A/N: I know, I was so mean last time. Don't worry my little junkies, this should have a bit more to read. So you know the drill. Oh and I finally made a profile with a picture. Sometimes I'll make an effort to keep up with the times. Lol.

Disclaimer: The only thing I presently own that's worth mentioning is tickets to a Rascal Flatts concert tomorrow! Go me. Ohh and a T-shirt from the Trace Adkins concert that my parents went to. It says "can't blame me for what my momma gave me." Trust me, its fitting. I have a world class ass. That's what I'm told anyways. Gotta love people. Back to Business.

Saturday September 6, 1997

After his night with Pansy and Blaise, Ron was pretty exhausted. He was unaware that people could bend that way. He was more than unsure of what he was going to do. After those two, there was no way he could be with Lavender. He really only was with her to make Hermione jealous. But Lavender was just so bloody clingy, that he couldn't get rid of her. And that wasn't for lack of trying, because try he did.

And now there was Malfoy, who was clearly up to something. Maybe if he got Lavender to walk in on him and Pansy, then she would leave him. But that brought up several problems, Lavender would tell everyone that he was with Slytherins, and his friends and family would disown him, and Blaise would kill him if he ever knew that he had a one on one with Pansy. Though it would solve his blackmail problem with Malfoy, truth be told he'd rather have Malfoy blackmailing him than Lavender. Malfoy was straight forward, but he wasn't going to lie about it. As long as Malfoy had Ginny he wouldn't say anything. Besides which he wouldn't do anything to hurt Blaise or Pansy, Ron knew that much and those two couldn't possibly want people to know that they had shacked up with a Weasley, could they? He had to find Hermione, he wanted this kept a secret until he could figure out what to do with Lavender, and that meant he still needed to help Malfoy. The quicker he did that, the more he felt safe that the secret would be kept quiet.

It was 8:00 and he had Quidditch practice at 9:30, that gave him an hour and a half to eat breakfast, talk to Hermione, and send something to Malfoy and then get dressed for practice. He quickly got dressed to find Ginny sitting on the couch. She was in her clothes that she was wearing last night when he saw her there. It looked as if she hadn't moved.

"Err, Gin?" he said tentatively.

She snapped up as his voice, "Yes Ron?"

"Err, are you alright?" still cautiously.

Ginny furrowed her brow, "Yes, why?"

"Well, you're in the exact same spot that you were in when I came in this morning."

"What? What time is it?"

"It's a little after 8 in the morning."

"Bloody hell! We have practice, and I still have to get to the paper at 8:30!"

"Right, Gin?"

"Yeah Ron?"

"Who sent you that letter about Malfoy?"

She laughed. "Nice try Ron, I know Malfoys blackmailing you," she watched him pale. "Don't worry, he didn't tell me," she said with a smirk, "I just went to the Room of Requirement and saw him there, he said I couldn't go in there, and I put two and two together. Blaise was missing too, and trust me, I know all about your little summer err, encounter so to speak." Ron's eyes bulged and he became even more pale. "Don't worry, you're secret's safe with me, besides, I know how good Blaise is."

With that she ran up the stairs just as Ron processed what she said. He began to sputter and look from where Ginny was standing to where she went as he began to regain the color to his face. As he continued his sputtering, Hermione walked in.

"Ronald, what are you doing? Have you seen Ginny?" she asked.

"She- Bl- good- summer- Mal- Ohh bloody hell." Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Ohh forget it, she ran upstairs, say Mione?"

"Yes Ronald?"

"Do you know who wrote Ginny about Malfoy?"

She looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I just wanted to thank them, you know, Ginny certainly won't listen to me, I wanted them to know I appreciate their efforts in trying to make sure my sister doesn't hang around with filth like him."

Hermione brightened up, "Oh in that case, I sent a letter to Malfoy's Head Healer explaining the situation and figured that if someone of her stature wrote to Ginny, that Ginny would be more eager to listen to us. I knew that she would never listen to you Harry or I, and would do the opposite."

"Ohh, right, thanks Mione, well I have to go get breakfast before practice, I'll see you later." With that he walked away before she could respond.

He ran to the Entrance Hall and stopped at the HQ and grabbed the proper coin. He shouted into the little thing, Pansy, its Ron I need to speak to Malfoy quick!

Pansy knew he must have figured out who sent the letter so she sent him the proper coin and pointed the direction of Draco's office when Ron ran in.

Draco heard his door slam and he looked up, surprised to see the male Weasley walk in.

"Well Weasley, I'm surprised and slightly impressed, as I'm assuming you talked to Granger already?"

"Yeah, Hermione sent a letter to your Head Healer about you fraternizing with Ginny and your Head Healer sent Ginny a letter warning her about you."

"Hmm," he said with a pondering look on his face. "I suppose that was Granger's way of proving a point to me, and good old Alyssa's way of trying to get back at me for shagging her daughter and posting those articles with the nude pictures."

Ron's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, Draco noticed this and waved his had dismissively, "She was overcharging me, besides, I was merely proving a point, you don't have to worry about your sister. I'm not going to do that to her, for several reasons, there are six more of you male Weasley's, granted I'm not afraid of you, but all of you combined is too much for even me to handle. I mean, one could send me to Azkaban and frankly I don't enjoy my father enough to spend everyday with him. The other one can break into my Gringotts account, another can set dragons on me, the twins will poison me, the other one will bore me to death in lectures, and then you and Potter will annoy me every time I turn the halls. That's not even mentioning what you sister will do to me. She can handle herself just fine. Thanks Weasley, you're secret's safe with me."

"Err, right, later Malfoy."

Ron peaked his head out the door to check and see if the coast was clear of Hermione. It was so he ran to the Great Hall to get some breakfast in before practice.

When Hermione walked into her office that morning from the Gryffindor portrait in the main room of HQ, she immediately noticed a piece of parchment that was out of place on her desk. With a closer look, she noticed that it wasn't even a piece of parchment that belonged to her in the first place. She opened the folded letter and read:

Phase one of your favor is now complete, a date and time will be sent to you. Make sure you bring Brown to the location mentioned in the impending letter if you want the results you're looking for.

As for the other item we discussed, progress is exceptional. And for the record I would prefer not to see another bush like the one on your head.

Have a lovely day, and do tell Alyssa Bell hello, I would like to say thanks to the both of you for encouraging Ginny to spend more time with me. As one of her best friends you should know by now not to tell her not to do something.

Cheers, Malfoy.

Hermione's jaw dropped. Though he was following through on his part, this was not working to her favor. She had a problem, and for once, she didn't know what to do.