Hermione was furious; she couldn't wait until she got her hands on the Weasel! How dare he? How dare he do that and in front of all those people – Draco and Blaise as well! She'd never wanted anyone so dead – after Harry Potter of course – in her life. It would take forever to get that out of her mouth.

Ronald Billius Weasley had kissed her. Yes, he had kissed her! He had kissed her in front of everyone who was in the Entrance Hall making their way down to dinner, and then immediately thought that she was his girlfriend!

"Ronald Weasley," she hissed, through clenched teeth, as she stormed round a corner, "if I were you, I'd look out! Hermione Anneliese Ebony Riddle is going to Unforgivable you into oblivion!"

The memory of what had happened, no more than half an hour ago, kept replaying in her mind and it made her want to vomit even more than she already had. What had he been eating before he did that little stunt – Hippogriff dung? She remembered struggling against the kiss, and he, Weasley being Weasley, hadn't got the message until he had to be given a good thwack on the arm. She then remembered looking around to see Draco's face ripped in to disgust, anger and jealousy that she made a mental note to make sure to never make his beautiful face look like that again… and Blaise's face – well, let's not even go there! She knew that both her cousin and boyfriend were mentally scarred for life by what had happened, and she even more so – they would all, probably, be having nightmares about it for weeks.

"So," Ron had said, a giddy smile across his face, after he massaged his shoulder, "you're my girlfriend now?"

Hermione's face had paled and giving a look of pure death to dear old Ronald, she quickly turned on her heel and fled to the nearest toilet so she could throw up for the next fifteen minutes before heading back to her Heads Common Room where Draco – and possibly Blaise too – would be waiting to give her a lecture about letting a blood traitor – "and Weasley at that" she could imagine Blaise's reprimand – KISS HER.

She finally found herself outside the picture of Lady Dabria, where she was standing on the edge of the cliff as the sun was setting, which led her in to the Head's Common Room. She gritted out the password ("Slythendor") and nearly wrenched the portrait off its hinges as soon as it started to swing open; Lady Dabria squealed out in shock and Hermione found herself rolling her eyes at the portrait.

She, as predicted, entered the Common Room to find two very angry Slytherin boys waiting for her. She let out a frustrated sigh; she didn't need this right now. Deciding to get it over and done with though, she slowly made her way over to where Draco was sitting, keeping eye contact with him the whole time, trying to reassure him. As soon as she sat down, the questions started.

"What was that for, Hermione?" Blaise all but roared, as he leapt up from the sofa, "How could you let a blood traitor – and Weasley at that – kiss you in such a way! It's bad enough when you have to hug them – to make them feel appreciated – but when you kiss one of them, kiss one of them Mia, that is taking it one step too far!"

"For your information, my dear cousin," Hermione snapped, her arms folded, teeth bared, "Weasel kissed me, not the other way round. And, if you'd have been paying attention on what else was happening apart from Weasley's lips glued to mine, you two would've noticed that I was struggling to get him off of me! When he finally did pull away, it was after I had to give him a good smack on the shoulder, and even then I think he took the thwack as a message that I couldn't breathe and not that I was firstly humiliated, secondly disgusted and thirdly completely angered by the little stunt he pulled!" Blaise looked at the floor guilty, "And also, for you information Blaise, I have just come from the girls toilets after constantly throwing up for the past fifteen minutes! So, what do you have to say to me?"

"Sorry," Blaise mumbled, growing red in the face, "it's just that from where we were standing we thought (Draco glared at him) – well, okay, I thought you enjoyed it."

"YOU THOUGHT WHAT?" Hermione screamed, her face turning a sickly green at the thought of enjoying a kiss with Weasley, "never, in a million years will I enjoy a kiss with Weasley – and just to let you know Draco, he's a crap kisser so you don't have any competition."

"Good." Draco said, happy that Weasley wasn't good at something; well, he wasn't good at most things but that wasn't the point, "besides, my dear Hermione, no one is as good a kisser as me!" he smirked as Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Draco, soon your ego will be so huge that you'll burst," Hermione smiled sweetly, as Draco blushed and Blaise snorted, "And then where will I be? I'd be alone, loveless and a spinster for the rest of my life – you wouldn't want that to happen now would you?"

Draco shook his head and replied, "I don't want that to happen to you, Mia. I don't think I'd be able to see you upset."

"Good," Hermione teased, "so if I were you, deflate your ego a bit."

"Yes, love," Draco whispered placing a kiss on her forehead as he wrapped an arm around her, "but what are we going to do about Weasley? He's expecting to be your boyfriend now – that's why he did what he did, I bet – and so is everyone else."

Hermione groaned and she hid her face into Draco's neck; she'd forgotten about that little problem. "Way to spoil the mood, Dray," she moaned into his shoulder, "this is all I need."

"Tell me about it," Blaise sighed, "if you go along with this scheme, Draco will probably lose his mind. But, it might be beneficial…" Draco and Hermione shared a look at this and turned back to Blaise who seemed to be pondering something.

"Blaise," Hermione stated warningly, "what are you thinking of now?"

"Well, if you did go out with Weasley," Blaise started slowly, "we'd be able to find out his weaknesses –"

"Isn't that what Ginny's for?" Draco asked, "after all, she's known them all her life; isn't she bound to know this stuff?"

"Yes," Blaise answered, "but she's not going to know everything about her family, is she? And, besides, Ron's bound to tell Hermione anything if she's his girlfriend isn't he?"

"Possibly," Hermione agreed nodding her head, "but it doesn't mean I'm happy with this. If anything, I'll have to speak to Daddy first – see what he thinks about it. I'll only do it if Daddy says so, okay?"

Blaise nodded and then turned to Draco who, you could tell, wasn't happy about this scheme at all. Running through a hand through his hair he made his opinion know, "I don't like this," he explained, "I don't think any of us do and, if your father agrees, I'll do my best to not do anything rash – like Unforgivable the traitor – if you tell Weaselbe to take it slow, Mia. And when I say take it slow I mean snail's pace slow. Holding hands and hugs I can cope with; a peck on the cheek I'll survive but if he ever puts his lips on yours, I swear to Merlin I'll kill him."

"I promise Draco," Hermione rolled her eyes, "but if I had it my way I won't even be getting to the kiss on the cheek part. Holding hands and hugs, is as far as I want to go with Weasley."

Lord Voldemort lay in his bed that night, going over the plans on the attack in Diagon Alley that was to happen in the next couple of days when he heard the tapping on the window, where rain was slowly falling outside. He looked up to see his daughter's owl, Hero, fluttering madly outside, a letter tied to her leg, feathers dripping with the rain drops.

He slowly got out of bed, not wanting to disturb his wife, Anneliese, who was sleeping silently her long curly black hair cascading along the Slytherin green pillows. He made his way over to the window and opened it up as Hero gratefully glided in, perching herself on Annie's dresser. The former Tom Riddle smiled, a true smile, as he thought of his little girl. He untied the letter, waving his hand so treats appeared for the owl, and made his way back to bed. Once under the warm covers, Voldemort, glad that his legs were once again veiled in warmth, opened the letter from Hermione and began to read:

Dear Daddy,

Hope all is well with you and would you please send my hello's to Mummy, too. School is going fine so far; me, Blaise, Pansy and Draco are all settling down and we're taking our responsibilities very seriously. They send their love too and can't wait to see you over Christmas – by the way, what do you want for Christmas and can you ask Mummy that too?

As you asked, I have found a suitable candidate for the Dark Mark and she is very willing to become a Death Eater and prove herself to you. Even though my choice might be a bit… surprising and that you might think it's a trick, I, on the other hand, know different. Even though her family comes from a long line of Blood Traitor's, she has never felt the same way as them and understands your reasons fully. You are probably wandering who the girl I'm talking about is ("she's got that right," Voldemort mumbled before carrying on) and, I can reveal, that it is Ginny Weasley, a very dear friend of mine who has always felt as "odd" in her family.

As you're fully aware, most of Ginny's family – excluding Percy – are in the Order of the Phoenix and are bound to tell her information thinking that she can be trusted with it; but of course she won't be because she'll be then sending the information to you through me. She has also confessed that she likes a certain cousin of mine (by that I mean Blaise) and I was wandering if Mummy had any advice on how to get them together – don't ask why, Daddy but they seem very well suited to each other.

There is also another case which involves me and a certain Ronald Weasley. Only hours ago, as me Potty and himself made our way down to dinner, he all of a sudden kissed me in front of all these students; well, as you can probably tell, I was humiliated, disgusted and furious that Weaselbe had done this to me! Now, thanks to his little stunt, everyone is going to think that I'm his girlfriend when I'm not – I only want Draco, as you full well know – but, after talking it through with Blaise and Draco, Blaise came up with an idea. Even though I'm not happy with this idea – none of us are, especially Draco as you could imagine – we think it'll be beneficial for your cause. We have come up with the idea that I pretend to go out with Ron and find out stuff – he's bound to tell me because I'd be his "girlfriend" – that he wouldn't normally tell anyone. We've decided to call this project "The Weaknesses of the Weasley" but will only go ahead with it if you give us you're consent.

If for some reason you do agree to this, please DO NOT tell my dear brother. I really would prefer not to have another 15 Howlers sent to me.

I'll expect an owl from you in a couple of days but you don't have to rush (I want to keep this idea of Weaselbe and me as far away as possible, but as always "desperate times call for desperate measures) but when I do hear from you, it'll be a pleasant surprise.

Love from

Hermione xxx

Tom chuckled; oh his little girl was growing up – she had her mother's brains; that was for sure… Oh and what a surprise that the youngest Weasley was whom his daughter had found. It was just perfect – the Order wouldn't know what had hit them.

He scanned the letter again making mental notes here and there because not all of them concerned him. Then he came across the Weasel plan; he was absolutely furious with what the youngest Weasley son had done, but what his daughter had said was true. If she went out with him then she'd find out his weaknesses; he didn't have to like it, no he hated it, but as it could end up beneficial for his cause… Well, then, he'd have to agree to the idea. Hopefully his future son-in-law wouldn't get to hot-headed (he knew all about the Malfoy temper), but, he knew that young Mr. Malfoy had every right to be.

And Zane would definitely not be happy to know about this plan. 15? Tom knew Zane had not been happy when he found out his little sister was dating a Malfoy, but he didn't know he had gone so overboard. Mia was probably right, it might be a good idea to keep this quiet for a while…

He glanced up at the clock which was just hanging over a portrait of Annaliese with Hermione when she was a baby, to see that it was gone midnight. Wanting to get to sleep sometime that evening, Voldemort decided that he'd write to Hermione sometime today (it's already gone midnight so technically it'd be today) and finalize the attack on Diagon Alley too.

Sighing he placed all his sheets onto the bedside table beside him, before blowing out the candles and falling into a restful slumber, his dreams filled with his family and hopes for the future..