"I don't know if I can do this."
"You don't even know what you'd have to do yet."
She glanced around nervously. "I think your hand is a pretty good indication."
Draco slowly pulled away from the shaking redhead. "What exactly did you get yourself into?"
"I thought you said that you already knew." The nervousness shifted to untrust and anger. "You said you'd help for a price. You said you knew what to do!"
"Calm down, my little Weaslette." Draco leaned against the bed post, his black shirt and pants blending with the bed curtain behind him.
"I will not calm down!" Her anger made her strong, more in control, more powerful. "I came for help. I did not come to be belittled or taken advantage of."
"If you want help, you don't have a choice!" The brief outburst turned his soft gray eyes to steely platinum. "I know enough to know I can help you, but I need to know the full extent of everything to decide what price to set." His calm demeanor appeared once more. "Now please, tell me what happened?"
"Draco? Are you in here? Who turned off all the bloody lights?" A strong male voice said from the doorway.
"I'm a little busy right now."
"Well I need your help." Blaise stepped into the room.
"What kind of deals do you run?" Ginny's eyes wandered back and forth between the two.
"I'm the one asking questions right now." Draco turned back to Blaise. "I'll find you when I'm done with Miss Weasley."
"Miss Weasley? What could our lovely little redhead have done to need your help?"
"Blaise, leave now."
The door closed and Blaise walked to the chair next to the fire.
"What do you think you're doing?" Draco demanded.
Blaise continued to make himself comfortable. "I think this will be a good story. Just pretend I'm not here."
"No way! No one else was supposed to know about this! I can't believe I even thought you could help!" It's hopeless. I should have known this wouldn't work.
"If you want help, this is the only place you'll be able to find it."