Do you know the enemy?
Roughly landing back at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Hermione began to pace. It wasn't long before two others pops of apparation followed her and Ron reached out to stop her pacing. "Bloody hell Hermione. What was that about? Didn't you realized he was the enemy? Why'd you freeze like that?" Behind the annoyance, concern was evident in Ron's voice.
Hermione ran a hand through her hair and replayed the last few minutes in her mind. When they arrived in Hogsmeade they had been expecting Death Eater's to be waiting, and it wasn't long before wands were drawn and hexs were flying. Somehow the Order managed to gain the upper hand, allowing Harry, Ron and Hermione to run off in search of the sword that had been hidden in the town.
The path seemed clear until he cut them off. Hermione recognized him the moment she had seen his caramel colored eyes. How many times had she found herself lost in their depths? How many nights had she opened her eyes after him snogging her senseless to see those eyes already looking at her? When she saw his eyes she froze, unable to come to terms with what it meant. Truthfully, she knew he took the mark. That had been their last fight after all. She had cried helplessly when he asked her in an almost cold tone 'What would you have me do Hermione? My father expects me to take the mark and represent the Notts proudly'.
Ron had asked if she knew who the enemy was, but Hermione supposed that was the real problem. Sometimes you know the enemy too well. For just the slightest moment she saw the eyes behind the Death Eater mask and he was the boy she knew again, the boy she loved.
