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Thank you anyone who is still reading this story. I've been working on it for years now. Writing off and on. I had a very long off time this time around, but I will finish it. Actually this should be finished shortly(ish). Thanks for reviews. I know editing is far from perfect. Hope you enjoy

CHAPTER 33: Seers are a Bitch

Malfoy was finishing up his late night rounds. He’d had high hopes of going straight to his dorm and getting at least five hours of sleep. He wanted to be well rested because he wanted, no need, to wake early tomorrow and find Hermione. He had a fresh determination to get into the Room of Requirements or at the very least speak to her. He vowed, that if tomorrow’s attempt failed, he would finally brake down and use the scar (if he could even figure out how to). But all his grand ideas had been shot to hell when Snape sent him a letter requesting his presence down in the potions room after rounds. He found he disliked Snape more than ever. Draco didn’t care what the state of the world was, a Malfoy had to get their beauty sleep.

            Anxiety and tiredness worked at Draco until finally he ordered Cleverfeild, who was one of the few non-Slytherin students willing to take rounds for his house, to finish the last twenty minutes alone. He didn’t seem to be over come with disappointed at the idea of Draco leaving. Oh well, maybe he hated Draco as much as Draco didn’t give a shit about him.

            Draco knew that Snape would be back from the Manor by now. He was determined to get some sleep tonight even if Snape punished him later for leaving rounds early.

            His feet guided him without much thought to the potions room. It seemed to have taken no time at all, and when Draco looked back he couldn’t seem to remember the walk at all. He could remember only his thoughts of Hermione. He shook his head. It was best, when going into the lion’s den, to keep personal thoughts and memories buried deep. He didn’t believe himself to be in any danger, but you didn’t survive long as a Death Eater if you didn’t anticipate the possibility of violence and magic.

            The door was slightly ajar. It wasn’t odd for Snape when he was expecting visitors, but Draco was at least twenty minutes early. Draco was just going to walk in with his wand pointed towards the ground when he heard a rough wheezing giggle. The sound made his blood run cold. After a few choice words the night of the battle and a few misplaced spells Amycus and Draco hadn’t seen one another.

            He was surprised to hear Amycus in Snape’s classroom, let alone laughing. Snape had been beyond enraged when he accused Amycus of purposefully excluding him when the decree had arrived. There had been blood spilled on both sides, but Snape was a force to be reckoned with.

            Draco stood very still. He was almost going to turn around and wait. He had wanted to keep himself hidden from view of Amycus, for seeing Draco seemed to put an even more evil glint in his eyes. But, something in the tension of their voices stopped him. Unease crept through his body. He stood there and listened.

            “Still no word on the missing students?” Amycus’ cool voice rang out. “Our Lord will be most unhappy with you Severus.”

            “Don’t presume to threaten me. I know full well those students have not gotten far. I would worry more about myself if I were you. He will be most unpleased that you didn’t see it fit to include me in the dealings. Maybe an extra pair of eyes would have stopped the un…fortunate misshape in the first place.”

            “Aye, on this you may be right Severus. His Lord will be most unpleased with me.” That was odd coming from Amycus. He never admitted to any wrongdoings. He was considered at least third or fourth rank among his Lord’s top Death Eaters, and often thought himself above reproach. “But, he will still be unhappy with you as well. The boy has yet to surface and he may not be appeased with the Lovegood girl. I’ve come here because I think we can help each other.”

            “And how can you help me?”

            “Tisk. Tisk Snape. You forget yourself. I am still one of his Lord’s favorites. I didn’t get to where I am because am soft and stupid like so many of his followers. You have kept me far from this place till now. I have skills to help you find this lot. Let me back on school grounds. Let me help you find these missing students.”

            “And, pray tell me Amycus, what is in it for you? His Lord may find it in his heart to show you some mercy if you can find these missing students and bring him the Wesaley girl, but you won’t go unpunished non the less. You hate me. Oh don’t protest! We both know it is true. Would it not serve your purposes better to let me take the fall for the continued absence of these troublesome students? What do you have to gain?"

            Draco has been thinking the same thing. His heart was pounding in his chest. Amycus was up to something and it could be no good.

            “The girl.”

            “I assume you mean Hermione Granger.”

            “Yes. The mudblood.”

            “You have been chasing her for some time now Amycus. I have seen you covet things others want...often, but never this intensely. Why do you want her? And don’t pretend that it is to break her. There are many like her to be broken.”

            “Than to piss off the Malfoy boy. The Malfoys are a shamefully arrogant lot. The boy is no matter. I’d love nothing more than to see the whole family lose…everything. Did you see the look on Malfoy’s face after Beddingfeild got through with him? He is a master of his craft. Malfoy’s still in the dungeon.” Amycus wheezing giggled poisoned the air once more.

            Draco’s thoughts grew dark, Beddingfeild was one of the dark Lord’s torturers. Scary as fuck and good at what he did. No one went willingly to Beddingfeild. He wasn’t one of the top ranking members in the Dark Lord’s court, but he could have been. Voldemort had a fondness for him, but Beddingfeild preferred to stay away from political issues or missions, and instead did his serving in the dungeons. Malfoy had come to believe that Beddingfeild held no real loyalty to either side. Kept only at Lord Voldemort’s side because he could do what he loved most in the world; breaking the human spirit, spilling their blood. Draco wanted to curse Amycus through the door.

            “I don’t buy that either. There is something you are not telling me. If I am to agree to this I will know the truth behind your actions.”

   “I have told you the…” And suddenly Snape yelled,

            “Legilimens.”

            Draco’s breath caught as he heard Amycus struggle to tell Snape to stop. All the Death Eaters were well versed in the arts of Occlumency. Snape had been smart to take Amycus off guard for he wouldn’t be able to stay in his mind long.

            Amycus breathing became unlabored. “That memory you won’t touch SNAPE!”

            “Don’t you even think of raising your wand Amycus for it matters not. I have seen what I needed to! Oh, you have been a very naughty boy. Our Lord’s seer had a vision in front of you and you alone. You didn’t tell him did you? DID YOU?!”

   Draco didn’t hear an answer but it must have been a no because Snape chuckled darkly. “Some thoughts are better left in a pensive or buried deep in the recesses of our minds Amycus. This could be a death sentence that you have heard a vision and kept it from him.”

            Amycus made no answer so Snape kept pressing. “Why?”

            “Would you tell him? Would you have run off and told him that to solidify his power over all of us it would take less than what he imagines. I didn’t take you for that loyal of a follower. He is strong and so he leads but we have seen his increasing madness over the last months. He is obsessed with this worthless boy and these treasures of great power he seeks, but of which he will tell no one about. Do you think he truly believes what he tells us of cleansing the wizarding world or do you, like I, know it is merely a means to an end?”

            “These are words of treason. Even just hearing them could get me killed. You have always been the most loyal of his followers besides myself and Bellitrix and now…”

            “I have continued to follow him because he is strong enough to bring the changes we need in our world. The mudbloods have weakened us all. Made our kind a soft lot. There was a time when we were feared and honored.”

            “That was long ago. Long before even our great grand parents were alive. You speak as if you know.”

            “But I do. I see it in my dreams. I will follow any man who can give us what we once had. Even if he is mad. Hell, even more so if he is mad. But I will not let him take us this far to falter. He is obsessed with one insignificant boy. Potter will be his down fall because he will allow him to be. And there is always better men to lead.”

            “You mean yourself.”

            “I never said that.”

            “But you implied it.” Amycus giggled and nothing more. It sent shivers down his spine. He had known all the Death Eaters, even including himself at one point, were power hungry. Most would stab you in the back to get one ounce more power and prestige, but to plot against the most powerful man in the wizarding world was suicide, and yet Draco knew he was not hearing things. Was Voldemort’s madness finally causing disarray in his own household?

            “Truth between us Snape. Would you see this all for not.”

            “You will not get me to renounce our Lord but no I would not see this all for not.”

            “Than to spill her blood would bring us all what we need.”

            “Visions change. The fates change. It was what five months ago you heard of this vision. Have things changed? Why her?”

            “No, I have heard of no change, but until he left he kept the seer close, but to my knowledge she has seen nothing or at least nothing she is willing to share. The Lord has been most unhappy with her. But she plainly said to me as she was over come, ‘The unclean virgin must be taken and her blood than spilled in a traitors home upon the floor before all the soul is destroyed. This death and blood will bring him forward before the time is ready. The silver dragon will mark her but she will have given it away. Who ever takes her must bring her death and only then will he be fit to take what he sees as rightfully his.’ I knew it would have to be someone close to the boy. What else could the seer mean by ‘it will bring him forward?’ And the only one close to him with dirty blood is Granger.”

            “And the silver dragon?”

            “That was odd to me at first too. She never had anything dragon related on her body or any connections to dragons, obviously, through her mudblood family, but than I noticed this odd connection between her and the young Malfoy boy. Draco means dragon and while the Malfoy’s may forget their past I do not. The Malfoy family was once long ago associated with silver making. Sliver Dragon.”

            “Ahhh. Very good Amycus.”

            “Oh but Snape I saw more. The night I finally planed on taking the girls life before the young Malfoy kept me from her I noticed something on him. A sliver dragon necklace.” Draco grasped at his neck and then remembered he had thrown the necklace back to Hermione. Shit.

            “It could have well been a gift from his father or mother.”

            “True, but it all seems too odd, no? I thought there no better spot to spill her blood than the dungeons, which has always been home to traitors. And inside the home of Dumbledore? The biggest traitor to the wizarding world? There could be no better place.”

            “How can I let you go unpunished Amycus? His Lord will see this for what it is…treason.”

            “If you tell him.”

            “What else do you propose?”

            “Let us see who gets the girl first. Who ever takes her madien-head spills her blood first will have their reward. No?”

            “I see. And what about the part in the vision about the souls?”

            “That I do not know. Nor do I know why the young Malfoy has taken an interest in her. Is it just as he says or does he know of the vision as well? The seer didn’t remember what she told me but it does not mean she couldn’t have give her message to another.”

            “I highly doubt this Amycus.”

            “Than the girl is rightfully mine.”

            “Or mine.” Snape observed. Amycus wheezed an agreeing giggle, but Snape’s tone sounded tried as if he was not at all pleased. Than why would he agree to such a thing? He had never known Snape to be more ambitious than necessary. Did he truly want to be Lord? He felt sick to his stomach. Nothing he did would keep Hermione alive.

            “One more question Amycus, why did you seek to rape the girl if the prophecy says to take virgin blood? Do you know truly she is a virgin?”

            “Who would touch a mudblood with out cause? But I have done my research Snape. When I first heard of the prophecy I got close enough to the mudblood to do a quick virginity spell. Her hymen was intact then and her only possible lover has gone with Potter. And according to the prophecy it says she must be taken and then her blood spilled by the one who took her. I can only assume this to mean she must be taken in the carnal sense. I was going to cut her pretty little neck while I fucked her, but that arrogant prick Draco stopped me. ”

            Draco shivered and he was almost sure he could hear Snape shiver as well. He thought about Hermione and felt bile rise. He remembered their first time and how unbelievably tight she had been. How he had to push his way through her cannel inch by amazing inch. It had been a moment he had pleasured himself to over and over, but Amycus’ words had put a taint to the memory. He would see Hermione dead but it would be in vain for Hermione’s blood may be dirty but her virginity was no longer intact. It had been stupid to assume that a girl like Hermione would stay a virgin forever, even with her dirty blood, but Amycus could not see past it. Could not see that others did not look at Hermione the way he did, but it would get her killed non-the-less. And than Draco had another scary thought…if he was the one who had taken Hermione’s virginity that meant, according to the prophecy, he would have to be the one too…but he couldn’t…even for ALL that power….

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            It was Ginny who yelled, “HARRY!?” She leapt up but Aberforth pushed her back down.

            “Shhh. Are you stupid girl? There is no way the boy could be here but screaming his name and running into the streets would do no one any good.” There was suddenly more yelling. All four looked at each other with unbelieving eyes because they all knew those voices.

            Aberforth ran past them and out the storage room and into the street in the ally. The lot got up to follow him but found the door had been magically barred. Hermione tried to undo it but to no avail. There was shouting and loud bands. Ginny clung close to Seamus and Neville close to Hermione.

            Suddenly Aberforth was dragging in two figures by the collar of their necks.

            “Let us bloody go!” Hermione flew out of Neville’s embrace and into the figures arms.

            “RON! OH RON!”

            “Hermione?! What the bloody hell is going on here? Ginny? Neville? Seamus? Who is this bloke?” But eventually he hugged her back.

            “Ron,” Harry stated. “We owe this man our life! And what the bloody hell are you all doing here?”

            “No time to explain boys.” Aberforth said. “The Death Eaters won’t be knocked out forever and I will have to erase their minds sooner than later before they are missed. You’re just lucky you made that much noise in the ally way and not in the street. Fiery one take these two idiots back to the school.” Ginny was crying and hugging Harry who looked shocked and bloody.

            Hermione and Ginny traded places while Neville and Seamus patted the boys on the back asking all kinds of questions but Abe interrupted. “I said go now! Explain later. They will wake soon. I’m not sure how you boys got in here but your lucky you are alive! I will see you all at seven tomorrow although this may change a lot. GO!!”

            Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand as if she would never let go again. “I was afraid I may never see you again Hermione.” Harry’s smile was tired but real. She couldn’t help it, she cried as they ran to the tunnel. She pushed them all through before she returned to Abe and gave him a huge hug. For one moment he let her and there was a sudden ease to his body. Then he pushed her away.

            “Go little pushy one. I will be well.” She stumbled in after the group still in tears of joy and bewilderment. All would be right for a time. Ron and Harry were back in her life.

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            A bell rang out in Snape’s classroom. Both men stopped talking. “That means they have found something in Hogsmead.” Draco didn’t think he could feel anymore sick, but he thoughts raced right to Hermione. Could she and her stupid ban of loyal followers have found away into Hogsmead with out realizing the dangers. It sounded like Hermione.

            “The students?”

            “We must go.”

            He heard footsteps heading towards the door and did the only thing he could think of. As Snape lead the way out of the room Draco pretended to have bumped into him.

            “Snape. I am sorry for my late arrival I…” He pretended to just notice Amycus but didn’t hide the disdain in his eyes. “Amycus.” He spit.

            “Mr. Malfoy. The meeting is cut short. There is news in Hogsmead. See to it you go back to your dorm.”

            “I would come and help you.”

            “Fine, but make sure you are of some use and keep up.” Snape and Amycus pushed past him and he had to jog to keep up. He leered at Amycus’ back and thoughts of ways to murder the son of a bitch. It kept his mind off what they may find in Hogsmead.

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            There was no time for talk when the mass of students set their eyes upon Harry and Ron. The group swarmed the lot of them hugging, dancing, and yelling for joy. At once all the things they had fought for went from abstract to present. Drinks, food, and merriment spun around the room in a swirl of beautiful chaos. Hermione actually enjoyed the festivities. It brought a light to all their eyes that hadn’t been there in months.

            When finally everyone else had drunk, questioned, and eaten themselves into a deep sleep Hermione and the rest explain what had all happened at school since the boys had been gone, including their plans to rescue Luna. Ron and Harry were insisting on coming. Harry, like always, felt responsible for her capture. Ginny, who couldn’t seem to part herself away from either, was fighting Harry on this account.

            “No way. You’re not going. That’s exactly what they want. You’ll fall right into their trap. Your guilt and love will be your undoing Harry.” Her face was as red as her hair. And she reminded Hermione of her mother.

            “Wouldn’t you want me to come find you Ginny? Would you want me to leave you there to…to rot? Because of me?!”

            “Keep your voice down. And, if it meant keeping you safe than yes. I don’t know what the two of you have been up too but I know it is more important than one person. If you are caught Harry it would all be for nothing.”

            “My life isn’t more precious then anyone else’s Ginny. Come on you guys make her see sense.”

            “She is right,” Neville said looking down almost as if ashamed to admit the truth. “I love Ginny and Luna. All you guys, but no one is more important right now than you Harry. You can’t come with us. We will get her out of there.”

            Before Harry could protest more Ron spoke up. “So you’re bloody pals with Malfoy now?”

            “It’s not like that,” Ginny spat. “We don’t have time for this. None of us really like it but you heard the story Ronald they saved our lives.”

            Hermione just wanted to change the subject. “Why did you two come here? What in the bloody hell were you thinking?”

            Ron and Harry looked at each other as if trying to think about how much to give away. Hermione understood that it must be about the Hurcruxes. Harry spoke first, “We came looking for something. We have to find it soon, but I think Luna’s life is more important. We didn’t plan on coming here this soon, but we didn’t have a chose.”

            “So you didn’t come here to stay,” Seamus finally said. It was first time he had said more than two words since the boys had come home.

            “I’m afraid not,” Harry stated looking sad at this.

            “They won’t understand that,” Seamus said pointing to all the sleeping students.

            “They don’t have to,” Harry said a bit angrily. “I want nothing more than to stay here for more than a few hours or days, but we don’t have that time right now.”

   When Harry couldn’t be persuaded to stay behind on the mission to rescue Luna Ginny, Neville, and Seamus left the three of them alone to talk. Only after Harry promised to sleep by Ginny when they were done.

            They talked for a while. Hermione found out that indeed Dean had gotten to them before he had run off. He hadn’t been heard from after that. To no great surprise, seeing as Ron and Harry couldn’t stay in one area long. The sword had been just the trick. They had destroyed the necklace, which had turned out to be on Umbridge’s foul neck. They were indeed the ones who had gone into Gringots and stolen something from Belitrix’s personal safe. It had been a goblet. Now they were looking for the Rowena Ravenclaw’s – Hogwart’s co-founded- crown. But, where to look for it in an entire castle? The journal, ring, goblet, and necklace had all been found and destroyed. But even knowing what the fifth Hurcruxes most likely was, it still left them with two unknown pieces of souls.

            Ron and Harry looked tired and she felt for them. They needed sleep she told them. Abe would be sending a message early for them to come down and figure out who would be leaving. She got Harry and Ron to promise that if indeed only one of them could make it through the barrier it would not be either of them. They were stay here and search for the Hurcurx. Harry seemed to think that a piece of Voldemort’s soul may well be in the manor or with Voldemort himself. But when Hermione said she could look just as well as them, and that according to Draco Voldemort wasn’t in England Harry stopped arguing. Though he looked distressed at the idea of Voldemort looking for something. Hermione didn’t want hear about the Deathly Hallows anymore that night though. Harry went off to sleep with Ginny.

            Hermione allowed Ron to sleep next to her, but put a quick end to his attempts to kiss her neck. It was nice to have the comfort of a warm caring body near her, but she didn’t love Ron that way. She longed to see Draco. So much so she ached. She didn’t get to sleep until close to midnight, but she didn’t stay asleep long.

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            Draco cursed at having been forced to spend so much time searching for nothing in Hogsmead. Though, he realized, he should be happy that it was nothing at all. He was so god dame tired though, and his plans to find Hermione had been forted. As he stepped into the common room in his dorm he was met with the faces of Zabini and Pansy.

            He was too tired to be angry, “How in Merlin’s sweet beard did you two get in here.”

            “It wasn’t easy,” was all Pansy replied.

            “What is going on?”

            “We’ve been waiting along time for you to come.” Draco could see the wizards chessboard was out. “We have news, but I don’t know if it will be too late. Have you gotten a hold of the…of Granger yet?”

            “No. And I am bloody tired. What is going on?”

            “It’s the manor. Where they are keeping the Lovegood girl. We got word that it will be mostly empty for the night. There are several raids being conducted by most of the members tonight. We managed to be excluded in order to come here and find you. There will be no better night Draco.”

            “It’s already twelve thirty at night. Do you know when these raid will end?”

            “Who knows? But it’s more likely that the manor will be empty for hours still. I can’t imagine a better time.”

            “I haven’t thought of how to get them in yet. I haven’t been able to get a hold of the blasted bitch.” Pancy laughed at this.

            “We have thought of this,” She said. “Use this.” She pulled out a bottle. “Polyjuice Potion of course. The manor only allows those who bare the mark to enter, but it doesn’t have the magical ability to distinguish who is who. We give two of them the potion and make them all go in with us. We have a good number of people on our side then and if we do see someone they wouldn’t be the wiser.”

            “Unless of course they see two of Pansy and I, but we plan on being the look outs.”

            Draco had to admit it was good. As good of a plan as they were going to come up with at such short notice. “Fine, I’ll find away to get a hold of Granger. You have more of that potion?”

            “Sure do in my dorm room. I stole it from Snape. He had quite a lot of it stored. I didn’t think he would miss a few vials.”

            “Good, go back and get a few more bottles and meet me back here in no more than thirty minutes. Zabini do you still have some of that confusion powder your mother gave you for Christmas?”



   “Some.”

            “Good, go get it. And, lets actually meet in thirty minutes in front of the RR. I’ll think of a good reason why we would be showing up at the manor this late.”

            “I’ve thought of that too,” Pansy smiled. She picked up a letter off his table that Draco hadn’t seen before. “Sorry, it was sitting here just looking so lonely. It’s a letter from your mother. Seems Beddingfeild was a little over zealous with your father and she is worried about his health. No healers are allowed to help your father so she has been doing it all herself. She seems to wish you would come visit her soon.” Even though it hurt his heart to think of his mother so vexed he remembered why he had once been in love with Pansy. She may be too emotional when it came to love and sex, but she was one cunning, morbid, wicked bitch. “You were ooooo so upset to hear about your father’s punishment you came to make sure he and your mother we alright. We came in order to stop you from doing anything stupid.”

            “Lovely, isn’t she?” Zabmini stated looked both awed and disturbed. “Really a terrible little bitch.”

            Pansy handed the letter to Draco with a smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She knew what she was and she’d come to terms with it. The only reason she was here was because the only two people who had ever really cared about her and stuck by here, even if it was in a fucked up way, were the two boys standing in this room.

            They went there separate ways. And now came the part Draco had been dreading for weeks. He pressed the scar and thought about Hermione. Thought about all what he wanted to tell her and where to meet. He created a visual story in his mind and tried to give it to her. And he felt her. Saw her in his mind’s eye. He wasn’t sure if he was causing her reactions or not, but it felt more like a true conversation then a day dream. He did this until the pain was almost too much to bear. He hoped that would do the trick. He smirked, maybe he had added a few not so relevant ideas in there as well.

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            Hermione felt like she had awoken. She kept her eyes closed for a second demanding that her body allow her more sleep. But when the feeling of being awake couldn’t be shaken she opened her eyes. She gasped. She wasn’t in her tiny make shift bed next to Ron at all. She wasn’t even in the RR. She made to sit up, suddenly frightened. But couldn’t move at all. Her hands and feet were tied to the bed she now lay on. She made to scream when a figure stepped out of the shadows.

            “Malfoy!” She gasped. “But how.” He pointed to the scar on his chest, which was bare.

            “Are you doing this!? Is this a dream! You better untie me right now.” He shook his head.

            “I’ve always loved seeing you squirm. And you could say it’s a dream. I suppose your sleeping so this is how you’re getting my message.”

            “Message?”

            “Shhhhhh. It’s my message. My fantasy. Just give me one moment and I will tell you all.”

            “No now! I have to tell you that…”But he put his hand over her mouth and wound the other down her body. Like always with him she forgot herself. She bucked her hips and growled when she couldn’t make her hands reach him. She wanted to touch him so badly, even if it were only in a dream. His hand felt so real and solid as it slid down her stomach and reached the curls between her legs. She made noises deep in her throat and Malfoy laughed.

   She tired to regain herself. She had been waiting to hear from him for two weeks. They needed to talk now. But before she could so much as make a noice he slid two fingers inside her. She was already wet and wanton for him. He pumped his fingers inside her slow but hard. Taking his fingers almost completely out of her and slamming them back inside. She fought hard against the ropes that kept her bound; making them painful and tight on her wrists and ankles. And just as she was about to cum he pulled his fingers free of her. She cursed him loudly. All he did was laugh lightly in her ear.

            “You’ve always been a moaning, dripping wet slut in all my dreams but apparently you are in yours as well.”

            “You fucking prick…” She said struggling to chock the smirk off his face. “We don’t have…”

            “We don’t have time for this Hermione. Zabini has found out that the manor is almost completely empty of all Death Eaters and his Lordship is still out of the country. We must strike now if you’re still interested in risking your life for one stupid girl….”

            “Malfoy…” she growled.

            “ As you wish. We have it all planned out. You can only take one from your little loyal banned of followers so chose wisely and meet me out front of the RR in ten minutes. I am assuming you know where that is.” He smirked although it had a look of pain with it. He bend down and kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Till I can fuck you for real.” And he was gone.

            She awoke gasping and sweating. For a moment her wrists and ankles still ached. ‘Bloody, arrogant, sexy Malfoy,’ she cursed under her breath.

            “Hermione, are you alright?” Ron murmured. Ron who used to be an obnoxiously deep sleeper had awoken. She guessed spending countless nights on the run would do that to you. She didn’t sleep well anymore too. “No Ron I am not. Get up! You and I both have to go, right now!”

            Ron sat straight up lighting his wand, which Hermione hadn’t even seen him grab. My, how things had changed. She distinguished the light and yelled in the whisper. “Don’t wake anyone up. I’m serious Ron. Get your wand, bag and go to the bathroom if you need too. Meet me by the door in five minutes.”

            “What the bloody hell is going on here. I am not going anywhere until you tell me what is happening.” At least he whispered.

            Hermione grabbed his shoulders, jerking him around a little. “Do you trust me?”

            “Yes but…”

            “Do you trust me!?” She hissed.

            “Yes!” He hissed back.

            “Please just do what I am asking. I mean it do not wake up Harry or the others or I’ll leave you all behind.” She felt the movement of his head and took that for a yes. She quickly but carefully took off to find her bag which she had originally made to take with her when her, Harry and Ron were suppose to leave together. There were still books, potions, and a few knives in there. Hell she would probably never need a knife but one could never be too careful. She grabbed that and shoved the map of hogsmead in there just in case and quickly wrote a letter to her friends.

            Dear Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Seamus,

                        I know you will be terribly mad at me for leaving, yes I am gone, but I had to go. Malfoy found a clever way to get a hold of me and told me that the Malfoy manor is empty for tonight and may be our only chance to get in. I will look for what you asked Harry if there is time. Do not try and come and find me. By time you receive this it will either have gone well or not. You all most have faith in me that I can do this. Malfoy said I could only take one of you and Ron was sleeping next to me so…Ginny don’t be too mad this way Harry can’t go crusading off to be a hero (Sorry Harry). I promise to keep your brother safe at all coast and bring Luna back safe and sound. I have trust in Malfoy and you all have trust in me. If I don’t come back safe Ginny, Neville and Seamus I trust you will keep the DA going and help Harry. Harry let Neville and Seamus meet with Abe. Take Ginny and look for it. You will only have a few hours. Abe pass it good for two P.M. It will take him out near the ministry of magic. I will have Ron meet you there and than I will take the pass back at five PM back to Hogwarts as Abe. If Ron and I don’t show up by then just leave us. Don’t look back. Finish what has been started.

I love you all very much,

            Make sure you bring something of Abe’s hair to put in the polyjuice for me and bring extra

            Again all my love and we will see each other again….

HG

            Ron bumped into her in the dark and this both hissed curses.

            “Merlin Ronald, really?”

            “I just got up and your making me run around like a loon…I mean Merlin's beard your a pushy..."

   “Let’s just go already…” and if she hadn’t been feeling like throwing up from the anxiety she might have laughed… like old time…
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