torch, torch@doubleagent.org
July 2, 2003
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Ron, Draco, paper
Ron thrust out his fist, because he couldn't unclench it anyway. Then he winced, looking at Hermione's flat hand. "I'm sorry," she said. "Paper wraps rock. Don't worry, you'll do fine."
"I don't want to do it at all!" Ron said indignantly, voice rising over the pub din.
"Well, we need any advantage we can get. Try to make him talk about what Lucius is planning."
"Yeah, like that won't make him suspicious," Ron muttered. He squared his shoulders and snagged the sleeve of a very drunk Draco Malfoy as he staggered past. "Oi, Malfoy. Fancy a shag, then?"