A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you all have decided to read the sequel. Enough of my dribble.

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Chapter Two:

Hermione jumped in surprise as the sound of a crack came from behind her. She spun around and sighed when she saw it was only Ron. He looked a bit disheveled and Hermione didn't have to guess what he had been up to that night. Ron smiled at her and then frowned remembering he didn't see her at the reception after 7pm.

"Where have you been?" asked Ron, "Oliver was asking where you were most of the night. He said you bailed on him when you two were dancing."

"Ron," said Hermione softly clutching the piece of paper in her hands, "Ron… we both know that Trelawney isn't a fake seer don't we?"

"Well yeah. She predicted the thing between Harry and He-Who-Will-Never-Be-Named," replied Ron sitting down across from Hermione removing his shoes, "Why?"

"Four years ago Trelawney had another one. Only it was to do with Draco and the battle. Ron… Draco is alive."

Ron frowned and peered at Hermione closely, "Are you feeling alright?"

"I feel fine! Read it for yourself. She dated when she had the prediction and everything."

Hermione handed Ron the slip of paper who read it. He looked at it for a long time before leaning back in his seat and sighing.

"Who is to say this prediction came true?"

"Think about it! Draco died too easily that night… I've always thought that. And what about his body disappearing?"

"Lucius came back and took it."

"Why would he come back for the body of his son who betrayed him, Ronald?" fired back Hermione, "I'm going to find out if this prophecy is true."

"Hermione don't get your hopes up. If by chance it is a true prophecy… why has Draco been missing all these years? Why didn't he come back to you?"

Hermione shrugged, "That would be one thing I'd want answered."

Hermione stood up and headed to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and slipped off her pink-heeled shoes before changing out of the expensive dress. She hung it up in her closet and had a long shower mulling over the prophecy in her thoughts. It was be true because as the last two lines said: For years peace will live. Until the past becomes unravelled.

Hermione changed into her pyjamas and climbed into bed falling asleep with a mixture of emotions swimming through her.

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Draco stretched out in his bed. Despite his circumstances he was glad to be sleeping on a soft mattress after four years of cold stone floor. He sat up and dressed into his normal black robes and clothing underneath. With a comb he brushed his hair, though he did find it annoying to do it the muggle way. His father hadn't returned his wand to him yet and Draco was beginning to grow impatient. He left his room and headed down to the dining room. Again the table was spread with a variety of food. Draco was sure he had changed at least five kilos over the past few days.

His father greeted him with a nod and Snape just ignored him seeming to be engrossed in the Daily Prophet. Lucius peered at Snape lowering his hot coffee cup back down to the table.

"What seems to be so interesting, Severus?" asked Lucius curiously, "You look like Narcissa when she finds some gossip to read."

"Well, Potter and Weasley married yesterday," said Snape holding the paper closely to him, "But they are not the couple on the front page."

Lucius frowned, as did Draco, even he expected Harry and Ginny to be displayed across the front.

"Did the male Weasley propose to Loony Lovegood?" asked Draco thinking them to be the only logical couple to display on the front.

Snape shook his head again and turned the paper around to show Hermione Granger dancing very closely with famous Quidditch star Oliver Wood. Draco stared at the paper trying to hide his shock. Oliver was leaning in close to Hermione as they danced seeming to be whispering something in her ear causing her to smile and laugh, the twinkle in her eyes again.

"It seems our once mudblood slave is getting very close with Oliver Wood," said Snape looking at Draco who was focusing on buttering his muffin, "Quite a surprise considering she was currently single the day before."

"Just shows you how she likes to play the rich and famous," replied Lucius, "Doesn't it Draco?"

"Yeah," said Draco angrily stabbing his bacon, "It does."

He suddenly stood up and stormed out of the dining room not seeing the satisfied look passed between Lucius and Snape. He ran up to his bedroom and slammed the door hard behind him scaring three house elves in his room.

"OUT!" he roared angrily, "GET OUT NOW!"

The house elves nodded and hastily left as Draco picked up a vase and threw it at the wall watching it smash to pieces.

She played him. She used him to escape and as soon as he died was probably finding comfort in other men's arms, Oliver now becoming the new one. How foolish was he to believe she actually loved him? He was a mere escape from this place. She did brain wash him. He was a complete fool to believe she knew what was right.

Draco walked over to his bedroom window and yanked the curtains open to be blinded by the bright sun slight. Breathing heavily he opened the window and stared down at the world around him. In the distance he could London and where Diagon Alley was situated.

"I HATE YOU HERMIONE GRANGER!" he yelled at the top of his lungs before slamming the window closed and shutting the curtains, "Why do I bloody love you though?"

As he turned around he saw his father walking into his room.

"When do we strike?" asked Draco, "And where are we striking first?"

Lucius smirked and nodded, "Soon… very soon and its Diagon Alley that goes first."

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"Well he is good looking," said Luna as Hermione placed a stack of pancakes in front of her, "Not as good looking as you Ron."

Ron smiled and shrugged, "It's not a bad thing Herms. I mean at least they didn't class you as his ex banshee girlfriend."

Hermione half smiled and sighed, "He did come across as the sort of guy I could see myself with. He's funny and seems to be very smart. But…"

"Draco could still be alive," finished Ron, "Luna knows everything. I told her when she arrived. Hermione… give Oliver a chance. He might be your soul mate… Draco was probably your first real love and nothing more."

Hermione nodded knowing Ron was right, "I did get a letter from Oliver this morning."

She walked over to the table with her stack of pancakes, "Tomorrow he wants to have lunch in Diagon Alley."

"What did you say?" asked Luna her silver eyes wide.

"I haven't replied. I know it's my day off and all… but something at work could come up."

"Hermione," said Ron with a sigh, "You have to let go of the past and face the future. Oliver could be your future. Say yes."

Hermione didn't reply as she looked at her pancakes biting her lip, "A-alright then. I'll say yes."

Ron and Luna grinned happily as Hermione ate her food. Once she finished she said goodbye, collected her work files and apperated to the Ministry of Magic. She headed to the elevator and zoomed to her floor. She greeted the security guard with her happy smile before walking in and murmuring the spell to stop the room from spinning. Instead of heading to her normal work door she went to the one that would take her too the hall of prophesies. Upon entering she was greeted by a man named Carl.

"Morning Hermione," he said with a smile, "How can I help you?"

"I need to find out if this prophecy has been… activated," said Hermione searching for the right word at the end.

She handed Carl the slip of paper and he read the date and name of who it concerned.

"Draco Malfoy… if this thing is right and has been activated as you say, he isn't dead," replied Carl pulling out a scroll with dates marked on it.

He opened it and began scanning down it going by the dates and time.

"Okay… Professor Sybill Patricia Trelawney," said Carl, "Prophecy concerning Draco Malfoy and the Battle. And the Prophecy is in the works of coming true. Draco Malfoy is most surely alive."

Hermione let out a deep breath and placed the prediction away in her pocket, "Thanks Carl."

"No problem."

Hermione turned and left. She headed to her work section just greeting Jemma with a nod before unpacking her work. She pushed the prophecy from her mind and began writing out new information she had found or solutions to equations. She remained this way for the next eight hours stopping only to use the bathroom and top up her coffee. She glanced at her watch and saw it was time to head home. She needed to speak to Ron and possibly other Order members about the newfound discovery. She collected her things and signed out, shocking some workers at her early departure. Even Jack had to blink twice to make sure it was Hermione who was heading home at 5pm instead of 10pm. Hermione said goodbye and rushed to the elevator. She jumped in and almost collided with a worked in it.

"Sorry," said Hermione in a muttered tone, readjusting her bag strap. At the atrium she jumped out and apperated home.

"Merlin the world is coming to an end," said Ron surprised to see Hermione home early, "Did the Ministry catch fire?"

"Ha, ha Ron," said Hermione remembering to scribble a reply back to Oliver before she did anything, "Draco is alive. The prophecy is coming true. I spoke to a person in the Hall of Prophecies. He faked his own death with the death look a like charm."

"Bloody hell," said Ron shaking his head, "But why?"

Hermione shrugged, "Hopefully we will be able to work that out. I don't know what do to Ron… look for Draco or go with Oliver."

"What answer did you send to Oliver just then?" asked Ron.

"Well that I would go out with him to lunch."

"There is your answer. If you were completely serious to look for Draco you would have said no. Narcissa needs to know this though."

Hermione sighed, "I don't want to face her. She'll probably blame me for this as well."

Ron gave Hermione a look that said 'Get over it, Hermione'. Hermione sighed and threw her hands up in a sign of defeat.

"Fine. Just let me get changed first," she said standing up and heading to her room.

She dressed into black pants that flared out and a plain light blue polo top. She pulled on her sneakers and grabbed her wand before heading back out to the lounge room where Ron remained waiting.

"So, do we go to Sirius'?" asked Hermione grabbing the paper containing the prophecy from the table.

"Well that is where Narcissa is staying at."

Hermione nodded and her and Ron left with a crack. When Hermione opened her eyes again she was greeted to a surprised Sirius cooking dinner for him and his cousin.

"Hermione… Ron," he said as Ron arrived a few seconds later, "Is everything okay?"

"We need to speak to Narcissa," said Hermione seriously, "It's to do with Draco… and the battle."

Sirius nodded and hurried from the old fashion designed kitchen. The benches were wooden and the floor white lino. Hermione and Ron's kitchen was made of shale green tiles.

"Sirius says you wish to see me," said Narcissa walking in dressed in a pink robe set, "About Draco and the battle."

Hermione nodded and sat at the table with Narcissa, Sirius and Ron. She took a deep breath as she clutched paper in her hand tightly. Finally she unfolded it and took a deep breath before reading it out loud for Sirius and Narcissa to hear.

"The one they seek will escape. Through death a heart will break. Death though, will deceive them all. The battle will end with tears. For years peace will live. Until the past becomes unravelled," Hermione finished and folded the paper up looking to Narcissa and Sirius. However both were giving her confused looks, "That was a prophecy created by Professor Trelawney. She made it four years ago on the day of the battle… and it was about Draco. He knew Lucius was going to escape because of this… he is alive. The prophecy states it so and before you say it must be bogus… it isn't. I can confirm this because, as Sirius and Ron know, I work in the Department of Mysteries and in that Department there is a hall of Prophecies. My friend there told me that the prophecy was in action. That it had started coming true and if I am right the last two lines are in the works."

Narcissa looked down at the table with tears in her eyes, "I knew it… I knew he couldn't of died so easily."

"Same," said Hermione looking down at the paper and not at Narcissa.

"Argh!" cried Narcissa standing up angrily, "My own son! Left us to mourn him and worry about him because he was stupid enough to go running into what a prophecy said!"

"Maybe he was protecting us," said Hermione with shrug, "I'm mad too."

"Hmm," said Narcissa sitting back down at the table, "We firstly need to work out where he is… the Manor or elsewhere in hiding."

"He could be a captive at the Manor," suggested Ron, "We know Lucius and Snape are still walking and talking. But look, before we can even start searching we need to tell the rest of the Order – but not Harry or Ginny. They are on their honeymoon."

"But if something serious happens we will have to tell them," said Sirius with a nod from Hermione, "I'll contact Lupin and tell him to come here. Minerva would be busy with work at Hogwarts. Arthur is busy with work as well."

"How is he going?" asked Narcissa curiously looking at Ron.

"He's alright. Keeps himself busy these days. He is excited to be a grandfather soon. Fleur is pregnant," replied Ron.

"She is?" cried Hermione surprised, "She hasn't said a thing to me about that."

Ron smiled, "She is. Two and a half months along."

Sirius stood up and grabbed some parchment, quills and ink from a kitchen drawer. He sat down and wrote a letter to Lupin asking him to come over immediately. He sent the letter off with his owl. These days Sirius worked at St Mungo's having completed his medical course a year ago. He enjoyed his work and was getting promoted nearly every three months.

The four sat at the table and continued chatting, asking each other questions about their lives and if anything interesting had happened. Sirius questioned Hermione over Oliver and she told him the truth about her accepting a date with him that was happening the next day. She avoided Narcissa's eyes as she spoke about it not wanting to feel guilty for finally moving on.

Finally Lupin arrived with Tonks beside him.

"What's going on?" he asked glancing around the table at everyone.

Hermione handed him the bit of paper and him and Tonks read the note together. Once they finished both sat down frowning.

"It's a prophecy made by Trelawney. I found out today that it is real and happening. Draco is alive," explained Hermione though she was getting tired of doing all the explaining. It was like reciting a poem for the hundredth time.

Sirius, Ron and Narcissa began explaining everything else they had said as Hermione sat in silence mulling over her own thoughts.

She did love Draco still. That she would never deny, but could she forgive him for all the pain he put her through? Sudden anger boiled in the pit of her stomach and surged through her every fibre. How could he? How could he be so stupid and blind to the danger he put himself in?

Ron looked at Hermione worriedly as he saw a stony expression come across her normally calm face.

"Herms?" he asked softly, "You okay?

"I'm going home," said Hermione standing up before apperating without another word.

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Hermione went straight to bed when she came home. Ron left her alone, which suited her fine. She woke the next day and lay in her bed staring at the ceiling. Beside her, Crookshanks slept sprawled out on his back purring softly. She smiled at him and petted him on the back before sitting up.

Pushing the prophecy from her mind she walked over to her closet to find something to wear for her date with Oliver. She wanted to look nice but casual at the same time. She scanned through her jeans and pants and decided to look at her skirts. Not being a skirt person Hermione really only owned a few. Thankfully all were nice looking due to her rarely wearing them.

She finally picked out a bright orange knee length gypsy style skirt and selected a white singlet top with a white midriff cardigan with 3/4 sleeves. She selected her white ballet slippers and left her room for a morning coffee.

Ron had left a note saying he was having a breakfast date with Luna. Hermione smiled at her friend's happiness. She made her coffee and sat down at the table to read the Daily Prophet. Her morning was spent in a relaxing silence. She fed Crookshanks, sorted through her bills and did some cleaning around the house before heading to her bedroom to shower and get ready.

She clipped her fringe back with orange hairclips and brushed on light makeup, just pale brown eye-shadow, some mascara and clear lip gloss. She slipped her shoes on and collected her white handbag placing her wand inside with her pouch of coins and other little things she took everywhere with her.

Glancing at her watch she apperated to Diagon Alley and stood outside Flourish and Blotts. Hermione remembered what the place looked like four years ago. Everything was painted in dark, horrible colours with people walking around dressed in black robes. With a years hard work, the Ministry and Order managed to bring back the old look and feel. Everything was brightly coloured and the sounds of happy people walking around, running and talking filled it.

Hermione smiled, she preferred this place to any other shopping place in the world. She waved to a few people she recognised and looked around for Oliver. He told her to meet him outside Flourish and Blotts at midday and here she was, outside Flourish and Blotts at midday.

"Hermione! Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Hermione looked to her left and saw Oliver walking towards her with a grin on his handsome face, "It's okay. I only just arrived. Sorry about leaving you alone at Harry and Ginny's wedding. Something important came to my attention."

"No problem. You are here now and that's what counts," he replied smiling at her and holding out his hand to take.

Hermione smiled nervously but took hold of his hand. They both began walking through Diagon Alley to a little café past Ollivanders wand shop. They talked about their days finding each other's company pleasing. Hermione was rather surprised at how Oliver had matured since she'd last seen him in school. He was normally all about Quidditch and nothing else. But now he truly was interested in her and he enjoyed talking about his family and interests other than Quidditch.

"I have to say that you do surprise me, Oliver," said Hermione at a break in their talk standing outside the café, "Back in school you were about nothing but Quidditch."

"I know… but I've grown up and seen the world. I'm 28 now… people change as well."

Hermione nodded and smiled as Oliver asked for a table for two.

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Draco opened his eyes and smirked. He spotted his father a few meters away and saw the signal to pull their cloak hoods up. His dark green hood covered him well. They didn't wear the black cloaks, not wanting to look suspicious in such a brightly coloured and happy place. Lucius gave another signal and the fifty Death Eaters walked through Diagon Alley silently, pretending to look at different things. Draco walked over to the wand shop and looked in the window only to see a reflection that caused his heart to skip a beat and swell with anger all at once. There she was, sitting outside a café at one of their tables with the Quidditch superstar. She was laughing and talking to him, both leaning in towards each other. Draco watched with cold grey eyes as the superstar leaned in closer and closer only to be stopped by a waiter coming to take their Order.

"Pay attention!" hissed Snape in his ear before seeing what Draco was looking at, "Well, well, little Miss Granger out on a date with lover boy Superstar."

Draco shrugged his shoulders, "Like I care."

"We'll see about that," murmured Snape before walking away in his blood red cloak with black edging billowing out behind him.

"Real discreet Snape," mumbled Draco turning away from the wand shop.

He slowly walked closer to the café glancing at Hermione and Oliver every few seconds. Just as he caught Oliver and Hermione leaning in for a kiss his father sent up the sign of the Dark Mark. That was the sign. As Draco threw his cloak off people around him began screaming at the sign. He pulled his wand out and pointed it directly at the one who made him so angry. She looked back at him with wide brown eyes full of fear, love, hate and anger. With a quick movement she pulled her wand out and pointed it at him, telling Oliver to get help, which he did leaving with a crack.

"I thought you were dead," cried Hermione slowly walking towards him and stunning a Death Eater who came towards her, "Yet all this time you have been working for him!"

Draco glared at her, "For you information, Granger, I have been locked up in a cell for four years! This only recently happened."

"Oh a recent development. Take a step backwards and be at your fathers call… wonderful development!"

"What about you? Single one day and shagging a Quidditch star the next!"

Her eyes flashed with full anger as she walked towards him, not scared of what he might do to her, "These past four years have been HELL for me! I lost my parents and I lost you! Well I thought I did… and you want to know something else that killed me on the inside?" she screamed at him inches away from him, "I was pregnant, Malfoy, pregnant. With your child… and I lost that child after two months. I lost the last thing I had of you. Me and Oliver… that has only started in the past few days. The day I met him again at Harry and Ginny's wedding I found out about the prophecy Trelawney made about you and the battle. That is how I knew you were alive. Everyone does now and everyone is furious with you!"

"You all assumed I was dead!"

"What did you expect us to think?" cried Hermione, "We saw your body… on the ground dead!"

"Did you think of the spell I cast on my mother? Why didn't you think about that?" shouted Draco.

"I saw you dead Draco! That was the last thing on my mind. I saw you die, did you really expect me to go, 'Oh he is just faking it. No drama'?"

Draco looked at Hermione in silence, as Hermione glared at him.

"So your with your father?" asked Hermione tears in her eyes, "You've turned against everything?"

Before Draco would reply around them, Order members and the Ministry Aurours began arriving. Ron ran straight to Hermione shooting down Death Eaters with spells.

Hermione looked at Draco and whispered, "Where do you stand?"

"With my father," he said quietly, "Least he won't betray me."

Anger flooded Hermione's face before she slapped him hard across the face, "If anyone is a betrayer out of you and me, its you!"

With one more glare Hermione turned away from Draco and found Ron who took her home without another word.

A/N: There you go. The confrontation. Please review if you want more.

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