Love and Betrayal

Summary: "Ginny!" Hermione called. Someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her close. "I wouldn't yell.." Hermione/Voldermort

Chapter 1: Summer Vacation

Hermione smiled when she saw the familiar sight of the Burrow kitchen. Mrs. Weasley immediately fell on her with a hug and asking if she ate. Hermione laughed Mrs. Weasley's concerns as she tried to dust off her shirt which turned out to be a fruitless task.

"Where are the others?"

"Outside dear."

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley!"

"Finally!" came the voice of Ginny Weasley. "I'm so glad you're here. Harry and Ron are a complete bore. I've been waiting for ages for you to arrive," Ginny said.

Hermione laughed as she nodded in agreement. After growing closer to Ginny, she felt more of a need for female companionship. Not, of course, that she didn't love Harry and Ron any less, but they were...well, men.

"Come on, before Harry and Ron find us. I want to be able to talk to you," Ginny said. She grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her up to her room. Hermione was surprised to see the name on the door. Instead of 'Ginny Weasley', it read 'Ginevra Weasley'.

Ginny saw her staring. "Oh, I go by Ginevra now. I think Ginny is too childish," Ginny replied. Hermione nodded and followed Ginny into the room. Ginny closed the door and locked it, no magic.

Ginny then turned to look at Hermione. "You know Hermione, your hair looks nice," Ginny said. "What did you do?" she added.

Hermione shrugged. "I got it cut differently. My mum's got this hairdresser who is able to work wonders on your hair. It helps with the bushiness, but it still frizzes. I don't care either way though."

"Well, whatever he did was great. He is a muggle right?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, my mum is a muggle, so of course her hairdresser would be. But why did you bring me up here. We usually don't talk about such trivial things as hair and how we look," Hermione said, clearly suspicious.

"Um," Ginny began uncomfortably as she wrung her hands, "I've been dating Draco Malfoy for a little over a year."

Hermione blinked at her once, then twice. Her mind refused to wrap around what Ginny was telling her. "Draco Malfoy?" she repeated, "He has blonde hair and was the biggest prick at Hogwarts?"

"He's not a prick."

"Right, and it's very normal to regularly insult people," Hermione rolled her eyes then sobered, "Ginny, you know Ron and the others won't take this well."

"You're taking it well."

"Yes, well...I don't really care either way about Malfoy. He was a prick in school, and I've graduated. I'm putting it behind me now, and I'm trying to keep an open mind at least for your sake."

Ginny smiled brightly throwing her arms around her friend. "Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me yet," Hermione warned, "Ron is going to blow up when he finds out."

"Can I just not tell him?"

Hermione pursed her lips but decided to keep her opinion to herself. It was Ginny's decision, but she felt that Ron was bound to find out eventually.

Ginny sighed. "I'd really rather not tell Ron, but I suppose I should. Mum and dad took it well considering."

"Considering what?"

"You know dad absolutely loathes Lucius Malfoy."

"Oh yeah."

"He was calm about it though I can't say he agrees with it. I think mum expected me to marry Harry."

"Wait," Hermione interrupted, "marry? Are you marrying Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes!"

Hermione frowned again. "Don't you think it's rather soon?"

"No. I love him, and I want to be with him."

"Very well. Are you going to tell Ron?"

Ginny pushed her hair off her face, a finger coming to twine in the auburn strands. She tugged at her hair as she pulled a plump lip into her mouth. Finally she stood, pushing her hair completely away from her face. "Yes, I'll do it now. Are you going to come?"

"I ought to. Perhaps I could talk some sense into Ron."

Ginny gave her skeptical look, and Hermione's mouth twitched. It was very likely a completely fruitless idea, but she was willing to try anyways. Ron needed to be happy for his sister even if he didn't agree with Ginny marrying Malfoy.

The boys were outside resting around the tables Mrs. Weasley had set up outside. Their brooms were next to them, and it appeared they were taking a break from Quidditch. "Hermione come sit down by us!" Harry greeted, waving her over with a grin.

She took a seat next to him, allowing Ginny to sit on her other side. "How is Auror training?"

Her friend grinned widely, his finger coming up to push his slipping glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Good. I miss having you around though. How's the internship at St. Mungo's?"

"I absolutely love it. Oh Harry, I do miss seeing you all the time too, but we have to go in different directions. We'll always see each other though especially when the war is over."

Ginny cleared her throat, cutting across Harry and Hermione's conversation. "Um, there's something I'd like to tell you."

Hermione smiled encouragingly although they both knew Ron was about to blow up. At least Draco Malfoy wasn't an evil git intent on taking over the world. Then again, her mind whispered, you dream about an evil git intent on taking over the world. Hermione frowned for a moment. It was stupid, but they were only dreams after all. Voldemort would very likely kill her before he would ever touch her.

She winced and came back to the present as Ron's angry voice boomed over the clearing. There was absolutely no hope it would be a minor issue as his yelling escalated into full blown take no prisoners yelling.

"-STILL AN EVIL GIT. I DON'T CARE IF HE'S FOR THE ORDER! LEOPARDS DON'T CHANGE THEIR SPOTS AND MALFOY GREW UP BELIEVING HE WAS BETTER THAN OTHERS AND HE SUDDENLY CHANGES! I HIGHLY DOUBT IT AND I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD BE INVOLVED WITH SUCH A GIT," Ron said, his face a deep purple color and his eyes smoldering from anger.

Ginny was shaking like a leaf, the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose even more pronounced. Hermione leapt from the bench to face Ron. Harry already looked like he wanted to take cover.

"Ronald Weasley, lower your voice! So Ginny's getting married, so what? We're not in school anymore, and perhaps it's time to let go of our prejudices."

"MALFOY CAN'T BE TRUSTED!" Ron yelled back, his hands balling into fists.

"He's in the Order now, isn't he? Dumbledore trusts him."

"HE ALSO TRUSTS SNAPE! WHAT DOES THAT SAY?"

"Ron," Harry chimed in quietly, "Dumbledore has reasons for what he does."

"Has he ever told you what they are"

"He doesn't need to," Harry returned, "I trust him."

Ron stared in disbelief before turning on his heel and running towards the house.

"Well, that went rather well. Wouldn't you say?" Harry said, trying to lighten the mood.

Ginny sniffled a little and laid her head on Hermione's shoulder. "I knew he would take it badly but he might not even talk to me, because the man I love happens to be Malfoy. Well, Ron is being a git and I won't cry over him," Ginny said and she stood up straight, drying her eyes, though they were still a bit puffy. She smiled and the three of them walked back to the Burrow.

When they entered the kitchen, they saw members of the Order gathered in the kitchen. Dumbledore smiled at them over his half-moon spectacles as they came inside.

"Is something wrong?" Harry immediately asked.

"No," Dumbledore replied then gestured to the table, "why don't you sit down?"

They took their seats, and Hermione glanced around. Fred was missing from among the members of the Order. She heard voices on the stairs before Ron and Fred appeared at the stairwell. It appeared they had been fighting from the sour looks they gave each other.

"Now that you're all here we can begin. We have information about Voldemort's location, and we would like two teams of Order members to go."

"Wait, why are Order members going? What about the Aurors?" Hermione chimed in.

"They are still ignoring the threat of Voldemort's return. Some of our members are indeed Aurors, but we cannot only send them in. It will look suspicious."

"What about the two teams?"

"I would like Harry, Ron, Remus and Mad-Eye for the first team while on the second I would like Hermione, Ginny, Draco and Tonks."

Hermione frowned as she listened to Dumbledore. It seemed dodgy that they suddenly had information about Voldemort, and why wasn't she on Harry's team. They had always stuck together. Wouldn't it make more sense to send just Aurors?

"Professor, I don't think we're qualified to do this."

"I believe all you in this room are more than qualified to do this. Besides, we will be placing tracking charms upon all of you as a safety precaution. Try not to get separated."

Hermione nodded as the others agreed to do the mission. Finally it was her turn. Everyone looked at her with expectant eyes, but she could not fathom agreeing to this charade. "I'll do it."

She was surprised she had been able to utter the words. What else could she have said? Everyone expected her to do it, and how could she let them down? Hermione swallowed, dread already beginning to fill her stomach at the very prospect of the adventure.