This is dedicated to all our readers and reviewers, but especially our BETA RaynePhoenix2, and readers FrancineHibiscus, Amyeco, Virgie, sab81790, and Buttons1721. Reviewers names were randomly chosen based on review content. If you would like to be included in one of our future ditties, let us know! You are all amazing and we hope you enjoy this! xxx Lissa & Snow

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE
Fits in after Chapter 19 of A World Not Fit to Live In

"Uh, guys? It's not too late for us to back out. We haven't even entered the Manor yet," Amyeco whispered to her three cohorts in soon-to-be crime. "Besides, Lissa and Snow aren't going to be very happy if we up and kill one of their leading characters."

"Oh shush," replied Virgie Cires. "I flat out asked in my review if I could kill Draco and they didn't say I couldn't. That's as good as a blessing as far as I'm concerned."

"Will you two stop with the chatter! They are going to hear us!" Sab81790 whispered vehemently and sternly. She adjusted her night vision goggles as she peeked around nervously and mumbled to herself. "Are peacocks aggressive?"

"What was that?" Buttons1721 asked as she double checked her safety belt's ropes and carabiner clips.

Sab was crouched low as she scanned the perimeter with a 360-degree spin so graceful it would earn a 10.0 by any Olympic judge. "Just curious about the territorial tendencies of peacocks. That's all we need is to get busted due to some creepy fowl's war cry."

All four women nervously glanced around as they slowly began to consider any magical obstacles that could impede their quest. Amyeco glanced about the ground, her goggles making a buzzing sound as she adjusted the zoom. "What does Devils Snare look like?"

Buttons chewed her lip. "Do any of you know how to play chess? What if…"

"It's too late to worry about that," responded Virgie. "We're at the door. Let's just try it before we fool with scaling up the side of the structure and trying to go down the floo."

"Works for me," whispered Sab.

Amyeco tentatively reached forward and tried the door handle. All four women's breaths hitched when they heard the soft click. They scurried in quickly, their matching Sketcher's Gowalk light shoes not making a sound. (Kohls had had a sale and all four had Kohls cash* to burn.)

The room was large with marble flooring and very little furnishings. Buttons made the hand signal to head for the grand staircase straight ahead. She was unable to stop the Mission Impossible theme music from coming to mind.

"Stop humming," Virgie scolded Buttons. She shook her head and sighed. "Now I've got that music playing in my head."

"Sorry," Buttons responded barely above a whisper.

Just before they reached the stairs, Sab opened a door on the right. Her excitement practically overflowed when she saw what was inside. She pulled out the glossy smooth broom and found her hands trembled as she lifted it up to read the label. Firebolt 2.0 was etched in bold lettering on the side of it. At the tail end there was elaborate and scrolly cursive that read Property of Draco Malfoy.

Amyeco swallowed as the gravity of their mission began to sink in. "Poor Draco. Something must be very wrong with him. Maybe he just needs to go out and fly on his Firebolt, you know? Fresh air and time to stop and think?"

The other three women looked at her incredulously.

"Are you mental?" Virgie asked. "No. A little fly around the pitch on his broom will not cure his ails. We need to put him out of his misery and in doing so, relieve Hermione of hers."

"You're right, you're right," Amyeco conceded with a heavy sigh. "It's just, I normally love Draco."

Sab reached out and touched Amyeco's arm reassuringly. "I know, love. We all do. But in this story, he needs to die. When you get home tonight you can read 'Isolation' and it will all be better."

There was a collective sigh as they all looked up the massive stairs and began to climb. When they reached the top, they looked at each other, unsure which way to go. Four hallways that ventured four different directions gave them significant pause.

"We need a map," Buttons grumbled.

There was a large and ornate door to the right. "Well, what's in here?" Virgie asked as she turned the knob. The creak of the door was loud and caused all four women cringe. They each peered down a hallway, adjusting their goggles into focus.

"Nothing coming this way," Sab whispered with obvious relief. The other three whispered their findings as well.

"Clear this way as well."

"We are good."

"I don't think they heard us."

Their attention moved back to the door at hand as they scurried inside.

Suddenly, lights came on causing their night vision goggles to blind them. The panicked ladies slid off the devices and their eyes slowly came into focus as they adapted to the room.

All four possessed rapidly beating hearts as Lucius, Draco, and Hermione stood before them with looks of irritation.

"Really?" Lucius asked.

Hermione scratched her head as she turned to Draco. "What is this…the third time this has happened this month?"

Draco yawned. "They can't help it. They're attracted to me. I'm like the flame to their moth, the soil to their mandrake, the…"

"The itch to their hemorrhoid?" Lucius added.

Hermione laughed as Draco rolled his eyes.

"You're just jealous because I have the biggest fan base in Harry Potter Fanfiction," Draco claimed as he collapsed onto the wingback chair and pointed his wand at the hearth, causing flames to roar to life.

"Not in this story, you don't," Lucius replied as he headed to the sideboard. "Who wants a drink?" he asked as he looked from Draco to Hermione to the stunned faces of their four intruders.

Virgie tentatively offered a small wave. "Well, I am a bit parched, actually."

Her three counterparts looked at her in shock.

"What?" she responded. "I am."

Lucius took in stride. "I can offer sparkling water or Firewhisky. What's your pleasure?"

"Ooo, Firewhisky, please," Virgie responded. She looked at her friends. "I've always been curious what it tastes like, you know?"

"Anyone else?" Lucius offered with a cocked brow.

"Well, since you're offering," Sab responded.

"I'll try it," Buttons added.

Amyeco shifted her feet nervously. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try."

Hermione let out a sigh. "I have a feeling we are in for a long night."

Draco shook his head. "Yeah, do me a favor. Try to keep them off me when they get drunk and start wanting to cuddle like Francine did last week." Draco had a faraway look as he was clearly remembering the aforementioned encounter. "That started out all nice and sweet and suddenly took a turn for the worse when she told me I was a bad boy and needed a spanking." He shuddered as he shifted in his seat. "She was not gentle, let me tell you!"

Hermione looked back at the four women as Lucius levitated them their drinks. "So ladies, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

The four looked at each other guiltily. It was Sab who squared her shoulders and told them the truth. "We have come to avenge Hermione and put Draco out of his misery."

Buttons nodded as she added, "He's a rabid dog and needs to be put down." Her statement had started out strong but ended on a whimper as she chanced a guilty glance at Draco.

Draco's eyes grew large. "WHAT? You came here to kill me?"

Lucius chuckled. "Guess you aren't so desirable after all."

Draco's puppy dog eyes were glistening as he met the gaze of each of his would-be attackers.

Virgie was the first to crack. "Don't be upset, Draco. We love you! We do! I'm sure we wouldn't have gone through with it!"

Amyeco rushed to Draco's side and fell to her knees before taking Draco's hand. "I wasn't really in agreement with them. I told them you probably just needed to spend some time on your Firebolt. You know, get some fresh air."

Draco looked at her but clearly wasn't hearing her. His shaking voice was barely above a whisper. "You all snuck in here to hurt me?"

Buttons and Sab looked at each other and shrugged. "We probably wouldn't have actually hurt you." Sab added just above a whisper.

"Maybe we would have just roughed you up a little bit?" Buttons said, although it was more of a question.

Suddenly Draco's face went from heartbreak to incredulity. "Snow! Lissa!" He yelled. "Get your arses in here! I know you're watching this!"

Lissa and Snow instantly appeared alongside their red-headed beta, Raynephoenix2.

Lissa had just opened her mouth to speak when the man in black himself came striding into the room. Severus cut a glance about the faces and looked at Lucius. "What did I miss?"

Lucius responded succinctly. "Four readers of A World Not Fit to Live In snuck into the Manor to kill Draco in his sleep…Oh, and they are just trying firewhisky for the first time." He looked back at Hermione. "Does that about sum it up?'

Hermione nodded. "Yep, I think that about covers it."

Snape rubbed his hands together. "Brilliant." He glanced to his left noticing the beautiful red-head to Snow's right. He extended his hand. "You must be RaynePhoenix. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you," he crooned in a lazy and hypnotic voice.

Rayne swallowed heavily and responded in an almost choked voice. "Uhh, yes sir. Pleasure."

His eyes lit up like a struck match at her formal address. "Tell me, Rayne, are you a natural red-head?"

"Severus! Stop hitting on our BETA! We've told you before she is married! Really! Have you no shame?!" Lissa snapped jealously.

Snape looked at Lissa and in a false apologetic tone replied, "It must have slipped my mind." He knew what a massive crush Lissa had on him and always did his best to throw her off, enjoying her jealousy far too much.

"Can we please discuss what's important here?" Draco barked.

Snow took a breath. "Yes, Draco. Tell us what is bothering you."

"What's bothering me?" He let out a huff of indignation. "What's bothering me is that you are turning my fan base against me with this story!"

Rayne shook her head. "No, Draco. Your fans would never turn against you permanently! They love you!"

Draco sniffed and squared his shoulders, re-establishing his persona of control. "Well, I had thought the same thing! But they came here to kill me!"

Snow smiled and responded as though she were talking to a small child. "Draco, you know they can't actually kill you! This is a fabricated world you live in."

Draco crossed his arms and huffed out under his breath, "It's a world not fit, that's what it is! I don't think I want to be in this story anymore."

Hermione laughed. "You're overreacting, Draco. You know you are essential to the plot of this twisted fic. You can't just leave. Snow and Lissa would never forgive you. Besides, if you leave, they might not let you play a part in the rest of the Master Mine series."

Draco sagged and let out a sigh. "Fine!" he begrudgingly whispered. "I just hate being such an evil bastard."

Lissa smiled warmly a him. "We know, Draco, but you are very important to the story and Snow and I adore you!" Lissa looked at the four readers. "You still love Draco, don't you?"

The four women nodded and offered Draco reassuring smiles. "We just lost our heads for minute, Draco. It's a testament to how well you play your part."

Sab nodded. "Yes, we realize now that you are merely playing the part that is written for you."

Neither Snow nor Lissa missed the reprimanding glare that Buttons threw their way.

"Maybe we need to put them out of their misery?" Amyeco stated in a loud whisper.

"And if you do that…who will finish this story?" Snape drawled as Lissa squeaked and stepped behind him for protection.

Snow's chin raised defiantly. "What have we all told you – there is a TWIST to Draco's character. You'll just have to be patient!"

"And what if we don't want to be patient?" Buttons pouted. "We want to know now!"

"Well miss – 'I want an Oompa-loompa, I want an Oompa-loompa now!'" Lissa snapped in perfect imitation of Veruca Salt. "You're just going to have to suck it up and wait!"

The room froze, everyone looking at the blonde with surprised eyes before Snow snorted with laughter.

"I don't think I've ever seen her snap at anyone," Draco muttered, shaking his head as he watched Snow double over with laughter at Lissa's outburst. "She the perpetual nice girl – look what you've done, ladies!"

"Oh no!" Snow wheezed between giggles. "This is Lissa's true colors coming out."

"Well, are you kidding me! Okay – I get it, it's a freaking dark story! It's just a story! Draco is still the same Draco we love in real life."

"Real life?" Snape raised a sardonic voice.

"Snow – make him stop being an utter arse!" Lissa's voice was taking on a whiney quality that had Lucius and Draco trying not to laugh as Hermione looked on in shock.

"Lissa…" Snow was trying to be firm, but her incessant giggles were killing the mood. Rayne was leaning against the nearest davenport trying not to guffaw too inelegantly.

Snape's eyebrows had rose so high they had all but disappeared into his hairline and, as Hermione covered her mouth to stifle the giggles that were starting to erupt from her lips, his lips twitched into an amused smirk.

Off to one side of the group, Amyeco, Virgie, Sab, and Buttons were drawing in closer to each other, as if to protect each other from the growing sense of hysteria coming from the writers, BETA, and their cast.

"Okay!" Virgie exclaimed after a few moments. "Okay. We can be patient! Right Buttons?"

Buttons nodded frantically, her eyes so wide Amyeco was worried they were going to pop out of her head.

Sab reached over and took Buttons by the elbows. "Say you're sorry!" she implored desperately.

"I'm sorry!" Buttons immediately yipped as Virgie also urgently exclaimed her apologies.

"I won't hurt Draco, I swear!" she promised.

"None of us will," Sab agreed.

Immediately, cast and writers stopped their manic hysteria and smiled sweetly at their followers. "Good!" they answered as a collective.

The four readers stared in open mouth shock before Buttons stated accusingly, "You planned that?"

"Did you know we were coming?" Virgie demanded.

Snow crossed her arms over her chest as Lissa moved from behind Snape to loop her arm around her best friend's shoulders and Rayne moved in to Lissa's other side in an obvious show of solidarity. "Of course we knew you were coming," Snow stated while rolling her eyes. "Who do you think WROTE THIS?"

*Kohls is an American department store that offers discounts in the form of instore cash known as Kohl's Cash.