A/N: Yeah, it's been a while.  But here's the next chapter.  Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer:  Not mine.  I don't think I even ripped of any stories this time, but the characters aren't mine.

Chapter 4

Hermione bounded over the couch, giggling gleefully as Harry and Ron chased her.  "Help, Ginny!" she cried.

Ginny, also snickering, placed herself in front of the two boys, blocking they're way and giving Hermione time to escape.  She leaped at Harry, pinning him on the ground.

"Hey!  No fair!" Harry complained, trying in vain to push her off him.  "Why couldn't you attack Ron?" he whined.

"Because he's going to trip over that chair in the kitchen,"  Ginny explained.

"I did no-OW!  Okay, WHO PUT THAT TABLE THERE?" Ron yelled from the other room, which was followed by a giggle from Hermione.  Both Ginny and Harry then heard the back door slam.

"It looks like I'm going to be buying all the chocolate frogs this year," Harry grumbled.

"Woe is you," Ginny joked.

"So...you want to get off me?" Harry asked.  Ginny, suddenly realizing that she was still laying on him.

"Sorry," she gasped, quickly sitting back and standing up.

Harry nodded.  "Hey, while they're busy out there, what do you say we check up on what our readers think we might be doing?" Harry suggested, a devilish grin on his face.

Ginny grinned back, and they rushed to the nearest computer... but what they found was not what they expected.

"Malfoy?"

Sure enough, Draco Malfoy was sitting at the desk, browsing through fanfiction.net.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked, looking very surprised at being found.

"What are YOU doing here?  This IS Hermione's house," Harry said back.

"The mudblood's house.  What are the odds?"

"Don't you call her that," Harry threatened.

"I'll call her what I want, Potty.  And as for what I'm doing here, just say it's more sinister then you can imagine,"  Malfoy sneered.

But while this friendly exchange was going on, Ginny was sneaking closer to the computer.  When she got close enough to read what was on the screen she let out a small shriek.  "What is this?"

"Oh, it's er..." Malfoy started.

"That's disgusting," Ginny muttered after she was sure that Malfoy had no answer.

"What is it?" Harry asked, trying to get a good look.

"It's the one we read earlier.  You know... 'Fuck me, Draco,'" Ginny clarified.

"Malfoy was reading that?"  Harry began to laugh.

"Shut up, Potter.  It was the first thing I came across.  And I happen to think it's rather funny."

"Yeah, it's hilarious that someone would think you were better then me."

"What?  I am!"

"You so are not," Harry said, a small grin coming to his face.

"Does it matter?" Ginny interrupted.

"I have my manly pride, weasel.  Potter may not, but it matters to me."

"How about we concentrate on what your doing here?" Ginny asked, a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

"Oh...well...you see...I wanted to read some more of these things, so I went to a random  house in the closest muggle town."

"Sounds very sinister," Harry grumbled.

"Believe it or not, I do think about other things then evil plots for world domination."

"Like what?  Mas-"

"Don't even finish that, Potter," Malfoy growled.  He turned back to the computer and continued to read.

"You do know that I think this is extremely disturbing," Ginny told him.

"Fine, I'll read one about me and my father.  Those are hysterical," Malfoy said, moving the screen back to the character selection.

"You are even more twisted then I thought you were," Harry grumbled.  "Would you leave?"

"No.  Don't feel like it."

Harry and Ginny looked at each other.  They seemed to be formulating a plan, telepathically.  With a small nod of her head, Ginny and Harry sprung into action.

Ginny ran to the fire place and threw in a handful of flu powder that was going to be used for tomorrow's trip to Diagon Alley.  Harry pants Malfoy, and then rolled his chair right in front of the fire place.

"What the f-" was all that Malfoy could say before Ginny yelled "Diagon Alley," and Harry pushed him (but not allowing the chair to go through) into the fireplace.

"Well, that was entertaining," Ginny commented.

"What do you say we go try to tear your brother of Hermione now?" Harry suggested, leading the way to the door.

"Probably a good idea.  They should have a dire need of oxygen by now," Ginny laughed.  And they went down stairs.

A/N:  I hope I kept Draco in character during that.  I always have trouble keeping him mean.  I just read to many Draco oriented stories.  What do you all think should happen in the next chapter?