A/N: So this chapter will probably be one of the shortest ones in this fanfic. The next one will be MUCH longer. I would also like to thank everyone who has followed my story so far!

Draco watched as Hermione hastily wrote a letter to Dumbledore. Once she was finished, she looked straight into his eyes. It felt like her gaze was burning a hole straight through him, which caused him to avert his eyes uncomfortably.

"Something on my face, Granger?" He asked in annoyance.

"No, I was just wondering, out of all the people in the world, why would you come to me? After all the years of nothing but pure hatred from you, what is the change?" She asked him, seeming genuinely confused at his actions.

"Don't get me wrong. I still hate you. But you were the only person I could come to that would be willing to help me, regardless of my foul nature." He explained, still not making eye contact.

"I see. Well, as insulting as that may be, I would be a failure of a witch if I didn't take action in a situation like this. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for the others that could be harmed in this situation." She retorted, finally turning her head away from him with a huff.

At that moment, his stomach growled loudly, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours. Hunger finally hit him, and he looked at Hermione for assistance.

She sighed at his pleading stare and stood up from her seat, heading towards the kitchen. Deciding that she was too tired to cook, she stuck with something simple and made him a sandwich, Much to his dismay. He was used to three course, high standard meals.

"Don't act so picky, you are clearly starving, you need to eat." She said as she sat at the table across from where she set his sandwich.

He reluctantly sat down and began to eat, it wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good either. After eating such high quality meals his whole life, he could hardly enjoy such bland food. But it was food, and that was all that mattered to him at the moment.

"Better?" She asked him after he finished, ignoring his displeased expression.

"Yes, but next time, make something decent." He complained as he stood up from the table.

Hermione rolled her eyes at that, and lead him up to the guest bedroom. Which, he noted, was tiny compared to his room at the manor. Deciding not to push his luck, he held his complaints in and set his luggage next to the bed.

"I am going to bed, you should do the same. It's getting late." Hermione said as she walked towards the exit.

"Don't tell me what to do, Granger." Were Draco's final words before she left as she held in her retaliation.

The next morning, Hermione woke up to the familiar popping sound of someone apperating outside of her house. She peaked out of her window and was pleased to see that it was Dumbledore standing in front of her door. She quickly made her way downstairs and invited him inside.

"Good morning Professor Dumbledore." She greeted him with a polite smile as she lead him to the living room.

Dumbledore's usual kind expression was replaced with a serious one as he sat down and got straight to the point.

"Please bring Draco if you would, Hermione, it would be best if he heard what I have to say." Dumbledore requested with a gentle yet stern voice.

Hermione nodded and headed back upstairs. She knocked on the door to wake him, and waited a few moments before speaking.

"Draco, Dumbledore is here, He wishes to speak with you." She said once she heard him moving around in the room.

"Coming, one minute." He called out to her as he quickly changed into his day robes.

Hermione went to the kitchen to make some tea as they waited. Once she returned, Draco was sitting with an awkward expression on the couch across from Dumbledore.

He wasn't sure what to expect, Would he be scolded? Comforted? Given some crazy orders? Or even sent to Azkaban? Only Merlin knew.

"Now, I would like to start by saying that I am not against you, Draco. Rather, I would like to help you. But I would like you to help me in return." He began as he sipped some tea. "For the remaining month of the summer holiday, you will be staying here with Hermione, and I will be putting the house under a spell barrier that extends the time inside of it. It will extend the month into a year, and keep the house hidden from Voldemort and death eaters alike. I will also be giving you permission to practice magic here, like Hermione. Use this time to train yourself in every aspect. For you will still be attending the camp. That much cannot be avoided. While you are inside the camp, I would like you to gather as much information as possible and report it to me through telepathic means. Once we have enough Information, I will be sending The Order Of The Phoenix to raid the camp."

Dumbledore brought his lengthy explanation to a conclusion, and by the time he was finished, The blood had drained from Draco's face and he began to feel sick again. So he would have to attend the camp no matter what he did. That thought terrified him more than anything.

"What was the point of coming to you if I have to attend the camp anyway? You are useless, the whole lot of you!" He began to go into another anxiety attack as he spoke.

"It's not hopeless, Malfoy. If you acquire the right training and magical items and potions to survive, that is better than going there on nothing, isn't it?" Hermione explained in an attempt to reassure him.

Her soft voice and comforting words seemed to sooth him from the inside out, and he slowly began to calm down.

"Precisely, Hermione. I will provide you both with money to buy everything you deem necessary for your training and day to day living. You may also use it to buy supplies that you wish to bring to the camp. Here is the key to my vault at Gringotts. Use as much as you need." He handed Hermione the key to his vault, and she accepted it gratefully.

"I will put the spell on the house now, I wish you two the best of luck." He smiled softly at them and went outside, they watched him from a window as he pulled out his wand an started doing a very complex looking spell, and then he left without another word.

"We might as well get started right away, let's come up with a list of what we will need today and we can go shopping tomorrow." She said as she pulled out several pieces of parchment and a quill.

Draco nodded in agreement and sat down next to her, spending the remainder of the day working on the list that turned out to be much longer than he had ever imagined possible.