Alright, my laptop's been acting stupid, so I hope I can get al of this done before it freaks out again.

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(Harry POV)

Dinner, as usual, was silent. Just the scrape of forks against the glass plates and the occasional gulp of water.

Then suddenly, "I think we should break up."

I looked at Ginny, fork half-raised to my lips, genuinely taken by surprise. "Oh, um-,"

"I know you're with Daphne."

Okay now that shocked me. "I-I'm so sorry, Gin, I-,"

"No!" She said, waving her hands at me, "It's okay! Really. I… I've been seeing someone else too."

World off my shoulders.

I sat back in my chair and laughed. "Then why have we been acting like we're still in love?"

"To appease my family?" She smiled at me. "To make my brother happy?"

I nodded and laughed. "I… I feel so much better now."

"I do, too." She laughed into her hand, the hardest I heard her laugh in a while. "Is it bad that this is the best we've gotten along in months?"

"Yes." I answered honestly. "Really, it is."

Her smile never faltered. "I'm moving out tomorrow. Theo asked me to move in."

I looked at her, eyes wide. "Theo?"

"Oh," She blushed. "Uh, yeah. We... we got together about... a month after we graduated."

I just smiled, laughing slightly. "Well, this unexpected. Convenient, but unexpected."

"Well, I'm happy you found someone who make you happy. You deserve it."

"You too."

She was quiet for a moment. "Still friends?"

I had to laugh before put my hand on hers. "Still friends."

(Neville POV)

The break room had always been a wonderful place. There was always a nice steady volume of talking and laughing. The people in there were always in a great mood.

But now that the tale of Sumner and his leather thong had made its rounds, it was even better. People were making cracks at the auburn haired man left and right as he tried to drink his coffee and it was oh so pleasing to watch his face turn the color of an over-ripe tomato.

Blaise, Ron, Harry, and I all sat at a table pretty close to him, waiting for Phase Two to begin.

Draco was supposed to take the next step in our plan. Ten minutes ago.

"You don't think he's trying to back out do you?" Ron asked, trying to hold in a yawn. Life as a new parent was, though rewarding and wonderful, very tiring.

"No way." I answered, picking at my food. "He was pretty excited about it this morning."

All four of our heads jerked up as a cell phone went off and watched, a little too excited as Sumner pulled his phone out of his pocket. He looked confused for a moment before walking towards the door and putting the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

The four of us, as quietly as we possibly could, followed him.

"Hey? That's all you have to say to me after you turned me into a laughing stock?"

Blaise had gotten his cell number off a form and gave it to Draco for him to set up the next part of our plan.

Sumner paused. "You do?" He smirked before leaning against the wall to his right. "Oh, course I still love you too, baby. How could I not? You're so fucking perfect."

I heard Harry snort behind me. Blaise shook his head, chuckling. "Damn, he's good." I just felt sick to my stomach.

"Tonight?" he perked up. "Where at? The Rosemont. Room 621.I'll be there. I promise. Mmm, I love you too, baby. Can't wait."

He hung up his phone and stuffed in back in the pocket of his slacks, smirk in place. He chuckled before walking off.

"That boy's good." Blaise repeated.

God, I could just hear his voice. That adorable little pout that he always used with me when he wanted something whether it was a new wardrobe or just for me to come cuddle with him on the couch. That precious voice when his eyes got big and his lip poked out that I could never say no to. And he had just used it on someone else. Used that voice to tell them that he loved them and wanted to sleep with them.

I know it was part of the plan. I know the only reason he was doing it was to get that idiot out of our lives. But it just made me sick. I needed to go home and reclaim what was mine.

"Neville. You okay mate? You look out of it."

"I'm just… perturbed." I responded, running a hand through my hair. "I hate that bastard and he's sitting there telling my fiancé that he loves him so he can try to get in his pants." I rubbed my hands over my face. "Can't I just kill him and get this all over with?"

Blaise laughed, patting me on the back. "It's alright, mate. You know that Draco only loves you. He hates Sumner as much as all of us. More I think. You don't have anything to worry about."

"I'm not worried about Draco having feelings for him. I'm not worried about that. I know he doesn't. I just don't like the fact that someone else wants him. Pisses me the fuck off."

"Well, we've got tonight and tomorrow and then hopefully that bastard will be out of our damn hair."

(Draco POV)

I had to admit, I was a little nervous. The rest of the guys had come up here with me and we were all sitting in the hotel room, just talking, waiting for that grotesque bastard to call me.

Blaise was laughing, laying on the other bed. "From the way he acted on the phone, I'm guessing you sold it pretty good."

I nuzzled my head deeper into Neville's chest, feeling his arms tighten around me. "I try."

I heard the familiar dinging sound of the phone Neville had forced me to get – that I admittedly had become completely addicted to and could now add texting while my phone was still in my pocket to my list of talents – and quickly grabbed it, hushing the other boys before answering it and turning it on speaker phone. "Hello?"

"God, baby, it is good to hear the sound of your voice. I just got here. I'm in the elevator."

"You brought the stuff with you right?" The guys were all biting their knuckles and shoving their fists in their mouths to keep from laughing. Neville just stiffened, his arms rigid around me.

"Got it all, dollface."

I could've sworn I heard Neville growl at the nickname.

"Good."

"Never would've thought you'd be into that kind of thing. Whatever." He chuckled. "Next time, you're wearing it." I heard a small ding. "Alright. I'm on the sixth floor. I can see the room right now."

"Well, I'm not actually in the room right now." I said, pouting the best I could. I went to the lobby and ordered some champagne. I'll be up in just a second. Why don't you just change and wait for me?"

"Will do, baby. Will do. I'll see you in a second. I love you, you beautiful little angel."

I fought back a half chuckle/half gag. "Love you too. Can't wait to see you."

The second I hung up, the boys exploded with laughter.

"Damn," I heard Marcus choke out through his laugh. "I was part of making the plan and I almost believed you."

Neville was grinding his teeth. I could tell by the way his jaw was clenched.

I leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. I knew how he had to be feeling. I would feel the same way. When he looked down at me, I gave him a pleading look. I was only doing this to get him out of our lives. Surely he understood. He gave me a small smile before pecking me on the lips. He moved and planted a kiss on my cheek and then, before I even realized what he was doing, bit down harshly on my earlobe, making me gasp, my head falling back. He began to nibble on it, making me whimper.

It wasn't until the others started laughing harder than I realized what he was doing.

I raised a fist and punched him hard in the stomach – only making him laugh – and moved away from him. "Dick."

A scream came from the hallway followed by a rather loud, "What the fuck?!"

I quickly jumped up, pushing two others out of my way, to look out the peep hole. I couldn't see inside the room across the hall, but I did see a man, a woman, and two small children. The woman jerked the kids away from the door and the man charged in. Not ten minutes later, the manager of the hotel and two security guards came up, dragging Val out of the room, still clad only in that damn leather thong. He was also sporting a busted lip and a black eye.

After they were gone, I pulled out my phone and called his number again, of course getting voicemail. "Hey, Val. I hope I got to you in time. The woman at the desk caught me and said that there's a family that comes here every year and they always have the same room – 621. So, we're gonna switch to 825, okay? I can't wait to see you."

The guys were dying they were laughing so hard – Neville included this time.

I looked at Blaise, smiling brightly. "Ready to start Phase Three?"

He grinned, wiping at his eyes. "I don't think I've ever been so ready for anything."

I looked at Neville. "You ready to get this fucker out of our hair?"

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. "Ready if you are."

I was. I was ready to just get it over and done with. I was ready to get married and have our babies and just have a normal life for once.

I almost laughed at that thought.

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Okay, so this one's a little short, but I've got a lot to do tomorrow and I really wanted to get the chapter up. The next chapter will probably be about the same length, but the one after that will definitely be a lengthy one. :)

Hope you guys enjoyed Phase Two. All will be revealed in Phase Three. This ones probably going to be the most fun yet!

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