Disclaimer: Nothing recognisable is mine. Sorry. Tis all J.K. Rowling's.

THIS IS THE PART OF THE STORY KNOWN AS THE CLIMAX…

Ginny was sitting on my sofa when I Apparated home, shocking the stuffing out of me. Not that my Apparating home shocked the stuffing out of me; it was her being there where I didn't expect her.

She wordlessly thrust out a vial containing what appeared to be a wisp of smoke; I knew it was the memory I'd given her.

I set it down on the coffee table. "Gin, couldn't you have delivered this to me in a less startling way?"

"What is that?" she asked pointing to my plate.

"Oh, Snape sent this to me today. It was cheesecake."

She shook her head. "Now, Hermione, I know I promised not to say anything else on the subject. But you have to listen! I really do believe Snape fancies you!"

I couldn't (wouldn't) keep a groan from escaping my throat. "Oh, Ginny, do we have to do this now? I'm a bit sleepy."

She shook her head defiantly. "I have proof, solid proof this time."

"Enlighten me."

She began pacing like a person about to give their first demonstration. "Well, for one, he repeatedly used the tools I gave him to get you: the book and the cheesecake."

"Those are only to give me a hard time—" I started but her lips pursed in essence of her mum, signaling I was doing something wrong and if I continued to do so, retribution would soon follow.

"Also, he flirted with you throughout the night and was sick with worry when he realized you were hurt. Then he gave you clothes and his bed—"

"He was being nice, Ginny."

There was a sudden light in her eyes. "Yes, but why?"

What does she mean 'why'? "He was just being kind."

"But Snape is never 'just kind'. You know that, Hermione! Why else would he be so nice if he didn't want you?"

I really couldn't answer that and was getting a bit bothered under all this rubbish. "Gin, you promised you would drop this, so could you do so now? Please?"

She sighed in overpowerment. "Alright, you win. No more from me. Until he snogs you that is. Can I just…" she pointed to my memory.

I shrugged. "Why not?"

"Well, sorry to have bothered you. I'll just go now…"

Oh, dear. "Gin, I'm not angry at you, just tired."

She nodded and left anyway. I swear her red hair was a bit dull as if the disappointment had sucked out some of the colour.

Peachy.

She wasn't done though because she walked over to my cubicle about thirty minutes after I'd arrived to work. I looked up in shock.

"Ginny? What are you doing here?"

She shifted her weight from her left foot to her right. "Listen, can I speak with you privately? There's something I figured out from that memory that is of vital importance."

"Gin, I thought you'd promised…again! I cannot believe you bothered me at work—"

She shook her head stubbornly, sending her bun to fall out slightly. In a whisper practically inaudible, she told me. "It's about this Lola person."

Just then, a tawny barn owl swooped in through one of the high windows and fluttered down onto my desk, a golden bit of down slowly floating to the floor. It (the owl, not the down) gave a soft hoot and extended its bony leg out to me, attached to which was a letter addressed to Lucy Puckle from one Mandy Leavenworth from Ohio, America. I nearly ripped the bird's leg off in an effort to snatch to letter off. To compensate, I fed it the rest of my breakfast bar.

As I ripped the envelope open, Ginny went on. "I looked at the memory once more and Snape and that Stephen were talking."

There were about twelve dozen names on the list but I knew immediately whom the real Calus was. One name jumped out at me and it was quite plainly The One.

This was it. Right there in my hands was the identity that no one had been able to figure out. I was the only one that knew the secret.

And now I had to get "Calus" and reveal it to him.

Ginny was completely oblivious to the bit of monumental information I'd just received. "Hermione, she isn't who you think she is—"

"Never mind." I cut her off and stood up. "That can wait, but now, you need to follow me."

I took off without awaiting a reply. I only glanced back once to see if she was behind me. She was…just a bit far. "Hurry up."

After about two billion turns and four sets of stairs, I was in front of his office.

Ginny came panting up. "Hermione, what in Dumbledore's knickers is this about?"

She stopped and put her hands on her knees to catch her breath. "You act as if there was a fire under your seat."

I was so euphoric my lips couldn't seem to cease from smiling with victory. "This…" I gestured showman-like to the door, "is Calus' office. Right now, he sits on the other side of this door."

Now she was smiling too. "You mean…I'm going to meet him?"

"Right now."

"Right now...!" she breathed. After three deep inhales and exhales, she clenched her eyes shut. Opening them, she assured me, "All ready."

Then I turned the doorknob and opened the door.

DUM DUM DUM...

Have you been following the clues? Do you know who Calus is? Next chappie: Who is he and what has Ginny been trying to tell us?

Oh, and many thanks to my shockingly intelligent betas. I will forever be in your debt.