Authors Note: I know where I want to go with this story, but I was truly blocked, so I just went with it. Who would have thought I'd even get this far.

Chapter 9

"You want to know what I think Malfoy?" said Harry.

"Of course I don't want to know what you think Pothead," nothing good would ever come from Harry telling people his thoughts.

"Well I think we should ask Luna, she knows random things about things," said Blaise.

"Wow your wording is just amazing," Draco said as Blaise gave a mocking fake blush at Draco's words.

"Well since Luna is only here part time, it's her day off, so she'd be working at The Quibbler, Luna never works on Mondays," said Ron, and Draco realized in that moment that there was a reason he allowed himself to become friends with the twit.

"Well then, a trip to The Quibbler is in order!" Draco pumped his fist in the air, nothing was going to beat him down on this day.

"No!" they all shouted, however it was Ron who continued, "Are you friggin psycho, she'll bite your head off, she doesn't like the Ministry and The Quibbler getting mixed up, they have to stay separate at all times."

"We went there once when we were bored out of ours minds, since there's been a lacking in things to do here. So we flew over there… she took my broom and broke it on my back screaming about how she didn't want her workers to get tooth decay," explained Harry. "So instead of bugging Theo and Luna, we had to go order a new Firebolt since it was broken beyond repair, and Firebolts are hard to come by, but I pulled a strings."

"What ever happened to 'I'm never going to exploit myself'?" snickered Draco.

"I loved that Firebolt! And by God I was going to get a new one," they all looked at Harry when he said 'God' since they all knew very little on muggle religions.

"Back on topic, we could tell Luna about our find, with the mysterious deaths of Quidditch players, Theo could probably write it up, and bam, in the papers by tomorrow," Draco said while thinking on the spot.

"Oh ya! You could do that… but I'm not going," friggin scarface is a pussy.

"Oh don't be stupid Potter, it'll be just fine once we tell her what it's all about, she was willing to help with the research remember? I'm sure she'd love this," Draco could see Ron's adoration for him for being willing to go to Luna with Ministry documents, while not being afraid of said woman.

"Miss Luna, you have some guests here to see you, since you are free, would you like me to send them in or schedule an appointment?" Draco could hear Luna's timid assistant ask.

Then assuming it was Luna's muffled voice answering the assistant came back to tell them, "Yep, she'll see you now. Right this way please." And all four of them followed.

"I can't believe you dragged me into this, she could break my glasses," whispered Harry, obviously mad for being dragged along.

"Pussy," Draco whispered back.

"What are you doing here?" Luna's slightly annoyed voice scared most of the men there.

"Good day to you too Mrs. Nott, lovely as always," Draco smiled at her, "We found some startling matter which concern Hermione."

"Oh, well what might that be?" her voice went back to its usual dreamy self.

"It would seem that Mike Harris is as old as Quidditch," she waited for him to continue. "Here are some pictures of Allen Jones from twelve sixty-nine, even pictures from during the game. However it was stated that is death was during that every game, could have possibly been before the game even started, seeing as how that is what has been happening to Seekers this year.

"And yet, he can be seen playing. This is the same as with the murder of Anton Goldenburg, he was reported to be playing on the field, he took the mandatory misuse of potions test, passed along with the DNA sampling of said test. It is very hard nowadays to fake a urine test. But when the team got to the locker room is body was found with his head barely connected to his body. This all happened seven hundred years ago to many other Seekers."

"It's being repeated?" she asked no one in particular with a far off look in her eyes. "It does look an awful lot like him…"

"We need you too put it in your paper," Draco stated.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly do that, Hermione would be so mad at me for bashing her fiancé like that," Luna said while trying to get the fact that she wouldn't endanger her friendship through to Draco.

"Luna, no one would question you if you said you didn't notice that it looked like Mike, none of us will act like we noticed, only Pansy would say something, you know how she just loves The Quibbler." The other seemed to have disappeared into the background with only Draco and Luna talking.

"We do have lunch together tomorrow… I could clear it up with her tomorrow, if she ever gets the news, by then it will be too late?" Luna felt horrible about going behind her friends back, but this did need to be done.

"Exactly, Pansy will most likely get her copy in the morning, and she reads it back and front, right to left, upside down, the works."

"It is a good idea," still uneasy, "I'll have Theo write it, by we are not putting his name anywhere near it."

"That's fine, make it an anonymous source from the Ministry," Draco gave her an escape.

"Well I should get this done now then, we print in a few hours," Luna said.

"Potter, what are you doing in my office?" the ever annoyed Draco Malfoy asked.

"I have too much paper work in mine… so I'm just ignoring it until Blaise decides to do it." Harry replied.

"Why would anyone want to do paper work?"

"You know, I thought that too, but after what he said earlier, it all just clicked. He doesn't want to go home, so he's working over time. Since he gets all his work done, he does mine." Harry pushed his glasses up. "He's been offering to do my paper work for the passed two weeks. Crazy eh?"

"You should be getting him help instead of giving him your work," Merlin Harry Potter is stupid. "I regret the day I ever told you how to get to my office, now get lost and do your work, then I can do mine."

"Fine," Harry put down the paper weight he was holding and started to stalk out of the room. "Hey Hermione, you might not want to go in there, it's like a dung beetle crawled up his ass and had babies."

Said paper weight was hurled at Harry's head. "Get lost!"

"Fuck, I'm going. Bye Hermione."

"Bye Harry," she said uneasily.

"Hermione, what brings you to my office?" Draco asked as he straighten out of papers on his desk.

"I just wanted to thank you," she bent over to pick of the paper weight which had barely missed Harry and had left a whole in the wall. "You know, for not bringing up the whole marriage thing again."

"Ya, no problem," this made him feel sick to his stomach.

"I hope you'll still be at the wedding," she waited at his door for an answer before exiting.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," He truly wouldn't want to miss it for anything.

Gasp, what will happen next?