Forever Yours

AUTHOR'S NOTES: So here it is. Finally, chapter 15. Big thanks to my beta for doing it so quickly. This chapter (for me) seems really dull, but my beta liked it, so I hope you will too! Sorry for the delay, again, but like I mentioned in the last chapter, break's over and I have to work my butt off to get into University! So that's why there might be longer breaks in between the chapters, but that doesn't mean I've stopped writing. But enough about me...on with the story!

Chapter 15

Back at the Ministry, they went back to the Archives. It seemed that they were going to be spending a lot of time there.

"Find anything you can about Borgin," Malfoy muttered, taking scrolls from the shelves and skimming them.

"Are we going to be in here a lot?" Ginny asked, not liking the stuffy and dusty room.

He didn't answer her; he was too absorbed in his readings.

Ginny tapped her foot. "Malfoy?"

He looked up. "What?"

"Are we going to be in here a lot?" she repeated.

"Only until we find what we need."

"Which would be?"

"More information on Borgin, before he came to own the store. His background, his history, loyalties. Things like that," he answered.

"How is that going to help us find McNair?" Ginny asked.

He sighed, as if explaining this to a five year old. "Because, we will then better understand his reason for hiding a Death Eater." He started flipping through pages again.

Ginny pursed her lips. "But I thought he was your father's friend. Shouldn't that tell you enough about him?"

Malfoy looked up again. "It could, but I just want to back up some of the information I know, with what the Ministry knows."

"Any chance of letting your partner know that information?" she asked. She didn't like how he just barked orders at her and expected her to comply, when she didn't know why she was doing it.

He didn't even bother to answer.

Ginny fumed as she walked off to a bookshelf, thumbing through old records. Git. Slimy, stupid git. They were supposed to be partners, for crying out loud! Not boss and worker. They were supposed to work together.

The rest of the afternoon quickly passed by and soon, it was time to leave.

"We'll continue this tomorrow," said Malfoy, as he put his coat on.

"Great," said Ginny, as she picked up her things. Hurriedly, she put her coat on and walked outside.

Outside, it had become cool and windy. Ginny's favourite. The clouds threatened to rain on them but Ginny loved the rain. She wished it would rain.

At home, she sat on the couch with a book and a mug of hot chocolate. She wrote a lengthy letter to the Prince, which she didn't receive a reply from, and then she went to sleep.

The next day, Ginny didn't even bother to go to her office. She immediately went to the Archives and wasn't surprised to see Malfoy.

"Hullo," Ginny greeted dully.

"You had better contain your excitement, Weasley," he said, smirking. "It's so contagious."

"Ha, ha, very funny," snapped Ginny. "We're still searching?"

He nodded, pulling some books out from the shelves. "We can't leave here today until we find out why Borgin might want to support Death Eaters. We're behind as it is."

"Behind? It's only been a day," she said.

"You have to be fast as an Auror," he explained. "And Dawlish wants a report on your research methods tomorrow."

"Dawlish?" she said, vaguely remembering the Auror at Grimmauld Place. "He's our boss, right?"

Malfoy nodded, his eyes quickly skimming the document before him.

"And I have to write a report on...?"

"Research methods," he repeated, not bothered to even look up.

"Why? Do you have to do it too?"

"Because it enhances your communication skills. And no, I don't because I'm at executive level," he answered both her questions.

Great. Just great. It was going to be a long night.

Sighing, she pulled a dull tome from the shelf and plunked it down in front of her, settling in for a long read.

Lunch came and went and they were still skimming documents. The only sound in the room was the scrawling of both their quills on parchment as well as pages rustling.

Ginny hardly registered what she was reading. She had her head in her hand, biting her lip while she read, her eyes half closed.

Several hours passed by and Ginny still hadn't found any reason why Borgin might work against the Ministry in his support. He had been the apprentice of Burke a long time ago, who had named the shop after him, but he had died long after.

Her paper was filled with doodles, scribbles and only a few sentences about Borgin.

Seven o'clock came and went.

Finally, Malfoy looked up and said, "Find anything?"

Stifling a yawn, Ginny said, "Hardly."

He shook his head. "You can go then. I'll just stay behind and finish looking through these." He gestured to a pile of scrolls.

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked, trying to be polite. Malfoy wanted to stay behind and she didn't have to? That was just great. She could imagine sitting on the couch with a good book to read and...

"Yes. Besides, you have that report to write."

So much for relaxing. She groaned internally, but smiled on the outside, "If you insist, then. See you tomorrow."

She picked up her things and walked out the door and down the steps to the exit.

When she got home, it was nearly nine o'clock. Her body ached and her head hurt. But before she allowed herself to relax or eat anything, she took out her parchment and quills and began to write her report.

She finished it at ten o'clock and was too tired to eat anything that she fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning the sun shone brightly when Ginny woke up.

Shit! She was late.

She glanced at the clock as she raced for the shower. Five after eight. She had ten minutes to get to work.

Quickly, she had a shower, dressed in her work clothes, pulling her robes over. She spent two extra minutes trying to put her head through the neck when she realised that it was the sleeve.

She grabbed a muffin, her report, her bag and Apparated to the Ministry.

Then she raced to her office, meeting her boss as he was coming out.

"Good morning, sir," she said, flustered. She smoothed away the muffin crumbs from her robes.

"Good morning, Miss Weasley," he answered smoothly. "How is the mission going?"

Not well. "Great!" she answered, smiling brightly. "We're making real headway."

He smiled. "Good, I'm glad. Do you have something for me?"

She flipped through in her bag when she found her report in his folder. "Here you are, sir."

He casually flipped through it. "This looks good. I'll read through it later. I'll see you later, Miss Weasley."

"Bye, sir," she said, trying to smile as he walked out the door.

"That was some smooth lying," came a voice behind her.

Ginny nearly screamed when she heard the voice, but stopped in time. She turned around and saw Malfoy standing there, in Muggle clothes today.

"You have to stop doing that," she scolded. "I could die of a heart attack."

He chuckled. "It's your fault you're easily spooked."

"And when did I lie?" she demanded. "I tell nothing but the truth."

Malfoy smirked. "We're making real headway?"

She blushed, remembering her words. "Well yes, I couldn't tell him we're doing horribly, could I?"

"We're not, though," he said, walking with her to the office. "I found something yesterday."

"Why are you talking softly?" she demanded in her regular voice.

He sighed. "I don't want everyone hearing."

"Oh."

"Are you wearing Muggle clothes underneath?" he asked her in the same low voice.

She nodded and he continued, "We're going to be following someone today, but we can't do it if we look like we're from the Ministry."

Undercover work! Yes! Ginny cheered. Finally some action. "Who are we following?"

He shook his head. "I'll tell you once we're outside. We can't leave together, though. I'll go first and then you'll meet me by the entrance."

Before she could ask any more questions, he was gone.

Gingerly, Ginny unclasped her robes, smoothing out her black skirt underneath. She grabbed her purse and walked out the door, slowly.

At the atrium, she found Malfoy, standing casually by a stone pillar.

In Muggle clothes, Draco Malfoy looked good. His chest seemed more muscular now that he wore a collar shirt with a tie.

"We're going to Apparate now to Diagon Alley," he told her.

"Okay, where?" she asked him. She was going to get answers out of him, but she would wait until they were out of the Ministry.

"You won't know it," he said, his expression thoughtful. "It's at the back, hidden...you'll have to side-along Apparate."

"No way!" she said. "Why can't you just tell me where it is?"

He looked around, his eyes narrowed at the people that walked by, their robes swishing. "Because it's better if I didn't. It'll also be faster."

"Fine," she spat.

The hall was clear now. Malfoy quickly grabbed her arm and they Disapparated.

They Apparated in a hidden alleyway, with the backside of a store in front of them.

"Before we go anywhere," Ginny started, "you're going to explain."

"Explain what?"

"What we're doing!" she screamed. "I have a right to know who we're following, what you found out last night and why you couldn't answer my questions in the office."

He sighed, annoyance flickering on his face. He wasn't used to explaining what he was doing to anyone, especially to Weasley, who asked a million questions.

"I couldn't speak in the office because even the walls have ears. You don't know what information can become rumours. I found out that early in Borgin's career, he was convicted of Illegal Importing, something he wasn't responsible for. His charge was taken away when they found the real culprit, but he could still harbour resentment towards the Ministry for that charge. And we're going to try to follow Borgin's assistant. Is that enough information?"

She smiled flakily at him. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

He rolled his eyes. "Let's go."

They casually walked out from the hidden spot and joined the throng in Diagon Alley. When they reached the street that Borgin and Burkes was on, Malfoy stopped in front of Ginny, making her bang into him.

"Ow." She rubbed her nose from where it smashed into his back. Again. "You could give me warning when you're stopping."

He ignored it completely. "You'll go into Borgin's shop and pretend as if you're interested in buying something, and then..."

"What?"

Malfoy looked as if he wanted [? You had "wasn't"] to strangle her. No one interrupted him. "What is it now?"

"What am I supposed to pretend to buy?" she asked. She needed to know all the details before she went through with a plan.

He waved his hand impatiently. "It doesn't matter. The point is, you just pretend you want something and you just wander the shop, asking Borgin random questions about each item."

"And what will you be doing?"

"I'll stand out here in the Invisibility Cloak and wait for his assistant to come out. And when you see him come out, you make an excuse and leave, quickly though."

"Won't he suspect me if I leave right after his assistant?" she pointed out.

"You don't rush out immediately," he said. "You walk out, as if you're done, but quickly so that we don't lose him."

She crossed her arms. "So I'm supposed to be quick but not obvious."

"Yes," he said, missing the sarcasm in her voice.

Ginny hoisted her purse higher on her shoulder and said, "All right then. And if he doesn't show up?"

"If his assistant is not there within ten minutes, then leave. Again, subtly. I don't want Borgin to become suspicious," he said seriously.

"Any last words?" she joked.

"Don't fail."

"Thanks," she said, turning to walk to the shop, rolling her eyes. Such words of wisdom.

Casually, she peered in Borgin's shop window, as if the gruesome things she saw there fascinated her.

She opened the door to the store and walked through. There was no one at the counter, so Ginny began to pursue the items. There were strange lockets, books, quills and other items. All of them seemed to be cursed.

"Can I help you?" came an oily voice.

Ginny gulped and turned around. Borgin stood at the counter, his eyes narrowed at her.

She tried to smile brightly, but she her smile melted when she saw Borgin's hard eyes.

"I was just browsing," she stammered.

"Were you looking for anything specific?" he asked.

She gulped again. "No. I was just..." She thought to the last time she had been there. "I was just looking for something to buy my boyfriend. I won't be a bother."

"Hmm," he said, still staring at her.

Slowly, she turned back around and looked at the items, pretending to be interested.

Ten minutes passed and there was no sign of the assistant, or anyone else in the store for that matter.

Ginny said, "I don't I know what he'd like just yet. Thank you for your help, though."

And with that, she walked out the door, walking along the path, trying to find Malfoy.

As she walked along slowly, he materialised beside her.

"That was a waste," she noted.

He ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe he's not here today..."

"Now what?" she asked, pausing in the middle of the road.

"We come back tomorrow," he said. "In the meantime we'll do some other work."

They spent the rest of the day walking around, trying to find information on McNair and Borgin. They went to the bank and asked how often both of them utilised their accounts.

Ginny got home at four that day. She rested on the couch, almost falling asleep when an owl pecked at the window.

Yawning, she got up and saw that it was the owl the Prince sometimes used.

She untied the letter from its leg and read it.

August 30, 2002

Dear Chariot,

Thank you for understanding that I won't be able to write as much. This project consumes so much of my time; it's very hard.

By the way, I was wondering. Do you happen to have that ring I sent to you when we were still in school? I was just wondering what had happened to it when I realised I had sent it to you.

I'm sorry I can't write much more, but I am very tired. My eyes are closing as I write this.

I hope your day at work was better...

Prince

Poor Prince. He was always working so hard. He deserved a break after all the hard work he had done over the years, constantly switching jobs.

Just as she was about to reply to the Prince, there was a strange noise at her balcony door.

It sounded like meowing. That was strange.

Perplexed, Ginny got up and opened the sliding door to find Crookshanks there.

"Hi, Crookshanks," cooed Ginny, gently tickling the 'cat' under his belly.

He meowed again, holding a letter between his teeth.

Ginny took the letter from him and opened it.

Hi Gin!

How are you doing? We haven't heard from you in awhile. I was wondering- and so was Ron- if you wanted to come to dinner Friday night, tomorrow?

Athena will be really pleased to see you. You can also see our new house; it's only ten minutes away from your flat.

Let us know soon, okay?

Love you,

Hermione (and Ron)

A wide smile spread on Ginny's face when she thought of Hermione. She hadn't seen them for a long time, since her birthday actually.

She hastily scribbled yes and then gave the note to Crookshanks, who purred impatiently.

After Crookshanks was gone, Ginny felt to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, she got dressed and went to work. Her mind was full of following Borgin's assistant that she didn't notice bumping into someone on her way into the Ministry.

It was Malfoy and he was coming out. "Let's go," he said. Again, he grabbed her arm and they Disapparated.

They Apparated in the same place as yesterday, behind the shop.

"Would it really kill you to actually tell me what we're doing?" Ginny asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"It's the same thing, except I'll go in the shop today and you will stand outside in the Invisibility Cloak," he briefly explained. "Simple for you to understand?"

"Yes," she said, taking the Cloak from him. She immediately covered herself with it and followed Malfoy as he went to Borgin's shop.

She stood outside and began to wait. After five minutes, a young man left the shop with Draco a few minutes after.

She joined Malfoy and said, "Where do you think he's going?"

If he was surprised to hear her voice, he didn't show it. "You're supposed to be up there, following him," he hissed from the side of his mouth.

Ginny rolled her eyes and hurriedly ran to follow the man, with Draco a few steps behind them.

First, the young man went to Gringotts. Ginny couldn't go down to the vaults with him, so she waited inside the bank, while Malfoy waited outside.

He came back out with a bag of jingling gold. Then he went to a deli and purchased several sandwiches and butterbeers.

He then went back to the shop. Before Ginny could slip in behind him, the door banged shut.

Sighing, Ginny walked to where Malfoy stood and pulled off the Cloak.

"That was fun," she noted. "We just followed him around on his shopping trip."

Malfoy's eyebrows were bunched up. "I would go in there again, but I've already been today. You'll have to go."

"Again?"

He nodded.

Ginny tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But I just went yesterday. He'll be suspicious if I come back."

He thought for a moment and then he asked, "What did you tell him yesterday?"

"That I was there to buy a gift for my boyfriend," she said. "And when I left, I made the excuse that I didn't know what you wanted."

Malfoy stroked his chin, his grey eyes dark with thought. "We can work with this. You tell him today that you know what your boyfriend wants. Here." He handed her a fistful of Galleons from a pouch. "Use this money and buy something, while I sneak to the back."

"I'll do my best. I'm not very good at lying, though," she told him. "I start to blush."

"It will have to do. Now go and keep the door open a bit longer while I slip in," he said, taking the Cloak from her and pulling it over himself.

Ginny decided to get some revenge on him as she opened the door to the shop. She felt Malfoy's body gently brush past hers as he came in as well.

She walked around the shop and went to the shelf she had been looking at yesterday. She picked the ugliest thing and was contemplating whether to buy it when she heard Borgin say, "Back again?"

Mr. Borgin stood stooped at the counter, his dark eyes glinting malevolently.

"Yes, I am," she said, her hands shaking a bit. "My boyfriend's birthday is coming up soon and I just wanted to teach him a lesson. He can be a bit arrogant and self sure sometimes, so I wanted to buy him a gift so that he would appreciate beauty on the inside."

Borgin's eyes narrowed at her. Shit. Maybe she had spoken too much.

She felt a soft kick on her shin and tried to keep smiling, while she was wincing inside. "Get to the point," she heard Malfoy hiss.

The ugly quill in her hands, she took it to the counter. "I'd like to buy this please."

While he rang it up, Ginny tried to distract him. "My boyfriend was in here earlier, right?"

"Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, while wrapping it up.

She nodded. "He's trying to guess what I'm buying him, but I won't let him guess. He's such a silly goose!"

Borgin handed her the bag, his eyes flashing. "Indeed. Good day."

With a cheerful smile, Ginny took her bag and walked out the door.

She walked a bit down the street and got ready to wait for Malfoy, who was still in the shop.

She nearly screamed when he materialised in front of her.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you back at the shop?" she demanded, clutching her heart.

"I couldn't get through the back," he told her. "There's an enchantment on the archway that prohibits anyone but him or his assistant to go through. There was something blocking me."

"Now what?" Ginny asked, her brow furrowed.

Malfoy didn't answer for a minute. "We'll have to think about it. We might have to try Polyjuice Potion but..."

"Polyjuice Potion?" repeated Ginny.

"Could you be any louder?" he hissed, glancing around.

"Sorry," she whispered, her eyes narrowing. "So where can we discuss this?"

He glanced around and spied a small teashop off to the side. He motioned for her to follow.

They sat outside at a table. Malfoy asked her if she wanted to order anything, but she waved her hand away, pressing him for details. "The Polyjuice Potion?"

He nodded, running his hand through his blond hair. "Yes. Except it's a faster version, it's faster to make. The original takes about thirty days and..."

"I know what a Polyjuice Potion is," she snapped.

He sighed. "This Polyjuice Potion requires only two days to make, so it will be fast."

"Don't we need something from his assistant to transform?" Ginny asked.

Malfoy shook his head. "The Ministry already has blood samples for people who are under suspicion. I'm sure Jones was questioned once, and the Ministry still has his sample."

"Who's going to be the one to transform?" she asked. She wanted to be the one to do it. She was bored with all this menial office work. She wanted action and she wanted it now!

"I'll do it," he said quickly.

"But I want to do it too." Ginny pouted.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Obviously we both can't do it."

"So why don't you let me do it? I want a chance."

He shook his head. "No. This is an important task and I don't want to mess it up."

"I won't mess it up!" she said. "I can do it properly. Just because I'm new, that doesn't mean I can't be trusted to interrogate a suspect."

"You're not interrogating. You're undercover."

"Right," she said, brushing back a strand of hair. "That's what I meant. But this assignment was given to both of us, so I have to do the work too."

He shrugged, nonchalantly. "You will help. We'll both make the Potion as soon as possible."

"And when's that?"

"Tonight at eight," he answered. "Then we have to let it thicken for two days. That's why today is optimum."

Ginny bit her lip as she thought. "Tonight? Tonight I'm going to my brother's..."

He shrugged again, not caring. "I'll make it then."

"No!" she said, her brow furrowed. "I'm going to help. Eight o'clock you said? I'll be there."

When Malfoy sighed, Ginny noticed his annoyance. "If you insist."

"I do," she said. "Why are you so intent on shutting me out? I obviously can do work if I made it this far. I'm not stupid, you know."

She stared at him, her eyes narrowed, waiting for an answer. She was sure that he would insult her or make fun of her family. She had basically handed him the opportunity herself.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't think you're stupid. I'm just not used to working with other people. I'd rather do everything myself."

Ginny blinked. That wasn't the answer she was expecting. "Oh," was the best thing she could think to say. She was stumped. Malfoy hated working with other people? No wonder he was so eager to get rid of her at every opportunity.

"Why?" she decided to ask eventually, after a few minutes of silence passed between them.

Malfoy sighed again. "I don't trust anyone, that's why. Instead of delegating work to other people, which I have no guarantee they will do, I'd rather just do it myself."

"You can trust me," she said, her voice soft. She was afraid he would laugh at her or insult her, but he surprised her again.

He looked up and his grey eyes met hers. "I don't know if I can do that." Something flickered in his eyes, something unreadable. It could have been sadness or loneliness, but Ginny's patience was up.

"Well too bad," she said. "I want to help and I will. You can't be the boss all the time, Malfoy. I'll see you at eight."

She got up to leave, but before she could leave the café, Malfoy grabbed her hand.

Ginny turned around and saw him smirking. The unreadable expression in his eyes was gone. "Work's not over for the day, Miss Weasley."

Flustered, she sat back down again. She couldn't even make a good getaway.

~*~*~

Later that night, Ginny closed the door behind her, after shouting, "I'll owl you later!"

She had just finished eating dinner at Ron and Hermione's place and had convinced them that she really did have to go because of work.

The whole evening, Ron had interrogated her about why she hadn't owled or visited before. He thought something was up.

Hermione, on the other hand, had told Ron to shut up while she asked Ginny how work was going and what she was up to.

As she left, she felt guilty about leaving early when she hadn't visited them in so long. The only reason Ron had let her go was because she promised that she would come again- soon.

Grinning to herself, Ginny looked left and right, and when she saw no one, Apparated to the Ministry.

The foyer was dark and quiet when she Apparated with a small pop.

With a quick glance at her watch (7:59), she started to walk towards her office briskly. The Ministry was eerie at this hour.

There was no one around, at all. Ginny knew that people usually stayed behind to work late, but since it was Friday, there was no one there.

Quickly, she walked upstairs to her office. The door to the Auror office was closed when she tried to open it.

Just as she began to fiddle around in her purse for her wand, the door opened and light flooded out into the hallway.

Ginny peered into the light and saw Malfoy.

"You scared me," she said, clutching her heart.

He smirked. "I have that effect on most people." He had one eyebrow raised so Ginny thought he disapproved of her clothes. She hadn't had a chance to change after she left from Ron and Hermione's.

Her red mane was open tonight, but tucked behind a thick, white headband. She wore a creamy, white lace shirt with buttons down the front; with a white tank top underneath and her favourite light pink, ruffled skirt that just skimmed her knees.

"Sorry," she said, smoothing her skirt, knowing that she didn't look like she had come for work. "I know it's really unprofessional, but I didn't get a chance to change."

"I don't care what you wear," he said. He was still wearing his robes from before. Ginny suspected he hadn't gone home and had stayed at work the whole time.

"Oh," she said, taken aback. "Oh! You weren't expecting me to come, were you?"

When he shrugged, Ginny grinned. "Ha! I came, didn't I? Just like I said I would."

Ha shook his head. "Did you come here to work, Weasley, or did you just come to talk?"

She rolled her eyes. "Work, obviously. What other reason would drag me here at such an insane hour to see you?"

When he raised his eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth, Ginny blushed, understanding what she meant. "Let's go, before I make a bigger fool out of myself," she said, the second part mostly to herself.

As they walked along the corridor, Ginny could swear she heard him chortling. She thought she must have been imagining it. She had never heard Malfoy laugh and she doubted it would happen any time soon.

"Do you know where you're going?" he asked her, after five minutes of walking through the empty halls, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

Ginny turned to see him standing in front of a door a few feet away from her.

"No," she said.

He whipped out his wand, waved it around silently and then the door swung open.

Inside, there was a case of stairs, which Malfoy began to climb.

She followed him up until they reached a large room with several tables with cauldrons atop them, with scales and tools on the side. They were in a Potions lab.

"Wait here," he muttered, walking down the long room to door at the other end. He opened it and she heard some clanking of glass as he fiddled around.

He came back out with a potion bottle in his hand, a murky green colour. He popped the cork and dropped all the contents into the empty cauldron nearest them.

"That's the Polyjuice potion," he said, picking up a ladle and mixing the liquid around.

"That?" Ginny said. "Don't we have to add anything to it?"

He shook his head, done mixing. "It's like an instant Polyjuice. The ingredients have already been mixed in the right amounts. All we need to do is to cut up some fresh knotgrass and let it simmer and thicken for two days."

Ginny walked to the cupboard on the side and found the knotgrass. She chopped it up into small pieces, remembering how she had lost marks for her thick pieces when she had been given her Auror exam. She dumped them in when she was done and stirred it.

"And what about the blood of Jones?" she asked, surprised by how easy it was.

"We'll add that on Monday morning before I drink it," he said, turning to walk out.

"That's it?" she said, following him down the stairs.

He nodded, shutting the door behind them. "I told you I could have done it myself."

"But it was so much more amusing when I helped," she joked. "So, on Monday we'll go to Borgin and Burkes again, right?"

Malfoy said, "Yes. Don't be late on Monday. We'll need to start right away." They had reached the foyer now, which was the point for Apparition.

"I won't be," she reassured him. She pushed the strap of her purse up and said, "Bye then."

But her goodbye was in vain. He was no longer there. He had Disapparated.

Ginny fumed. He thought he could just get rid of her like that, did he? If he thought that, then he had another thing coming.

A/N- Haha, wait till you read the part about the Polyjuice Potion! I am currently writing the next chapter, although I'm not very far in it. I can't remember what happens, except the Polyjuice potion bit, an angry Draco and some more planning! ;) Hopefully there should be more fun coming up, so stay tuned. But you should all know, that it probably won't be up for two weeks maximum. I'm so busy these days. In the meantime, keep reviewing!