Draco Malfoy had thought that the rumors would die down soon. Or, well, that they'd get so out of control that soon everyone would stop taking them seriously. Until then, Draco Malfoy thought, he'd do the Proper Slytherin thing and lie low.

With such thoughts, Draco had headed out to the Black Lake, Vince and Greg at his heels. He climbed onto a large boulder and started trying to skip stones. He never was much good at it, and only managed about four skips, even on the best of days. And today was not the best of days...

Draco blinked, as music (Dvorak) blared from all directions around him. What in the-? Draco thought, nearly whirling around, before he noticed that the Black Lake was considerably farther away than it was ten seconds ago. Draco's eyes looked downward, and he saw himself on a wooden drum, that began to spin, saving himself the trouble of looking behind him.

What he saw almost made his heart stop -

Fred and George Weasley, both sporting wide grins and fine raiment (truthfully, the latter was much more surprising) - and then they bowed. To Draco Malfoy.

Once Draco blinked his stupefied expression away, his eyes caught his friends, looking unsure of themselves - their wands out, but no spells on the tip of their tongue. Probably couldn't decide whether this counted as an attack or not.

"O, Master of Deception, Sleight - of - hand, and Spycraft of all sorts." The Weasleys started.

Draco decided to play along - really, why not? it wasn't like it was costing any Malfoy dignity. - "Yes, villains?" He said with an indulgent smile (a rare expression on his face to be sure).

"We crave a boon!" One of the Weasleys said, and Draco found himself wondering what the capstone to this scene was going to be. There would be repercussions if they set off fireworks right under him, no matter if they hurt him or not. Somehow, the two twins had managed to get a dog to go along with their prank, and it howled behind them. Was that a Grimm? Draco thought.

"Speak, and I shall decide." Draco drawled, trying to sound regal. He wasn't quite sure if it worked, honestly.

"Your talent for sneaking into places unseen is unparalleled!" The Weasleys said.

Wait, what? Draco Malfoy said stately, "Fools that you are, you appear to have mistaken me for a mirror. Your skill at sneaking is legendary."

The Weasleys dropped the act, "We had wondered -"

"If you'd ever admit you werent"

"The best at anything."

Draco found himself looking from one to the other, wondering where they were possibly going with this. Because they were two rapscallions, and believing the common rumor mill would be so droll.

"We have a bit of a security situation." The first twin said.

"Not that we're normally all that insecure." The second said with a lascivious grin, miming a dogwhistle at someone who didn't even exist.

"But our bints are becoming bitchy."

"Witchy"

"No, they were already witchy."

"Angie promised him a kiss if we figured out what had happened."

"Kate promised him more if we caught the bloke that did it." Oh, now that sounds just like the Weasleys - see how quickly they could start planning a brood just as big as their parents.

"You've got intel,"

"we can tell."

"Share." The Weasleys finally said together.

Draco lifted his chin, tilting his head to one side, "What's in it for me?"

The Weasleys looked at each other, in a bit of consternation. Surely, at some point in time, someone asked for something out of them.

"One free shot at the snitch." the left weasel said, the dog behind him wagging his tail.

"Not much of a chip, that," Draco said with a smirk, "With Potter gone, I'll be better than your Seeker."

"Then that's our chip." the right weasel said. "Gin'll be our next Seeker, sure as Sunday. And she's nearly as good as Potter."

Draco frowned at the news, though he realized he shouldn't have been all that surprised.

"Now Spill." The weasels said.

Draco sighed, looked put upon, and then finally said, "I've looked, you understand? I've tried to pick out anyone in the Gryffindor dorm, even the portraits. Nothing, no reason, there is absolutely nothing that would point Cousin Black towards the Gryffindor tower." Draco frowned, for a moment, "He was one of you, though. You're the sneakers - maybe he was looking for something? Maybe a hidden wand?" Draco shook his head, "It's either something small and personal, or it's something so big that I'm not even thinking of it." Draco shook his head saying fervently, "I just want him gone, back to Azkaban where he belongs."

With a puff of smoke, the Weasleys (and the dog) were gone, leaving Draco to jump off the many-colored drum, and look down at Vince and Greg, shaking his head at them.

[a/n: Leave a review! Because this isn't the twins story, we aren't going to hear anything about this again unless it's relevant to Draco.

And yes, sirius came by. Looking a little better from the rats in the forest.]