‘Ouch,’ said Ron as the corner of a letter dropped from the air onto his head. Ron rubbed his head and quickly opened the letter:‘‘Ronald Weas...ey, I know what you did to Luna and I have evidence to prove it. Either you tell Harry Potter of your crime or I’ll let the Ministry know of what you did.’’Harry looked up at Ron whose face had drained of all colour; his knuckles white as he clenched the letter in a vice like grip. Draco looked on from the Slytherin table intensely. ‘Errr...Harry,’ said. " What? But I couldn't--" I know it's drastic, but that's what we need right now. If you confess your love to him, then if he loves you in the same way, he won't be able to do anything but confess his love to you. And I'll be there for moral support, and to help tear down all of the obstacles." Really?" Brit asked, relieved. "You'll be there with me?" Absolutely. But you're the one that has to do it."Brit sat there for a minute, considering. Then, slowly, she nodded.The timing, of course, was. As soon as the 4WD had been taken off the trailer, Dave drove them straight to the Sarina Sugar Shed. He had read about this place where there is a miniature mill replicating all the operations of a big sugar mill, but designed for tourists, especially school groups. Although all the equipment was mini, each apparatus was a working model of the equipment in a full mill, giving them the opportunity to see all the workings of a large sugar mill.Dave had tried to get onto a tour of a sugar mill. Please put the gun down and let's talk." What's to talk about? You told Doug when I'd be back in today; and he met me at the airport. Guess, who he saw me come off the plane with." Oh, no." Oh, yes. And it's because of you and your high and mighty ethics. You just couldn't keep your damn mouth shut." Joyie, please put the gun down before somebody gets hurt."She giggled. "You mean you don't you?" Dammit, Joyie! This is not funny."The whole time we were talking I was running through several ideas.