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Prologue

"Why me? Why can't you do it, Ginny?" Hermione Granger asked her best friend, exasperated. She clung to the table for support, squeezing the edge furiously. Why now? she wondered.

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just delivering the assignment." Ginny Weasley shrugged, grinning. She sipped her butterbeer, and turned back to her newspaper.

"Oh…" Hermione moaned, covering her face in her hands. "Why not you? I'm so busy at work. It's hectic this month! All these people coming in with all these horrid injuries…"

Ginny shrugged again, folded up the paper, and said, "You know, I'm busy too, helping Harry. We're really…occupied, lately. Anyway, it's not my fault the McGonagall assigned this to you." She started pacing the length Hermione's kitchen, examing the photographs on the wall.

"Guess not." Hermione sighed. Hermione turned to the sink, and began muttering spells. Immediately, the dishes started washing and drying themselves, then settled on the shelves.

"Sooo…it's definitely over with you and Ron, correct?" Ginny asked as she examined a moving picture of her brother and Hermione at their graduation. Hermione nodded, and said, "It was over; almost a year and a half ago. We just don't work. After Hogwarts…well, it was hard. We decided we were both better off."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Right," she mumbled sarcastically. "You, er, start…" she consulted a roll of parchment, "um…August 23rd. Monday."

"What? That's just two weeks away! I need to inform St. Mungos of my absences, appoint a new leader to S.P.E.W. Inc., and-and…occupied with Harry?" Hermione just realized what Ginny had said a few moments ago.

Ginny blushed, nodding happily. "Yes…in a manner of speaking!"

Hermione smiled, happy for her friend. Harry and Ginny were a perfect match…"That's really great. Now, how long will this job take?"

"Er…a few months, maybe a half a year. Not too long," Ginny said, scanning the parchment again. Hermione groaned.

"Why me?"

"McGonagall couldn't find anyone else. She's already talked to St. Mungos, and your work will be paid for, but not by the Order. The hospital will. Another reason that made McGonagall pick you is that, well, you're perfect for the job. " She smiled encouragingly. "You know, not everyone can become the Prime Minister's body guard."

"Ron could. Lupin could…oh, Merlin, I'm being selfish, aren't I?" Ginny agreed.

"But you have a right to be. McGonagall wouldn't ask you to do this if she wasn't certain that he will be in danger after his election. Whichever the people choose is the one that you'll watch over. Let's hope it's the one with the cute son!" Ginny winked, and it was Hermione's turn to roll her eyes. They laughed together, just like they used to.

"Yes, my Lord," the bowed figure said, as was procedure. "I'll start at once. All will go according to plan."

"It'd better." Lord Voldemort dismissed the Death Eater with a wave of his hand, turning to Severus Snape, who stood in the corner.

"Severus. I have a job for you…" Draco Malfoy tuned out the rest of The Dark Lord's words, smiling to himself as he left the dark room. Protecting the Prime Minister? Easy!

Hermione Granger was just 20. She had graduated Hogwarts with flying colors, and chose her future career with much consideration. Already, she was a much respected Healer at St. Mungo's, as well as the leader of S.P.E.W. Inc which specialized in the freeing of enslaved house elves.

Draco Malfoy had left Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardy at the end of his sixth year, and didn't return ever since. He became an esteemed Death Eater in Lord Voldemort's circle after the murder of many families.

Now… the two were assigned to the same job by opposing sides…