Rayssa quickly withdrew her hand, sucking on her thumb. "Ouch, Splinter!" Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed the ornate peacock door knocker, that seat in the middle of the ancient wooden door. He slammed the hinge down three times and backed away. A few moments passed before the small iron wicket slid open to reveal the slanted, ghostly grey eyes of Blaise Zabini.

"Password?" Blaise asked.

"I'm going to kick this door down if you don't let me in." Draco said with a small smile.

"Look at that word for word." Blaise said, but didn't move immediately to open the door. Instead his eyes fell on Potter, a few feet behind them. "New friend?" Blaise whispered.

"We're on official business." Blaise raised one eyebrow at him. Draco rolled his eyes. Most pureblood families were involved in nefarious businesses, the Malfoys very much included, and that therefore made them weary of the ministry. The Zabini's were involved in more than most.

"I got to say Draco, the odds of me letting you in just dropped drastically." Blaise said laughing. He did not respond to him but just waited.

"Fine." Blaise slide the wicket shut again. A faint clicking sound passed through the door moments before it swung open to fully reveal Blaise. He was dressed in a grey and silk robe. By his bear feet and legs, he assumed his was naked underneath. "But if you're here to arrest me our friendship is over mate. Hey Ray." Oh yeah that reminds me. We're going to have a good long talk about secrets my friend.

The three of them pushed past him and into his vestibule. A couple of portraits lined the white walls of the room. Draco recognized the bronze skinned women as Blaise's mother, Damaris. Seven others ran along the wall these people Draco didn't recognize, though he know who that had to be.

Mrs. Zabini's seven husbands.

"Ray give Potter a tour of the place would you. No doubt the prince of Malfoy here wants to talk to me alone." Blaise lead Draco through the room into the large lobby and up the grand staircase to his father's study. In the center of the room was a large desk with two chairs on either end, a large bookshelf ran along the premiere of the room. Every inch of it was filled to the brim with books. His father was alway jealous of the Zabini's secret library. It always made him mad that a house as small as theirs processed one of a kind tomes from legendary figures long past. While their own personal library was nothing but a shotty collection of third and fourth additions.

Blaise seated himself in his father's seat, draco seat opposite him. "Thanks for bringing Potter here by the way. That Fidelius charm becoming less and less effective everyday. Begin."

Draco hesitated for a moment. "I need information." he started.

"What makes you think I have want your looking for?" Blaise asked amused.

"I need to know if you heard about a guy named Abelard Meier." Draco reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a picture of the man. He was short ugly thing.

Blaise merely glanced at the photo "Never heard of him. Sounds German."

"He is."

"Looky i'm so smart."

Draco pressed on "He's buying up a lot of dangerous dangerous materials."

"And this has to do with me how?"

"Come on mate give me something." Draco pleaded. Even though his family still had hand in the black market it was nothing like it used to be. Information wasn't as readily available like it once was, Draco needed him.

Blaise sighed "Like I said I have no idea who this man is. But if I did I would have told you that there may or may not be a deal going on later this week."

"Where?"

"Now that I do not know and that's the honest truth mate." Blaise told him.

"Thanks mate." Draco said before standing and heading toward the door.

"Hey Draco." Blaise yelled after him. Draco turned to face him and saw genuine haistation. "He's not just buying up things on the black market. He's hiring wands too."

What, Kingsley said nothing about this. "How many wands?"

"An army."