Something To Write Home About
Chapter 19
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"Well girls, do we have a deal?" Hermione eyed Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil carefully. The pair of girls looked down at their hands, at the fresh wounds that had been created in the center of their palms. They both nodded, their eyes wide. Hermione pressed her fingernail, rather hard, into their cuts. The cuts then healed themselves, leaving a very, very tiny H on their palms.

"Now run along, you don't want to be late for dinner. Remember. Keep your ears and eyes open."

"Yes ma'am," the girls parroted. Then they turned on their heel and skipped back up to the Great Hall.

"Alright love, you can come out now," Hermione called, her back to the forest. Draco came out of the brush, looking sheepish. "What did you miss, that I can fill you in with?"

"I think I got here right when you finished the blood oath."

"Oh, then sit down. Long story. Well, sort of."

They strolled over to the Lake, sitting under a tree that was a few feet from the banks.

"So, tell me! I'm dying to know, love," Draco whined.

"Well, when they came up to me during lunch earlier, they were basically just interested in how you were in bed. Well we-"

"And? How was I?" Draco interrupted.

"I told them you were horrible and they could have you. Don't interrupt me again." He pouted. "I just started talking about how you and I wanted to rise up the ranks et cetera et cetera, and their eyes got all big like, and they were practically drooling. I told them I would bring them up with me as long as they did me one little favor."

"And what was that darling?"

"Keep eyes and ears out for anything and anyone that says my name or yours. They are to report back to me every evening in the common room at ten o'clock. Oh, and they can't give themselves away. Keep it under wraps, you know? The oath just causes them a lot of pain if they break any rules I give them, but they don't know that."

"Ooh, you're good at this. Are you sure you're not Voldemort's daughter or something?"

"Hey, who knows. I could kick his ass any day though. Don't compare me to that limp noodle. But I'm going to the library. Do you want to walk me there to make sure I don't get mugged or anything?" She smirked.

"I suppose I could take the time out of my busy day to do something so trivial." He sighed, shaking his head. Standing up, he offered her his hand, pulling Hermione to her feet.

As they walked up the sloping lawn to the castle, Draco asked her, "Why, pray tell, are we headed to the library?"

"I'm going to read up on Moldymort and see which of his methods I could exploit and see which of him methods were a contingent in his downfall."

"I knew there was a reason I loved bookworms."

Hermione stopped and stared at him. "You call that love? Dear God. The world is going to Hell in a handbasket." She laughed, and began walking again. Draco didn't say anything. "Help me brainstorm on the way there, for God's sake!"

"Well... you've already recruited spies. I think I could get a few from Slytherin. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle would do it, no questions asked. Too bad about Pansy though, she would've been a great asset. I still -"

"Pansy. Oh bugger. You know we have to get rid of her. Sooner is better than later."

"You're right."

"Meet her in the middle of the Forbidden Forest next full moon." Hermione wiggled her eyebrows.

"I so do not want to have sex with that pug." He grimaced.

"I meant werewolves! Werewolves! You know, those things that eat humans on full moons?"

"I know what a werewolf is, love. I just thought..."

They bickered the entire way to the library. Many students would probably have found it comical, except for that tiny problem of Hermione being a bit of a sadist.

At a table in the back corner of the library, the pair sat, plotting the demise of a certain Slytherin female. Hermione sat silent however, as her lover scratched something out on a piece of parchment. Suddenly she said:

"Do you know Sun Mal Lin?"

"No, but I have read of him. He's got a rep a lot like yours. Brightest kid in China, I hear."

"Oh bugger it. So if he finds this thing on him, he's not dumb enough to ignore it. For all we know, he's trying to figure out a way to contact us." They sat in stunned silence.

"Hermione? What are the chances of three out of four, at least, all going to the same school?"

"Slim to none, if it's by chance. If it's by design, then I would be willing to bet it's Neville."

"It can't be by design. I mean, who would know?"

"Who sent us the letters of acceptance?"

"McGonagall."

"There's no way. Wait. Before we go that far, get one of your girls to check Neville out."

"Good idea." Hermione scrawled out a quick note to Lavender, telling her to come ASAP into the library. She sent it off, flying through the corridors. Hardly three minutes had elapsed when the girl arrived, her face flushed, breathless.

"You didn't have to run."

"Sorry. I got here as soon as I could."

"Thanks. Draco has something he needs you to do."

Lavender looked at him expectantly. "I need you to look at Neville naked and find if he has any kind of mark on his body that looks like this-" he sketched a Pure Symbol. "Can you do that for me?"

"How would I do that?" She looked nervous.

"However you find a way."

SHORT CHAPTER, I'M TERRIBLY SORRY. I RAN OUT OF IDEAS. REVIEW ANYHOW.