A/N: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1- The Raid

It was around midnight when spells began to light up the night sky. Flashes of light whipped around while screams pierced the cold air. The sounds came from order members and death eaters alike as both sides pushed past the pain in an attempt to change the tide of the war. The night began when the Order received a tip that the inner circle was meeting in an abandoned farmhouse near the outskirts of London. Despite numerous protest from lower ranked members, Harry jumped at the opportunity to foil the death eater's latest plans; however, as soon as the first group apparated outside the farmhouse it was clear that their intel had been wrong. Within seconds the mission went sideways, and the raid proved to be one of the worst raids in a few months. While the original goal was to quickly capture one of the higher ranked deatheaters the mission quickly turned into a fight for their lives. The deatheaters unfortunately had the upper hand outnumbering the order at least two to one. With their clear numbers advantage the deatheaters began to out flank the order. Analyzing the situation quickly Harry made a quick judgment call and yelled, "Retreat!"

His loud voice boomed over the chaos of the battle and order members began their retreat. Realizing their targets were leaving, the death eaters began attacking with renewed fervor, but the order pushed back equally as hard and began to portkey out of the forest to Grimmauld Place.

Currently Grimmauld Place was in a similar state of chaos. Orders members popping into the house almost randomly. A loud bang rang through the air as Remus Lupin crossed the threshold and came into view carrying an unconscious Tonks. "Molly! Molly! We need help over here!" he shouted as he ran to place Tonks on the table. Staring at Tonks, Remus was filled with guilt. Earlier that year he made the decision to welcome and return Tonks advances. It was his job to watch out for her during raids and various order missions. While he knew the metamorphmagus could undoubtedly take care of herself, Remus still felt protective of Nymphadora because he loved her. Remus knew he was no prize, but she accepted him for all his faults because she loved him.

"Remus, Harry what happened?" asked Molly Weasley as she a fellow order member to reach Tonks's side.

"We were ambushed. Our scouting report was wrong," cried Remus.

"Now we don't know that-," interrupted Harry. Harry had taken an unofficial leadership position in the order. With the death of their leader and the subsequent death of Voldemort, the order agreed that it was time to initiate some of the younger generation and Harry took it in stride.

"Damn it. We were outnumbered as soon as we got there! It's all my fault. I should have stuck close to her."

"Remus, I wasn't there, but I do know there was probably nothing you could have done. At least you apparated her out though," Molly said as she examined Tonks. "She is merely unconscious. Nothing is immediately wrong with her. Tonks should wake up in a few minutes tops."

"Oh, thank Merlin, but you should know I didn't apparate her out. I found her in the field outside after I portkeyed here," answered Remus.

"How can that be? The portkey's are keyed to our magical signature and only take one. She couldn't have activated it when she was-," started Harry, be he was quickly interrupted by a man looking worse for wear with one regular eye and one magical eye.

"Potter we need to do a head count."

"Look Mad-Eye I can't right at the moment. Kingsley, can you please-," he said turning to the tall man to his left.

"No problem Potter," answered Kingsley, one of the few order members who wasn't injured or tending to the injured. He left the group and began making his rounds to count the people. "Does everyone have their buddy?"

"I don't understand how could Tonks have gotten here unless someone already keyed to the wards sent her back here," concluded Molly. "Who could have done such a thing?"

However, Tonks began to stir just as Kingsley finished his rounds.

"I'm sorry Potter there's only one person still unaccounted."

Harry closed his eyes in defeat. As the chosen one he felt responsibility for every move the order made. "Who is it?"

"It's-,"

But before he could finish his sentence Nymphadora Tonks sat straight up from her position on the table. "HERMIONE!"

Five minutes ago….

Explosions rang through the forest as two women ran for their lives. The first was a woman with bubble gum pink hair though most of it was covered in dirt. The second had curly brown hair that was streaming behind her filled with various twigs and dirt.

"Tonks! We have to evacuate now! I heard Harry give the order!" yelled Hermione.

"I know! I know! I just can't find my portkey!" Tonks answered patting all of her pockets down quickly.

"What! Without your portkey you can't-," Hermione began but unfortunately in the pitch black of night the trees and their branches were barely visible. So much so that she did not see the tree stump until it was too late.

"Search everywhere. I know someone was left behind. I know I heard something! Go! Now!" Bellatrix Lestrange yelled. With her order light filled up the forest as deatheaters began to comb the forest.

"Hermione," Tonks whispered. Fear crept into her voice as the reality of the situation finally hit her. The only positive in the situation being everyone else in the order made it out.

"I'm fine," Hermione responded; however, Hermione knew she was far from fine. Her sudden fall resulted in her twisting her ankle. There was no way she could successfully make a run for it. Grasping a nearby tree for support she hiked herself up and gripped her wand in her hand. Knowing her options looked grim she raised her wand in Tonks direction.

"Hermione what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, but you have a better chance than me. Stupefy!" As soon as the spell hit Tonks, Hermione limped over to her and whispered another spell, "Ablego."

When the spell hit Tonks, she was whisked out of view and Hermione was left alone in the forest

Grimmauld Place

"She is right. Miss Granger is not here," concluded Kingsley as the previously relieved faces turned horrified.

"Hermione was with me when we were supposed to portkey out, but I told her I couldn't find mine and then she-I think she stunned me and next thing I know I'm waking up here," said Tonks.

"Hermione would never turn dark," asserted Harry. There was no way his best friend would betray the order.

"That's not what I'm saying," said an annoyed Tonks, "She knew I didn't have my portkey, so she made sure I got back here perhaps at the cost of her own life."

In the outskirts of London...

Hermione Granger was in bad shape. The pain in her ankle had not abated yet and she could hear the deatheaters closing in on her position. If Hermione Granger was to die she wanted to die fighting. By this point she clutched her wand close to her listening for any changes in the forests until two arms shot out and grabbed her.

"Granger stop fighting me. I'm here to help."

That voice was very familiar to her. I was the voice of her childhood tormenter Draco Malfoy. She slowly turned around.

"Here to help," Hermione spat, "More like here to finish me off." She had finally gotten a good glimpse at Draco Malfoy. No one had seen him in years, not since he had let Voldemort's inner circle into Hogwarts. His trademark blond hair illuminated in the moonlight, but that is where the similarities from their school days stopped. The years had been good to him as Malfoy was no longer skinny, but he was muscular. With much resignation, Hermione had to admit that he was very attractive.

"How dare you! You actually think I'm with them," Malfoy said his grey eyes glinted with anger.

"Well what do you want me to say? You are holding me here against my will," she whispered.

"You should be grateful. You and your order always make things worse," Malfoy said finality looking at Hermione. She was almost a whole head smaller than him.

"I will never be grateful to the likes of you. You're a-," before Hermione could finish Draco cut off her lips with his own capturing them in a bruising kiss. This was not a tender kiss between two lovers, but a battle. Neither party giving in. A battle for dominance and a battle for survival until Draco pulled back for a brief second and said,

"Stupefy!" Hermione slumped forward. He stroked her hair once before whispering, "Sorry Granger. Its nothing personal, but I can't have you following me. Plus I heard you were fond of this spell. Ablego," and Hermione Granger was whisked out of sight.

A/N: I hoped you liked the first chapter. I'm so excited for this story. What do you guys think of Hermione? What is she going to do? Let me know what you think is going to happen. Please please please review. Thanks!

Ablego is latin for to send away.