Disclaimer: I obviously didn't Harry Potter…if I did, then why would I be posting this here, it would already be written in the books…anyway moving on to more important things this is my first fanfic. I am writing this for my lover who refused to update her fanfic unless I wrote one too. I hope you enjoy reading?

Warnings: yaoi (this means one boy and another boy loves each other very much and they do naughty adult things in bed together) and incest of the Fred George variety… I think that's it…I might add stuff later though

When In The Locker Room…

"ENGAGED? Ron I've honestly been avoiding Ginny for the longest time." Harry responded. "Well one of the snakes, you know the pug one, was saying you and Ginny were walking around after curfew and um…doing stuff." Ron mumbled. "Pansy? Why the hell would Parkinson even think of me let alone who I date in my free time." Harry snapped. "Well apparently she was out doing her rounds and she saw…well she saw you and Ginny s-snogging." Ron stuttered.

"Ron I'm not even going to say how wrong that is. But what I will do is remind you about how every single day all of us in the dorm room stayed up past curfew together talking. Hopefully you remember that when I say all of us that includes me because I know even if you don't remember, Dean and I have been having an argument every day the last two weeks." Harry replied shaking his head at Ron in a disappointed manner.

"Oh yeah…but Harry, if you were with us, then who was with Ginny when Parkinson saw her?" Ron asked concerned for his sister. Little did they know, down in the Slytherin common room, Draco and Blaise were having a very similar conversation.

"Draco, that female Weasley has been going around telling everyone how you and Parkinson were…disgusting as it is to say it, engaged." Blaise said as he shuddered in disgust. "With that pug? I think not, not even if I was Weasley poor and she offered me the all the money in the world. Who does the Weaselette think she is telling people I would be with that…that thing?" Draco spat. "Well I know how I can find out." Blaise said as he pulled a familiar clear potion out of his robe pocket. And thus they left the common room to find the person responsible for spreading such filthy lies.

Fortunately they didn't have to wait so long. They caught Ginny leaving Slytherin territory after talking to…Parkinson? Well if they didn't think something was up, now they knew for sure that they were doing something suspicious together. It was after they were sure Pansy was gone that they bound, silenced, and levitated the female Weasley into a near by empty classroom.

As soon as she realized one of her captors was Draco Malfoy, Ginny struggled as hard as she could…not that she could, being bound into the dusty chair left in the room by chance. "Well well well, Weaselette, fancy meeting you here and just our luck, your fiancé St. Potter isn't likely to come rescue you any time soon" Draco sneered. "But that's fine, you see, we came with exactly what we needed." Blaise said as he showed her the truth serum. Ginny's eyes widened and she paled. "You see Weasley, there's this…rumor going around, nasty one if I do say so myself. Imagine my shock when I discover the person starting the rumor is…you" Draco said while glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. At this point, Ginny was even paler and shaking.

"But that's ok, because as you can see," Draco said as he swirled the veritaserum in front of her widening eyes," we can easily find out what your reasons." Blaise then forced Ginny's mouth open and Draco quickly put three drops in before putting the lid on the container. "Now," Draco said, "why are you spreading rumors about me and Parkinson?"

I probably shouldn't have left it at that, but then again, didn't I just update like two days ago? So…because I have a five day weekend thanks to my school, I might update again sometime no matter how badly my lover criticizes my writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the new chapter thing, because I can hardly remember what I wrote.

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