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New Note: The original title was stupid. So I made a new one.

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When Blaise and Pansy left HQ, they ran to the Room of Requirement. They had to be there before Ron to make sure everything was set up for the impending plan before he came in. Ron was to be there at midnight, so that when the two girls showed up, everything would be well under way. The two Slytherins managed to make it to the Room of Requirement in ten minutes or so, which guaranteed them at least 15 minutes to prepare before Ron would come in, and the havoc wreaking began.

The room was large, as it so often was. It looked like every other bedroom would look. That is to say, it looked like any bedroom of child who came from a wealthy family. The four poster bed was directly in front of the door, with appropriate bed hangings, and end tables. The wood was dark cherry wood, so dark it was nearly black, and old fashionedly carved. The bed covers were a dark maroon, complimenting the dark wood nicely. To the left of the bed was a couch, a loveseat, two armchairs, all the same dark maroon, a coffee table and several end tables of the same wood, some sporting some form of light, others bare or with some sort of decorative statue. There was also a dresser immediately to the left corner of the door, though not directly next to the couch setting.

The two exchanged various snarky, but good natured comments about the others state of dress, or undress as they prepared. Blaise stripped down to nothing, placing his clothes in the dresser, and then changed into a pair of black silk pajama pants that fit him well, complimenting his dark skin. As he set various books on the tables in front of the couch to make it appear as though he were studying, Pansy changed into her own outfit.

A more accurate statement would be Pansy stripped down and adjusted her outfit. It was a black corset with black lace trim that was tied with a deep jade green cord. She wore matching black lace knickers which tied in the front with a cord that matched the one in her corset. A pull from either tie, and her garment would be undone.

After a long discussion between Ginny, Pansy, Draco, and Blaise the plan went like this. When Ron finally arrived, Blaise would say he was overwhelmed with some work, and would join them in a bit, allowing Ron to occupy himself with Pansy for a bit. Sometime afterward, Hermione and Lavender would walk in seeing Ron and Pansy together and have some sort of fit, thus ending the relationship, and earning Blaise his entertainment for the night as well as Draco's fulfillment of his part of the bet.

In truth, the reason Blaise wasn't "participating" in the plan was that he couldn't let Lavender or Hermione know about his relationship with Ron. Making that information public was too much of a threat, and he really couldn't lose Hermione from the paper. He liked Ron, and if Hermione knew that Blaise was a normal participant in this type of activity, it was very likely that she would help Lavender in destroying anything related to Blaise, which meant the Weasleys, though he wasn't sure how far she'd go with that, the paper, Pansy and anyone or anything important to any of them by association. His reputation wouldn't be ruined, but Ron's would, and he didn't think the redheaded boy could handle that. It was one thing to be sleeping with a Slytherin, it was even another thing to be cheating with a Slytherin, and for it to be with the member of the same sex is another thing further, but for the Boy Wonder's side kick to be living it up with all three, was simply unacceptable. It'd be social suicide, and that was something that would no doubt lead Ron to a literal suicide.

Hermione and Lavender walked casually to the seventh floor, after telling the girl that she needed to talk to her in private and have her help with a secret and important project for the paper, hence giving her the reason for meeting in the Room of Requirement instead of her office in HQ. Hermione walked past the wall three times thinking, "I need to show Lavender what's happening in this room." The door appeared and Hermione took a deep breath as she opened the door.

Both girls walked into the room to see Ronald Weasley in all his naked glory shagging a hidden person under the sheets of the large four poster bed. Hermione gasped and covered her mouth as her eyes widened, while Lavender shrieked as her eyes bulged out of her head.

Blaise, who remained completely unnoticed, shot his head up to see that the girls had indeed entered the room. He silently thanked the gods, knowing it was only a matter of time before he could join the fun, that he was so desperately refraining himself from joining. He returned to his book but kept his ears open to the impending conversation, well, the impending argument that would complete his morning. That is to say, the entertainment that would complete the foreplay before engaging in his other entertainment, the entertainment that would only come if only the two bloody girls would hurry the hell up.

With Lavender's shriek, Ron turned over, giving everyone the view of his rather large appendage and of Pansy, to see who exactly had just barged in on his not so secret encounter. Pansy merely raised her eyebrows and smirked at the two girls while Blaise smirked into his book refraining himself further from putting himself in any sort of predicament. Noticing Ron's endowment, so to speak, Hermione's look changed from shock to awe, while Lavender's look would shift from shock, to hurt, to jealousy, to fury and back.

Lavender finally gathered her wits before shouting, "Ronald! How could you!? How could you sleep with this Slytherin hussy? Just you wait! And you," she said shifting gazes and pointing to Pansy, "I'm going to make your life miserable, just you wait until I tell Blaise."

"Err," said Blaise from his spot on the couch as he made a wave with his hand, "actually I'm right here. No need."

"WHAT!? YOU LET THEM DO THIS?!" She shrieked with incredulity.

"Well, Pansy and I have an open relationship with each other. We both have certain individuals of whom we enjoy outside of the other's company. Let's just say that this particular choice sparked some curiosity that needed to be understood on a more personal level." He neglected to mention who made the choice on brining Ron into the relationship.

"Absolutely unbelievable, I can't believe you let this happen! I should quit the paper on the spot!"

Blaise crossed his arms and gave her a look, "If that's what you want, fine, it's your choice, but you do realize that you can easily be replaced, right?"

Lavender didn't call his bluff. She just huffed and put on her dramatics as she stormed out of the room.

Ron, who said nothing throughout the whole exchange, glanced between Hermione, Blaise and Pansy.

Hermione shook her head twice quickly at Ron, as if to say whatever, and turned to Blaise throwing her hands in the air in defeat, "Well, he certainly does have a thing for dramatics, Merlin forbid he do something quietly."

Blaise smirked at her, shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows as if to say, 'what did you expect?' Though it was unspoken, she understood. It was Malfoy. She shouldn't have expected any less. He was a Slytherin after all. He would comply with the standards set in place. He would just do so in the most inconvenient way possible. It may have been her idea, but he was the master puppeteer.

Hermione shook her head again, she got herself into this mess, and now she was going to have to get herself out. And so, she walked out the door, plans running through her head.

Blaise smiled and said, "I believe that you two had a full half hour of entertainment with each other. I think it's my turn." And jumped the bed making Ron forget all the questions he was going to ask.

Back at HQ, the rest of the paper had just finished up for the night and was having a final snack together before calling it quits, when Lavender burst into the room, threw open the Gryffindor portrait and slamming it shut behind her as she crawled through. Draco's and Ginny's eyes met, and they gave each other a knowing look. The rest of the Gryffindors, simultaneously sighed, and waved once, signaling that they were regrettably leaving the chatter to go be loyal to their housemate.

With the departure of the Gryffindors, the rest of the houses decided to tuck in for the night. Within the next five minutes the group dispersed leaving Ginny to straighten the room, as Draco left for his office/room. It was as she was about to sit down and relax a moment with a book, that she heard angry footsteps, which could only belong to Hermione, followed by a door slam. Ginny cringed. It was going to be a long day, and she hadn't even finished the day before yet.

Hermione stormed into Malfoy's office and slammed the door. He sat with his hands behind his head and his feet propped on his desk, as if he were waiting for her.

"What, in the bloody hell was that?! You were supposed to seduce Brown! Not corrupt Ron! You don't play games with peoples emotions! Ron was supposed to be slightly lost, and then I was supposed to pick up the pieces! Lavender wasn't supposed to be crushed, and I wasn't supposed to be left with nothing!"

Draco raised his eyebrows, put his feet down and leaned forward across his desk and said unceremoniously, "Last I checked Granger, the goal was to break them apart, and that's what I did. Brown was never going to fall for me, and Blaise had already marked Weasley. It was the least effort consuming plan and the least messy. You'll have him soon enough, at the moment the he-Weasel is just a sexual toy, and he knows that. They haven't made him false promises. You're the one who has to make the effort now."

Hermione could say nothing, but she turned up her nose walked out and slammed his door which was followed by the slam of her own.

Draco scrubbed his hands over his face and turned off his light, but didn't move from the chair.

Ginny heard two more doors slam, which meant Hermione had left Draco's office. Blaise wouldn't be back for awhile, and always yelled at her if she left files on his desk. Of course she yelled back, but she really didn't want to fight tonight. It would be wasted effort, as she always won anyways. She was tired and didn't want to deal with any drama, especially since there'd be plenty in the morning, depending on who decided to stay with the paper and who decided to leave. With that in mind, there was no way she was going to approach Hermione with the folders. It was clear she was in a foul mood, and Ginny would only enhance the mood. That left Draco. She knew he was still up, as she knew he had been waiting up for Hermione who had just left. It was safe to say that he hadn't fallen asleep within the thirty seconds it took for Hermione to exit. Even if he had, Ginny would just leave them on his desk.

With a sigh, forced herself up off of the couch, gathered the folders and walked to Draco's door. Without bothering to knock she entered the office. She noticed from the light shining through the open door that the portrait lead to his room. She noted appreciatively the various books on his desk and on his shelves. She walked over to his desk and laid the files down neatly in the center, writing a quick note to explain their purpose. Just as she was finishing her note, she heard the door slam.

She turned quickly to find herself trapped by someone else's arms. She was grabbed by her wrists and pulled towards a cool, and yet still warm body. She briefly noted that her body molded perfectly with her captor, which she decided was distinctly male. She took note of his scent as well. It was delicious. Ginny, not one to be held captive, kicked her assailant in the back of the leg, making him loose his balance, but not successfully distracting him from removing his grip on Ginny's wrists. The boy managed to pin Ginny to the ground, it was then that Ginny decided it was Draco on top of her. She smirked and wondered if he realized it was her, or if he did this to every uninvited visitor. She decided it was the former. Once again smirking at the position she was in, she decided to play a little game. Despite her positions provocative nature, as he straddled on top of her, she knew exactly what she would do. She fought with her brothers numerous times and knew exactly how to put herself in the more domineering position. Though, another plan did pass through her brain, one that would allow her to play sex-kitten, but she dismissed it. She was not yet ready for Draco to know all of her secrets.

With her wrists pinned on each side of her head, she took her left leg and folded it in, as if she were going to sit Indian style between his chest and hers. She then turned her left wrist towards her head and pushed upward as he held on. She leaned towards her right and put pressure on the leg that was against his chest and successfully flipped them over so that she was now straddling him.

She said in her most menacing tone, before he could even get a sound out, "You listen and you listen well. You need to figure out if you want me because of the bet or whether or not you want me for real, because you are beginning to get on my nerves. Oh yes, Malfoy, I know about the bet. I've known all along. I knew well before it was even presented to you. I'm sick of cat and mouse Malfoy. We've been playing this little game for months, and I'm getting impatient. I won't walk away, but you can bet your pasty ass that I will not be the first to jump."

With that, she picked herself up, and walked out the door, leaving Draco on the floor, shocked and yet impressed.