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Part Six:

Neville anxiously stared at the intricately carved front door of the Malfoy Manor, biting his lip. Draco had promised him secrecy; there was no way in hell Neville was going to lose his family's respect. Neville first wanted to make sure that Draco was not just planning some devious plot against him. "No," he softly said to himself, "Draco's not…we're friends."

With that in mind, Neville sharply inhaled and grabbed the heavy doorknocker.

Smiling to herself, Hermione opened the door, faking surprise at the visitor on the other side. "Neville!" she cordially greeted her fellow Gryffindor. "Come in," she said, opening the door wider.

"D-draco, told me to come over," Neville stammered, uneasy around the popular Hermione. "I-I-is he home?"

Mentally rolling her eyes, Hermione smiled brightly. "No, Draco stepped out briefly," she lied, fully knowing that her devious stepbrother was quietly 'entertaining' one, or both, of the Patil sisters, "But he should be back in a while. Why don't you come in? I'll have one of the elves make us something to snack on."

"Thank you," Neville said, smiling nervously. He had heard enough rumors, rumors that had been stopped before they left the Tower, to set him on edge around the Gryffindor Golden Girl to put him on alert.

"How are things?" Hermione asked, after making sure that the Malfoy elves were hard at work getting tea prepared. "I understand you are quite skilled in Herbology…"

Draco listened to his lovely stepsister hard at work. Smirking to himself, Draco mentally made a tally of things left to do. "Ah," he lamented, "So many things left to do…so little time."

"Harry, how are you?" Cho asked, not meeting the penetrating look that Harry was giving her. She softly sighed. Cho felt bad; deceiving the Boy Who Lived was partially a sacrilege in the Light Wizarding World. Unfortunately, Hermione Granger-Malfoy left her with no choice. She would rather die than see Marietta harmed, in any way. And Cho knew that Hermione was devious enough to do so.

"All considering?" Harry asked, smiling his half smile that melted the Wizarding World, "Pretty good. Have you spoke to Fleur lately?"

Almost frowning, Cho brightly smiled. Fleur was her mother's best friend's daughter. They had grown up with one another and Cho remembered how excited Fleur had been when she had caught the attention of Harry Potter. "No," she lied, looking off into the distance. There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Cho gathered the courage to do as Hermione requested. "I've heard that Miss Granger is catching you up?"

Frowning, Harry was silent for a long moment. "Yes," he flatly said. "She is. Is it just me or is there something…not right about her?"

'YES!' Cho mentally screamed. Instead she put on the carefully practiced innocent face on. "What do you mean?"

"I received an owl, shortly after I met her…Telling me how evil and devious she really was. How she enjoys a good conquest and how I would make the perfect target…Is all of this true?"

Closing her eyes, briefly, Cho gathered her wits about her. "No, not at all. Hermione gets a bad rep, you know? She's so brilliant and…well…pure, is the best word, I guess, that a lot of people gossip about her, tell a bunch of lies, you know how it is," Cho said.

Remembering the whole Rita Skeeter issue back in his fourth year, Harry smiled. "Yes, I do," he dryly said. "Are you sure?"

"Hermione gets a bad rep. But she always gives a 110%. She's a great friend," Cho almost chocked on that lie, "I know that I can always count on her to do what she thinks is best." 'There,' she thought, 'Not a complete lie.'

"I don't know…I've heard some pretty bad things," Harry said, reading into Cho's uneasiness.

"From whom?" Cho asked, a perfect look of disbelief sketched onto her features.

"I was sworn to secrecy," Harry said, grinning down at his exgirlfriend's long-time friend.

"Oh, come on! It's me! Cho! The only Seeker who can kick your lanky butt!"

"Okay, okay!" Harry said, putting his hands up in surrender. "Just promise me you won't tell anyone."

Hermione sighed. Seducing the virginal Neville was easy; too easy. Shuddering at the slight stench the boy left behind, she moved towards the shower. "Hermione?" came Cho's lilting voice.

"Yes?" she asked, smiling with victory.

"Mrs. Longbottom," came the terse answer.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, grabbing the roll of, still undeveloped film.

"Positive."

"And you did what I told you too?"

"Yes."

"He bought it?"

"Completely."

Hermione smiled before carelessly tossing the film to Cho's green head. Victory was within reach.