Here is chapter 2!!

you dont want to know the troubles I had when writing this!!

Enjoy!!

Chapter 2: Making plans

Hermione got back to Grimauld Place twelve, the moment she entered the hall, Harry, Ron and Fred appeared at once. Fred grinned at her. "You're back!" he shouted and before she knew it, Hermione was swept up in a hug. Mrs. Blacks portrait started to shout and whine (Mudbloods and blood traitors under the roof of the house of the noble Black family the one more filthy then the other!) Hermione pointed her wand towards the open curtains and closed the with a flick of her wand, immediately, the screeching and whining voice vanished. "How was your trip?" Fred asked, his grin went even larger.

"It could've been better…" Hermione answered while taking off her traveling cloak.

Harry and Ron both eyed Fred cautiously. "You know where she goes of to at night?"

"No, but that doesn't mean that I can't ask how it went…" Fred said with raised eyebrows.

"Where do you go of to at night?" Ron asked curiously.

"I told you before Ronald, I can't tell you…" Hermione sighed, "Give it a rest will you?"

Harry frowned. "Just leave it Ron," he said when Ron opened his mouth to say something. "If she doesn't wants to talk about it we should respect that and trust her that she has her reasons not to tell us where she goes of to every night for the past three weeks,"

Hermione looked apprehensively at Harry. "Thanks, I think…" she turned to hang the cloak on the hook and went through the door that went to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley sat at the table, flipping through pages and pages of parchment.

"Hi Mrs. Weasley," Hermione smiled before she helped herself to some steaming hot tea.

"Hi dear, did everything went fine?" Mrs. Weasley asked with a soft smile. She was the only member that knew where Hermione went of to every night.

"Yes, but I'm expecting an attack soon…" Hermione frowned. "He seems a bit lonely though…"

Mrs. Weasley smiled. "I'm sure he'll be fine, he is in good hands after all."

Hermione sat down on the chair opposite to Mrs. Weasley. "I guess, but what if he's attacked when I'm not there? What if the Death Eaters get hold of him before…" Hermione fell silent when the door opened with a creak and Ginny appeared. "Mom, have you seen mine… Your back!" Ginny walked towards Hermione and swept her into a hug.

"I was only gone for four hours you know," Hermione laughed but returned the hug.

"Yeah, but since no-one knows what you're up to…" Ginny sat down on the chair next to her slightly bushy haired friend.

"Which reminds me… Mrs. Weasley, have we negotiated with the Vampires yet?" Hermione asked carefully.

"No, Remus is looking for them though…" she said with a slight hint of worry in her voice.

"I ran into someone who had some information… I know the exact hideout of Prince Brianaire…" Hermione said while taking a sip of her tea.

"The Head Vampire?" Mrs. Weasley asked with large eyes.

"Yeah, I believe he was… It wouldn't be easy though…" Hermione said cautiously.

"You want to… No dear… Absolutely not!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked.

"But Mrs. Weasley…" Hermione interfered.

"No, Hermione, you also have your current mission which is dangerous enough, I respected that you felt responsible for the boy's safety, but I can't let you go to the Vampires who would most certainly have you're blood before you even took a step forward. I can't let you risk your life like that…" Mrs. Weasley rambled.

"But the one that passed me the information said that the Prince wanted to talk to me and only me… He even gave me a medallion to protect me," Hermione pulled the said medallion out of her robe's pocket and laid it carefully on the table.

Mrs. Weasley took the medallion and examined it closely.

"You want to protect a boy from harms way, AND negotiate with the Vampires… How are you going to do that when you can only use the night?" Mrs. Weasley said, trying to reason the bushy haired girl.

"I can watch the boy from eight till twelve, and then I can go to the Vampires until sunset," Hermione said calmly. "Besides, the Vampires only need to be persuaded once.."

Mrs. Weasley sighed. "I do not like it Hermione, not at all…"

"Please, just trust me that I know what I'm doing," Hermione pleaded.

Mrs. Weasley placed a reassuring hand on top of hers. "Its not a matter of trust Hermione, during the years that I've known you, you've proven time after time that you are a very trustworthy person. Its just…"

"I know Mrs. Weasley…" Hermione said softly. She stood up and hugged the middle aged witch she loved nearly as much as her own mother.

"Don't worry about me, Mrs. Weasley., I'll be fine." Hermione said softly.

Mrs. Weasley hugged her back and started to sob softly. "I'm just so scared that I'm going to lose those whom I love so much… I always loved you and Harry as though you where my own…"

Hermione tightened her hug upon Mrs. Weasley. "I know… I love you too," was the only thing she could manage to say.

Ginny had silently left the kitchen and ran into Harry on the hall. "I wouldn't go there if I where you… Mom's a little emotional…" Ginny said with a smile.

Harry nodded and looked at Ron, who frowned.

"Ginny, do you have any idea what she's been up to?" Ron asked his sister.

"Yes and no… She asked me not to tell anyone, and seriously, I don't see why I should tell something that's her business… if she haven't told you guys what she's been up to she would have a good reason for it," Ginny said firmly.

"But…" Ron protested.

"But nothing Ron, its Hermione's business and hers alone… If she decided not to tell you guys then respect that and go on with your lives!" Ginny hissed.

Ron wanted to say something when Fred appeared. "Ginny is right Ron, if Hermione doesn't want to tell us, we should leave it alone," he said with a meaningful look at Harry and Ron.

"Thank you Fred," Ginny said and went up the stairs towards her room.

"Besides, there are other ways to find out what our dear Mione is doing…" Fred added mischievously.

"We can't follow her Fred, she Disapparates …" Ron sighed.

"I said, there are other ways…" Fred grinned patting the small pouch around his neck.

"You know that she'll kill you the moment whatever you going to give her wears off?" Harry asked Fred with highly lifted eyebrows.

"Ah, but that, my friend, is a risk I'm willing to take," Fred said while wrapping an arm around Harry and Ron's shoulders.

"What are you going to use then? Veritaserum?" Ron asked curiously.

"No, something more discrete… I was thinking about Tears of Aphrodite," Fred explained, grinning madly.

"Tears of who now?" Harry asked baffled.

"It's a love potion," Fred said as though he announced the greatest thing ever invented.

"Love potion?" Ron and Harry both exclaimed.

"Yep, only this one wears off after one hour… and it gives the drinker the great urge to spill its most darkest secrets… this should be fun…" Fred said rubbing his hands.

Harry and Ron exchanged looks, both thinking the same thing: this cant be good!

chapter 3 should be up shortly...

in the meanwhile, please respect the fact that I'm a writer that has a life beyond writing and that i can't write all the time...

so I'm going on with my life and write chapter 3 now :p