Sure," Draco said distractedly and handed him the parchment.

"Alright then, I'm off to the library. I'll let you know if I find anything of interest," Blaise rose from his seat and left.

A quick glance over at the Gryffindor table showed Draco that his red head had left while her brother had distracted him. He took a last bite of lunch and headed off to class.