Well her you are the latest chapter I know its been a while but I hope you like it.

Warning- strong language Disclaimer- the characters aren't mine

Chapter 20

Plans and Talks

PARIS'S POV

This is just fuckin' precious. I can't believe it. Not only is the fate of the indestructible, know-it-all god damn Mary resting in my hands but Potter, Granger, Weasley, Mariano and Kim are all looking at me like I've grown a third head. It's times like this you wish you had a muggle camera contraption. To have these idiot's facial expressions frozen like this would be hilarious.

"What are you lookin' at scarhead?" I sneer as Potter follows my progress across the room.

"Mr Malfoy, Miss Geller, you have agreed to help us, right?" Dumbledore says in his best holier than thou voice.

"As long as you understand that we don't like Gilmore (I heard her mum take a sharp breath) or DuGrey right now and that the only reason we're doing this is to get one over on our parents?" I say sneering.

"Look Paris I'm sure you hate us just as much now as you always have but can you be petty and smug after we've rescued our friend?" Granger asks in her favourite condescending tone- the one she usually reserves for Weasley.

"Enough! Mr Malfoy can you tell us how you can help?" Dumbledore asks.

"Well, DuGrey maybe stupid but he's made sure we all took an oath not to reveal the co-ordinates of his household…"

"Then why the hell are you wasting our time for Malfoy?" Potter spat.

"However," Draco continued as if he'd never been interrupted "I made sure there was a loop-hole just in case I ever needed it." He said smiling. "the oath was that we couldn't vocally reveal the place. It was something like this- 'I swear on all that is pure, that I will tell no-one of the where abouts or purpose for our next meeting'. This means we cant tell you the plan or tell you where the house is but we can lead you to it. Now the only way we can get there is by flying. We can't legally apperate and the floo network to the place will have been shut off so brooms are our last option. We need to move quick, that's all I can reveal about the plan without losing some pretty vital body parts." He said seriously.

"Right." Dumbledore said and began pacing his study. "I can disillusion you all. and there's a charm I know that will make you silent but able to contact with each other, like telepathy. Here take one of these key's each." He say's taking a bag out of his desk drawer. And handing a key to me, Draco, Kim, Granger, Potter, Weasley, Mariano and Krum "When you hold the keys they allow you to communicate without anybody hearing. Try it out?" He says looking directly at me.

I look at the gold key in my palm sceptically. 'Oi Scarhead!' I think looking directly at him. I see his eyebrows dart up and hear him say 'shut it Geller' but don't see his mouth move, so I smile slowly.

Putting the key in my pocket I turn to Dumbledore and say "when we get back can you teach me that?"

Dumbledore opens his mouth but my answer comes from Granger "You help get Rory and Tristan back in one piece and I promise I will be your personal tutor."

"RIGHT, ENOUGH! I'm taking you all on this expedition and id like to get moving so shall we?" Krum say's looking down on us. How'd he get so tall?

HERMIONE'S POV

Great! Just bloody faboulous not only do I have to travel with two of the most pompous stuck up twits ever to walk this earth but I also have to travel with a guy whom I haven't heard from in months even though last summer he said… Well who cares what he said. It's not like it matters any more he's obviously over that bout of insanity. Oh and if all that isn't enough we have to fly. On Brooms. Hundreds of feet in the air. Lots of space between my feet and the floor. Lots of space for accidents to occur. And of course no-one knows this but I never passed my flying lessons. I know! Hermione Granger- most talented witch of her age can't fly a broom stick. Everyone will die from laughter when they find out.

"Hey 'Mione. Can I talk with you?" Victor says in my ear, making me jump. I'd been so wrapped up with my embarrassing problem I hadn't notice him fall to the back of the group as the rest marched on ahead to the astronomy tower where they'd all summon their brooms. There's another problem---I don't have a broom.

"Sure" my voice suddenly sounds like somebody else's and I have no idea why.

"Look, I know that you're very clever so you probably already figured out why I haven't contacted you for a while."

"Yeah I did. You don't want to be with me any more. Major shock. Not." I say sarcastically. I realise with a shock that there's a bitterness in my voice that had never been there before.

"You're kidding right? Why would I not want to be with you?" He asks.

"Well which reason seems the most realistic. You're intimidated by my intelligence. No, that's not you. I'm more interested in books than my reflection. No, that can't be it either. So I dunno why don't you enlighten me." I really don't know why I cant just stay quiet what is wrong with me.

"Mione, please don't be mad at me."

"Mad at what? The fact that you broke up with me? But that's it Victor you didn't actually break up with me did you? No you just stopped writing like you were hoping I'd just forget you. Like you'd obviously forgotten and gotten over me pretty quickly"

Suddenly out of nowhere he pulls me close and kisses me with so much force my knee's almost gave way. As he pulled away my mind reeled in shock and concealed joy.

"How's that for getting over you?"

I say nothing but stand there mutely. Why does my intelligence fail me at the times when I most appreciate it?

"I can't believe you think that I'd ever forget you. I told everyone in the office I've been working closely with death eater families. It'd would've been very suspicious if owls kept appearing all the time. And if one of your letters had been intercepted I could've been killed. I thought you would've put two and two together back in Dumbledore's office."

From somewhere I found my voice. "Well for the first time in my life I came up with five not four." I grin sheepishly.

"So we're still good?" He asks.

"Yes, we're still good." I tell him. "Oh, Victor" I say grabbing his arm. "I have a confession."

"Oh Yeah, what?" he says smiling.

"I can't fly." I say in as quiet a voice as possible.

"That's all?" he asks "I was hoping it was something juicy. You can ride with me he says taking my hand in his."

I'm sorry its not long next chapter will be better. I might even edit this one. But its here. Tell me what u think?