There wasn't a trace of magic on the package. He had made sure of it. He didn't want it being destroyed for any reason. It had to reach her. All his hope rested in that one package.

He used a polyjuice potion to walk around Diagon Alley like a day shopper. He casually entered Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. He carefully left the package on the counter without being seen. He broused. He left. He watched from outside.

He saw George, or maybe it was Fred, he didn't care which one it was but one of them picked it up. He read the message written on it and called for his brother. The other one read the message as well. They exchanged a glance and a few words. The first one took the package into the back room. He could only hope that there was either a fireplace in there for floo or that he had aparated.

He had done all he could. The rest depended heavily on chance. He left.

Fred aparated into the kitchen at number 12 Grimmauld Place with a small brown package in his hands. He saw Lupin sitting at the table and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey," he said, "someone left this on the counter at our store. We don't know what we should do with it because we don't know who it's from." He handed the package to the werewolf.

Lupin read the message on top and frowned. He preformed a few spells over it and nothing happened. "There isn't any magic involved, whatever it is. I would say give it to her."

Fred still wasn't to sure, but he didn't have time to argue.

"Give what to who?" Ginny entered the kitchen in time to hear the last statement. "I heard someone aparate in." She turned to her brother. "Hello, Fred."

"Hey, sis," he said a little weakly.

"Here." Lupin handed her the package.

She looked at it curiously. Please deliver to Ginevra Weasley. This belongs to her, was written on the top. She frowned thoughtfully. The hand writing looked familiar. She hadn't seen it before, she knew that, but it reminded her of someone. Why? How could handwriting remind you of someone if you've never seen it before? Carefully unwrapping it, she immediately sat down. Well, that explained it. The elegance in the script, the graceful lines, it reminded her of his voice and movements.

"What is it?" Fred demanded at once. He didn't like the way the colour had drained from her face.

She held it up for him to see. It was her copy of Pride and Prejudice. Fred and Lupin exchanged confused looks. Ginny opened the cover. She didn't know why she did, but she was glad she had. There, written on the blank page, was a short letter.

Ginny,

This belongs to you. I'm sorry I kept it so long, but I needed it. I hope you understand. I sincerely hope you receive this. Much more is riding on your reception than my reputation as a borrower. I managed to place myself in a unique position. Given a proper signal, I can help a great deal with your end game. I can only do so once, so make sure you are ready for assistance before calling upon it. I make no suggestions for a signal as this may be intercepted, but I am sure I will recognize anything you come up with.

Please, I know you have very little to no reason for trusting me. I pray that you can recall the day on the grounds. I held your face in my hand and looked you in the eye. Please, my hope rests in your ability to recall and understand what you saw there.

If you cannot find reason to trust me there it is admittedly my own fault. I attempted to hide my feelings and motivations from you. I was afraid that if you knew my convictions and intentions it would only make life that much more difficult for you. I could see how much you were concerned for me already and I had no desire to bring even more pain and worry into your already dark life.

Draco.

My hope rests in you.

ps, you have some catching up to do.

The letter brought tears to her eyes. She had been right. She had seen honesty, integrity, nobility, and honour in his eyes. He had been protecting her. She wondered what assistance he could give. She wondered how dangerous this 'unique position' he had gotten himself into really was. She was already thinking of a thousand different signals she could give him. None of them seemed right. She would have to think of that later.

She may have little reason to trust him, but she did, completely. The question was how to convince the others to do so. She could tell them it was an anonymous tip. Hermione would know, though, since it came in this book. Besides, they would want to read the note and he had signed it, the moron.

She could almost feel his hand on her face again. She had to close her eyes under the weight of the memory. His eyes were so clear, though, that it almost felt like she was looking into the real thing.

The post script confused her. She flipped to the back of the book and almost laughed when she realized that, from his tallies, he had read the book twice as many times as she had.

"Gin?" Fred called her back to her surroundings, "what does it mean?"

"It means," She turned to her brother, "that we have an advantage that has not yet been recognized." She looked over at Lupin. "It has a message in it, something I'll need to discuss with everyone. Can you call a meeting?"

Lupin studied her eyes for a moment before nodding. "I think that would be a good idea."

Miles away, Draco sat alone, wondering whether or not it had gotten through. He sighed and shook his head before standing and finding something to do. There was nothing more he could do. He would just have to wait and watch. He would recognize the signal if she gave one, he was sure of that. He just didn't like not knowing whether she would.