Hey guys!!! Sorry it's been a while, but I've been really busy with exams. Sorry to say it's unlikely that there'll be another chapter until after they're over. Sorry!!! Anyways, enjoy this one!

"It won't work," I said stubbornly, because I knew it wouldn't. Steven and I were sitting in the Common Room late one evening, brainstorming about how to get Leah and Abrams to break up. We had to be very careful about our planning cause if Daniel or Robert found out they'd never let me forget it, and Emily would go straight to Leah.

"Yes, it will," said Steven, "It would TOTALLY work!"

"But it would blow my cover!" I said.

"All the more reason to do it," he replied stubbornly.

"I'm telling you, it won't work! She won't dump him, she'll just punch me, and then, on top of everything else, she'll know I like her!"

"Fine," he grumbled," crossing off James kisses Leah spontaneously in the middle of the Great Hall off of the list he'd made that contained his ideas. "How about this one?" he asked, pointing to one that said, Make Leah think Abrams is cheating on her.

"Nah," I said, "that's lying. I'm cool with lying by omission, but I feel bad about lying to her face. What we really need to do is to find out something REALLY bad about him, then tell Emily, and have her tell Leah."

"Why didn't I think of that?" he said.

"Cause we all know I'm the smart one," he rolled his eyes, before saying, "So, how do we find out his dirty secrets, 'Oh Smart One?'"

I hadn't thought of that. "Ummmmm...."

"Well," he said slowly, "I think we should talk to Emily's boyfriend, you know, that Aaron Phillips bloke."

"But, he might not be close enough to know Abram's secrets," I said. From what I could gather, they weren't super close.

"No, but he might know someone who would..."

I grinned evilly, matching Steven's perfectly.

"Hey! Phillips!" I called as I saw him walking down the hallway. Steven and I had managed to corner him as he left his Transfiguration class. For once, Emily wasn't with him, it took us forever to get the bloke alone between Emily and his friends.

"Yeah?" he said, turning around to face us.

"We wanted to talk to you," said Steven, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes...why else would we have cornered him in the Transfiguration corridor. I thought it was time a professional took over this operation.

"We wanted to ask you about Josh Abrams," I said. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I took that as an invitation to continue, saying, "His girlfriend,"

He interrupted, saying, "Leah?"

"Yeah," I replied, "Well, she's one of my best friends, and I realized that I should really get to know her boyfriend, so I was wondering if you know who he hangs out with, so I could get to know him a bit better." I knew I was banking on Phillips to be sort of dim, or at least, naive, but it was worth a shot.

"Well," he said slowly, "I'm not stupid, so I know this has nothing to do with Leah," apparently he was stupid, "But if you're trying to dig up dirt on Abrams I won't stop you," the look in his eyes told me they weren't on the best of terms, which worked to my advantage, "His best mate is a Hufflepuff in our year, name John Miller. Talk to him," he began to walk away, before turning around, and saying, "Listen, I know you guys are friends with Emily, so, don't tell her about this. I don't want her to know I'm helping you guys dig up dirt on her best friends boyfriend."

I nodded, as he walked away. The moment he left Steven said, "I don't like him. But," he relented, "He gave us the information we need." I had a feeling I new exactly why Steven didn't like Phillips, but, then again, I had enough problems with my love life, without having to deal with Steven's.

"Have you got it?" I asked impatiently, as Steven entered the Common Room, late one evening, in mid-November. We'd spent about two weeks trying to talk to the Miller guy, but he wouldn't budge, and we were prepared to take drastic actions.

"It was tough" he said, "But I got it," he held up a tiny bottle of what looked like water, but I knew better.

"Excellent!" I said, "We need to handle this before we go home for the holidays, cause we'll need that time to sift through our information."

"Good idea," he said, "So, we'll do it tomorrow."

The green bar is freely available, so PLEASE tell me what you thought, and what you think they'll find out about Abrams...