Yo.

Ok, so I'm rushing it here and I didn't have time to check this chapter for errors and misspells so if you find one, I'm sorry.

Also I've got a couple more reveiws (Yay!) so a big thanks to Harry1675, GrimmjowYaoi, Heatherisfire, and anon. Love you guys! :) And to answer GrimmjowYaoi's question, I don't know who I want to pair with Kol...Do you have any suggestions? I'd love to hear what they are, but I'm warning you..I'm not the best with romance. And if I did do it, it wouldn't be boy/boy because I've had absolutely zero experience there...

Anyway, thanks again if you've actually managed to read this far into my A/N and, as per usual, I own nothing but my OC.

Enjoy!

Chapter Six

Kol's P.O.V.

Kol had been in many awkward situations in his life-more, in fact, than he cared to count. This one, however, had to at least rank in the top ten of his mental list.

Right now he was currently in the Black family library, trying to do some research on a sensitive subject that Sev asked him to do for Dumbledore. And since he was asked for specifically, he knew it was important even if he didn't know all the particulars. But regardless of the importance of the information, as it was Order business, it was to remain secret; something that was rather difficult to keep when he had two almost stalkers following him around.

"Honestly," He thought incredulously, "Does that Granger girl live in this library."

He tossed a careful glance over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the bushy-haired menace sitting in a chair behind him. The seat she had taken was unnerving for him because every time he tried to lose himself in his research, his instincts were constantly on alert because he always had a pair of eyes digging into his back.

Talk about annoying.

He grudgingly turned back to the book he had pulled out earlier, taking notes as he read. At least with the red-head he knew he could escape when he went to the library-the Granger girl never seemed to freaking leave. Not to mention how nosy she was.

Sev never said anything about younger girls crushing on him when he brought up this job. Sure, it's not like Sev could have exactly predicted that this would happen, but you'd think that if anyone would help you out, it would be your older brother. Unfortunately, Kol had been blessed with a particularly sadistic sibling. When Kol had brought up his "little problem" in a plea for help, his brother-his own blood-laughed outright at his predicament, shook his head as he left the Order's headquarters, and simply wished him good luck. With the nasty glitter in Sev's eyes, Kol wasn't sure if this "luck" Sev was talking about was that he would get "lucky" lucky, or if he was subtly trying to tell Kol that he wasn't likely to get out of this situation unscathed. Neither outcome was very inspiring; in the two weeks that Kol had been here he had found that both the girl's tenacity was frustrating at best. And the worst part was that he had to be nice and polite in every interaction he had with them or face the wrath of practically everyone else in this freaking house.

Kol shifted uncomfortably in his chair—he had been in here for hours and he couldn't feel his ass anymore. He sighed and pushed back the pile of books and the messy stacks of notes as he stood up and looked down at the results of almost two week of hard work.

Sev would have called the sight a disaster area. Kol preferred the term "organized chaos."

He double checked the secrecy spells he had cast over them (he had learned to never be too careful where certain females of this house were concerned), and walked down the stairs to make his way down to the kitchen. Maybe if Mrs. Weasley was there he could convince her to make him a snack. It seemed that his initial take on Mrs. Weasley's kitchen skills were entirely accurate—it was way better than anything Sev had ever created (when Kol had mentioned this one night the whole table had been shocked, confusing Kol until Ron piped up "…Snape cooks?"). When Kol had finally made it passed the creepy sleeping portraits that he was half convinced had had Howler charms placed on them at some point, he found Harry and the twins lounging at the table with empty cups of tea in front of them while Mrs. Weasley was busy in front of the stove.

They all turned when he stepped through the door, closing it behind him so that conversation could be made without fear of waking the demonic portraits.

"Oh, there you are, dear." Mrs. Weasley said, smiling. "I was just about to send one of the boys up with a little food to keep you going; you being shut up in the library all hours."

Kol grinned ruefully and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I actually came down hoping to find something to snack on."

"Well take a seat, take a seat…let me see what I can whip up." She turned back to the cupboards and started pulling out a plate after flicking her wand to gather the ingredients. Kol had to move out of the way of some floating food items that came flying out of the pantry a moment later.

While this was happened, Fred and George turned affronted looks to their mother. "What's this?" Asked Fred, "You won't feed your own sons but you'll make something for both Kol and Harry?"

George pointed to Harry as he spoke. "I mean, him I can understand; he's skinny as a scarecrow." Harry glared at his friend. "But what's his excuse?" Here George jerked his thumb in Kol's direction.

Kol watched in fascination as Mrs. Weasley started lecturing her sons about manners and the appropriate times to ask questions, and what were they talking about, could they not see how thin Kol was?

Harry glanced over to share a snicker with Kol over the miserable expressions of the twins. This was soon put to an end, however, when Mrs. Weasley caught sight of them and went to town ranting, in great detail, about how exactly how unhealthy it was for the two of them to skip meals and forget to eat. During her tirade Kol and Harry nervously looked around the room, trying (and failing) to find an escape route.

By the time Mrs. Weasley had worn herself out Ginny and Hermione had seated themselves a short ways down the table. Kol resisted the urge to groan, but Harry, Fred, and George saw the despairing look on his face and , while they sympathized with his situation, couldn't pass up an opportunity to poke fun at all parties involved.

Mrs. Weaseley finally set down a plate in front of Kol that had a large and heavenly-looking sandwhich with a tall glass of milk, telling him to eat up.

Shooting a quick glance at the girl's smiles and then at the evil grins on the faces of both Harry and the twins, Kol decided he should make a quick getaway while he still had a chance. He stood up, picked up the plate, and said that he should get back to working on his research, but was stopped by the imposing Weasley Matriarch.

"Oh, no you don't." She forced him back down in his chair. "I'm not letting you out of this kitchen until that plate is cleared, good and proper."

"But-"

"No."

"But can't I-"

"NO."

Kol felt himself whither under her glare.

"….fine."

She beamed, patted him on the head, making him feel like a child. Although, from the pout on his face he was certainly acting like one-and he knew it too, but he was desperate to get away from his newly acquired fangirls.

Speaking of the fangirls…they were giggling to each other behind their hands at his disgruntled expression. He threw caution to the wind and gave them his best glare, causing them to instantly stop and turn the color of a particularly bright sunset. He almost smirked in his triumph but instead settled for cleaning his plate ASAP. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could avoid the girls, and subsequently, his imminent humiliation.

Unfortunately humiliation was something rather hard to get out of when the house's three resident pranksters were involved, and Kol's plan was shot to hell when Fred decided to open up his mouth.

"So, Hermione," He asked casually, "find anything interesting up in that library?"

Kol mentally groaned and watched her face turn a shade of pink he didn't even know existed.

"Yeah, yeah," George joined in. "Surely you must have found something particularly enticing." The way he said the word made it sound like something almost dirty. Kol personally thought George was lucky his mother was busy at the other end of the room and not paying them any attention. Hermione looked like she wanted to sink into the floorboards, but she somehow managed to stammer out an answer of some kind (Kol was trying not to pay attention so as not to embarrass her further).

Harry, noticing her stuttering state, moved onto their next victim (there was absolutely no vindictive pleasure in his tone, none at all, why would you think that?), "Hey Ginny," He started (Kol cringed slightly in anticipation), "what do you think's for dinner? See anything..tasty?"

Kol lost it and choked on his drink, almost snorting milk out his nose. George, Harry, and Fred roared with laughter and George pounded Kol's back and handed him a napkin. Ginny's face was the very picture of embarrassment and she and Hermione quickly left the room to the sound of Mrs. Weasley asking what on earth they were talking about.

Harry's P.O.V.

It was late at night and while nobody had mentioned an Order meeting, he, along with the twins, knew that there was one. How? Because Kol wasn't in the room with them, even though it was well past midnight. Obviously this called for a round of snooping.

The three boys snuck out of their room quietly and down the steps, stopping on the landing just above the kitchen door. They pulled out the extendable ears and lowered them quickly, tuning into the conversation just as they heard Sirius speaking.

"—don't understand why he has to be here to do his bloody research!"

Dumbledore's voice cut in. "I've explained it to you, Sirius, he's tracking down the possibilities of a hunch of mine; The information of which has partially been hoarded by the Blacks and currently resides in your family library.

The boys all looked at each other curiously. What was this research about? And why was Sirius so up in arms about Kol staying here?

"Not to mention," Tonk's voice rose up, "That you did happen to offer up your house as the Order's Headquarters—ergo, if Dumbledore says Kol needs to be here to complete his research, then that should be the end of it."

"But we don't know what he's even researching!" Sirius exclaimed angrily.

"Well, considering your family history, it's probably dark magic." This came from Mad-eye. "Although," he continued, "the whole reason he was brought on was because Dumbledore said he was an expert, is that right Ashford?"

"Kinda makes you wonder exactly what it is that you're an expert on." Sirius said.

Harry felt himself tense slightly at the cold voice that answered.

"Well if Dumbledore hasn't let you know, than I really don't see how it's any of your business."

The twins looked over at Harry with wide eyes. George opened his mouth to ask a question, but his brother shushed him when they heard Dumbledore interject in the budding argument before could go anywhere.

"Alastor, please, there's no need to interrogate him, or be suspicious. He is simply checking certain possible ways that Voldemort could have used to extend his life. As for Mr. Ashford's specialties, that is for him to divulge to those he wishes; but know that he is, indeed, a master of his chosen field. I also trust him with the secrets of the Order."

There was an unspoken command in that sentence—stop fighting and accept him—that everyone picked up.

"Fine." Moody finally grunted. Murmurs of assent were sounded all around.

"Thanks." Said one sarcastic voice—the American accent easy to hear—"I feel so included."

There was the harsh sound of a chair being thrown back as someone stood but Remus's "Sirius." In a warning growl silenced any further movement.

Dumbledore finally called an end to the meeting after Kingsley was assigned to guard duty. Though what he was meant to guard was unclear.

The three eavesdroppers quickly and quietly made their way back to their room and into their beds, but before they went to feign sleep, shared a contemplative look about what they'd found out. Or—more accurately—what they didn't. What was Kol a master at? Was it really a dark art, or were Sirius and Mad-eye just making assumtions?

Just before Harry drifted off, but some time after Kol came up and collapsed into bed; Harry recalled what Ron had said when they first found out about theit house guest—the Ashfords were primarily a Dark family. Then again, Dumbledore had said that Kol was against Voldemort…maybe if he could take a peek at Kol's research? Harry decided that tomorrow he would recruit the twins to take part in operation: Find-Out-What-Kol-Is-Researching.

This should be interesting….

Yeah, so in case you haven't noticed, this isn't going to be sticking to canon, and if it does, it won't be for very long. As of right now, I don't know if I'll be changing the actual story line or just the time line.

TTFN, Write ya later! :D