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A/N: Thanks to all those who had reviewed. An special thanks to h2okeeper who reminded me of Ginny's eyes color. I'll change the mistakes I've made in this fic as soon as possible!

Confrontation, unwanted news and a plan

He could feel the tension in the room and Ron hadn't already returned from his quidditch training! He didn't know why he let Hermione to convince him that Ron was a vital part of his attempt to win Ginny...it was just a dare, right? Maybe not, he actually liked Ginny a lot...but that was beside the point. It wasn't like he was asking for her hand in marriage.

He shouldn't be nervous, he told himself endless times that evening. Ron was his best friend; he wouldn't kill him or punch him. He was easy going, always having a light attitude to the aspect of their lives.

But he wasn't so sure now. Things were not certain when it involved his sister.

He could hear the clock ticking. The steady beating of his heart. The soft crackling of the firewood. Aside from those, it was a dreaded, utter silence in the flat.

It was unnerving.

'POP!'

His heart raced. Ronald Weasley, one of the more protective brothers of his current 'conquest', was back. His face was dark with anger and his eyes were blazing with fury.

Not a good sign. Not at all.

His stomach churned painfully as he shifted uncomfortably in his spot on the sofa.

"Don't say a word.' Ron warned, without turning his head to face his friend as he shed his gears from quidditch. "Don't talk to me."

Harry sat still, and watched his best friend rushed to his room and then out to the bathroom.

This was not good. It was downright bad. Maybe he should just...not tell Ron about this whole dare...He really valued his life.

But Hermione's words rang in his head.

"He will be of great help! You'll have to tell him sometime or later. Better make it sooner so if he gets mad, he'll have one less thing to be mad for."

Maybe he should tell Ron after all.

xxXxx

Confrontation with Ron took place when Ron finished his shower and was complaining about training that day while eating. It was easier than Harry anticipated. He was not mad about the dare between his 'baby' sister and his best friend. He was, in fact, quite pleased. With the adrenaline cruising through Harry's body, he vaguely remembered Ron commenting about that it was about time that the both of them got together.

All he could do afterwards was to sigh in relief.

xxXxx

It was a Guys' night out. They were in a bar closed to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. Normally, it would've been a Saturday, when Hermione had her Girls' night with Pansy and Ginny. But tonight, a Wednesday, the guys were out, because Hermione needed planning.

"It's only one night, mate." Blaise said, rolling his eyes.

"What kind of planning does she need?" grumbled Draco, who got kicked out of Hermione's apartment.

"Well...Harry's situation here definitely needs planning." Said Ron, taking a gulp of Butterbeer. "Malfoy, you have no idea how bad Gin can get."

"Ah...so it's the 'know thy enemy' type of thing, right?" asked Blaise.

"Yup. Just that in this case, know the things you don't already know."

"But what's there to know? Hermione's best friends with that girl! They even live together!" complained Draco.

"Now, you never know, Malfoy." Said Ron, "She's not Fred and George's favorite sibling for nothing. She's got tricks up her sleeves."

Harry paled noticeably from Ron's comment about being the twins' favorite sibling.

"She's that scary?" exclaimed Blaise.

"Of course she's scary!" Ron yelped, thinking of all his unfortunate encounters with his sister. "She's scarier than Mom!"

"Huh?" the three men choke on their drinks. They had all seen or suffer the wrath of the infamous Molly Weasley at one point of their life.

"Ginny knows all the dirty lil' secrets. Mom shouts, sends Howlers, who cares about those...but Ginny blackmails. It's a surprise that she wasn't sorted into Slytherin."

"Oh dear, Potter. What have you gotten yourself into?" Draco shook with silent laughter.

"I don't know." Harry sighed, who had been awfully quiet that night, as his head dropped into his hands.

"Good Luck, mate. You'd need it." Blaise patted him on the back.

"Definitely." Draco agreed.

xxXxx

Hermione sat comfortably on her bed. Ginny was out tonight. In fact, she wouldn't be back until the weekend for their Girl's night because she would be on a field trip.

Hermione had a piece of parchment in front of her. On which, different aspect of Ginny's personality, habits and preferences were scrawled messily across it.

"Hmmm..." Hermione wondered aloud. "What's missing?"

She stared at the parchment intensely, but she could not think of a single thing. She wrote down everything she knew about Ginny Weasley. Earlier this evening, she had sent Draco to have their Guys night, which meant that Blaise would be with him...and in other words, Pansy was probably free.

She hopped off her bed and went to the sitting room. She lit the fire in the mantle and flooed for Pansy.

"Hello? Pansy?" called Hermione. Unlike her, Pansy lived in her huge family home with her parents, so it may take some time for the Pakinsons to answer a floo or actually realize that someone was calling.

"Oh hello, Hermione!" smiled Pansy as she entered the room with her mother behind. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes there is actually. Ginny is not here tonight, and I need some help with certain things, would it be possible for you to spend your evening here?"

"Of course. Will you let me inform my parents of my departure? I will see you in a short while."

Hermione nodded and broke the connection. She prepared some small snacks when Pansy arrived with a 'Pop'.

"Hey Pans!" Hermione shouted from the kitchen.

"Hi, Hermione! That was awful. I thought I would die if I had to continue with my mother listening in on our conversation! She is such a hippogriff for etiquettes!"

"Pans, it's about time that you move out." Hermione laughed.

"Well, what can I say, I like my home. But it's rather suffocating when I have to speck in the 'high society' English. By the way, where's Draco?"

"Kicked him out earlier this evening." Hermione said with smirk before breaking out into a laugh.

They shared a good laugh at Draco's expression when kicked out, and sat down on the chairs around the table in the dinning area.

"So, what's this that you need my help with?" asked Pansy, settling herself comfortably on the chair.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Hermione sat there smiling as she offered her friend some snacks.

Pansy graciously accepted the food and raised an eyebrow at Hermione. She commented, "This has to be good, since you're being so giddy and mysterious about it."

"A certain best friend of mine has a lil' problem with our Ginny here..." Said Hermione, her voice dripping with sarcasm, hinting that the problem was anything but small.

"Ah...and what might this problem be that requires our help?" Pansy's eyes were shining with enthusiasm despite her nonchalant words. Anything concerning Ginny love life was an interest to her and Hermione. Both of them believe that Ginny had been single for far too long.

"Harry stuffed his foot in his mouth again..." the brunette witch began.

"Not surprising at all." Pansy rolled her eyes.

"Let me finish, will you?" said Hermione good-naturedly and she continued to fill Pansy in on the story.

xxXxx

Pansy was studying the list Hermione had written with a critical eye.

"So, think of anything missing?" Hermione asked.

"Well..." Pansy said slowly, "you've got all what I can think of already."

Hermione sighed dejectedly. But Pansy smiled playfully.

"Alas, my friend." Pansy stood up with a dramatic sigh. "Allow me to indulge upon you the ways of Slytherin Observation."

With that she led Hermione away from the table and towards hallway.


A/N: Well, what do you think? Please review and give me some comments! I'll be eternally gratefully! (oh, btw, I hope I didn't make any big mistakes. Tell me if I did.)