"Weasley, It's over."

"What?"

"The game, its over."

"What do you mean?"

"I forfeit. Withdraw. Concede."

"You mean I- I win?"

"Yes. I will no longer seek you out. I will cease my advances on you. And you needn't worry over your precious Potter; he, too, will be safe from the evil Malfoy's wrath. Its all over. Congratulations."

"But-"

"But, what, Weasley ?"

"Why? Why do you forfeit? Is it because of what I said? I mean, I didn't really, completely mean-"

"No, actually you were quite accurate in your conclusion of me. I am a whore. Now, if you will excuse me-"

"No! I mean, I won, right? So what do I win?"

"What do you want, Weasley?"

"I want you to call me Ron."

"If that's all-"

"No! No I also want something else."

"What?"

"You. Your services."

"I see." "You already admitted to being a whore. I don't think you would be completely adverse to the idea."

"For how long?"

"Until Harry comes back."

"And I suppose you want me to dye my hair black and carve a scar into my forehead."

"Nah. You're attractive enough the way you are."

"I'm so very glad you think so, Weasley. Ron. I submit on one condition."

"Yes?"

"That you give me no permanent marks."

"No! I mean of course not, no."

"Very well. And do you require any of my services now?"

"Yes. Come and seal our agreement with a kiss."