A/N: bah! ACT tests are the devil! I hate standardized testing. It should be banned! Anywho, sorry it took so long to post L but I had to focus on studying for that stupid test earlier today; but I'm back! I'm sure you're all running and screaming, but hey, what can I say? ;)

Bookworm: Glad you enjoy it. As I said before, Draco plays another small role later

Darkone: I am not putting a Yetti in this story. Look at the x-files one's we co-wrote…but those screwed up hilarious comedies were my entire fault. Again, I will only admit this once, and sadly, you now have proof. Also, remember that 'Chuck' is a foreign object, and if "E.T. can get home, so can" the Canadian in that stupid essay on the ACT test

writingjustforfunI'm glad you happened upon my story and glad you like it. J

Stella: lol! Very ha ha…sounds like something I would say… lol! Glad you enjoyed the last chapters.

Hope you all enjoy again! On a side note: I noticed I lost reviewersL. People may not know this, but I like reviewers. Even flamers, because they amuse me to no end. So please, you have to have an opinion…if you read the story, please review, that's all I ask. And now onto the next chapter!!!! (The plot really kicks off here lets out an excited cheer, reviewers cheer loudly and knock me off my comfy computer chair, author looks scared ;) )

Chapter 20 - The Visit

June 22nd

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the fireplace, holding a handful of floo powder. I can't believe I'm even thinking about doing this. He thought. He glanced over his shoulder for the hundredth time, afraid someone or something was going to catch him in his moment of idiocy. He took a deep breath and stepped into the fireplace. He held his arm up, closed his eyes tightly shut and said "The Burrow" very reluctantly, but clearly so he did not wind up at some unknown place. With nothing more than a poof of smoke, he found himself standing in the Weasly home's small fireplace.

Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace, looking disgusted and brushed all of the ash and powder from his robes. Don't they ever clean their fireplace? Malfoy wondered. The place was worst than he imagined. Now, Malfoy was not against organized chaos, didn't like it, but he did not prefer the method of organization; but this was just chaos! Not even chaos, if he could think of a better word he would use it, but worst than chaos came to mind. He shuddered slightly, and was about ready to leave again when he heard someone behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Draco turned to face Ronald Weasly's angry face.

"Believe me when I say," Draco started and wrinkled his nose in a complete look of disgust, "I don't want to be here anymore than you want me to be."

"Then Get out!" Ron said, trying to look tough. Draco almost rolled his eyes and laughed at him. But he really did not want to spend anymore time than necessary, and he had to face it, sacrifices needed to be made to get what you want, and Malfoy wanted nothing else than Harry Potter gone. Out of his life. He didn't care if he was dead or alive at this point. He was desperate. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He thought.

"Puh-lease Weasle..Weasly, I'm here to do us both a favor."

"Really, and what is that exactly?" Ron asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "You here to do the 'Dark Lords' bidding?" Ron taunted. Malfoy glared at him, but said nothing, and chose to ignore that last comment.

"You see, I don't want anything to do with him, but you…you on the other hand, you'd want him."

"Voldemort? Like hell I'd want him."

"Yes-No, not vold-the Dark Lord" Malfoy stammered.

"Than who?" Ron asked, rolling his eyes, and humoring Malfoy.

"Harry Potter." Malfoy said, almost dramatically.

"You're delusional. Harry's dead, Malfoy." Ron said. Does he really think I'm going to fall for that? Malfoy of all people coming here to tell me Harry's alive? Yeah, right! Like that isn't a trap. Ron thought.

"The Dark Lord captured him. Some death eaters found him, alive, after the incident on the Hogwarts Express. When he gained consciousness, funny thing happened, Harry had no memory. Complete amnesia." Malfoy explained, and went on to tell him about his father's plan.

"Malfoy, go home." Ron said, not believing that Malfoy actually believed he'd fall for that lie.

"I'm telling the truth!" Malfoy insisted. "I know you have every reason to doubt me. Ron, I can get you proof if you need it, but I can't stand another second with Potter."

"Get out Malfoy." Ron said, rolling his eyes again. "I know what you're trying to do and it won't work."

"Weas-Ronald I am not lying. Why would I admit to…" Malfoy shuddered. "Being…forced, to be mates with Harry Potter?!" Ron was silent for a moment, as if he were considering the words just said.

"You'll know how to find me if you want your friend back." Malfoy said and stepped back into the small, dirty fireplace. "Oh, and you may want to clean this. It's filthy." He said, and was gone before Ron could say anything back. Ron stared at the fireplace for a moment, and frowned.

I'm going to need to disinfect this whole house. Ron thought. Draco Malfoy was actually here, in our house. Ron shuddered. Eeewww! He thought, and wondered why he thought that like Ginny when she saw some kind of bug. Could he be right? He wondered a moment later. But it could be a trap. I tell the Order and they investigate and then, boom. Another D.O.M. incident. It's all a trick. It has to be. Why else would Malfoy actually come here, of all places? He's manipulative, cruel, and a jerk overall. He thought, and pulled himself from his thoughts.

Hermione would be there later that evening and there were chores to complete before they left to go and pick her up.