A/N: I own nothing, I don't claim to own anything either.

Hermione rose, nudging Severus awake.

"I'd say morning, but we both know that's not the case. Either way, time to go." He nodded sliding from the bed and grabbing his robes. She pulled out her stolen clothing and wrinkled her nose at it.

"I hate these things."

"As do I, my love, but this was your idea."

"I'm not saying it's a bad idea. I just hate these masks, I hate how they obscure everything, making sure no one knows who's who on the battle field." He nodded slowly watching as she dressed as a Death Eater for what he hoped would be the only time.

"We will apparate a block or so from the coffee shop. No need to get too close too soon. If we want this done right," she muttered. He watched her. She always talked to herself before missions, always going over the plan in her head over and and over to make sure it would work. So far they always worked. They weren't dead yet.

They followed Hermione's plan, apparating two blocks from the coffee shop. The evening air was slightly darker than what they had planned.

"Are you responsible for this?" he asked softly. She glanced at the sky. Rain? Rain would be good, help hide them possibly.

"No, the weather is not under my control, we'll make do, let's go." She motioned silently for him to follow her, her fingers curled around her wand. A small movement caught the corner of her eye. She froze.

"Someone's here," she whispered.

"It's a fairly busy street, of course someone's here. But I know what you mean," he replied disillusioning the pair of them. Hermione nodded. They made their way to the coffee shop, lurking just outside. Severus blinked, a noise? Nothing. He dismissed it. Their target made her way inside, they watched her buy a cup, take a sip, yell at the barista, before she made her way back towards the door.

Hermione motioned for Severus to get ready. That's when everything went sideways. A flash of light split the air blinding Hermione temporarily. Severus rushed towards her, something brushing against his cloak. Screams filled the air. Severus ducked down nearly on top of Hermione. He grabbed Hermione's wrist pulling her to him. He scanned the street, his heart sinking when his fears were confirmed. He fired several curses of various degrees. Several towards their target and a few to draw attention away from their current location.

"Hermione, my love, we need to get out of here," he whispered casting a quick spell to keep them from being noticed. "We are not alone." She blinked her eyes, seeing nothing but blurry dark shapes.

"Death Eaters?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Stop this now!" a voice boomed. Another beam of light flew past the pair hitting one of the Death Eaters. He crumbled to the gournd. Hermione wondered how one mission could have gone so wrong. She recognized that voice, Moody. The Order was here too? She looked around quickly realizing she had lost sight of their target.

"Shit," she heard Severus mutter. She agreed with that sediment. She held onto him as they moved back away from the street, her vision still not back to normal. Once they were out of the sight line, Severus apparated them back to their hide out. She collapsed against him, tears of rage in her eyes.

"How? How did they know where we were going to be?" she screamed pulling off her mask and throwing it to the ground.

"I don't know. Who knew of this plan?'

"Me and you, Severus. Me and you."

"Are you suggesting I betrayed you? I would never." She eyed him for a second before shaking her head.

"No. Let's get inside before anyone decides to show up here too," she muttered allowing him to help her through the front door. She slammed it behind them. He quickly removed his mask looking at her with concern.

"Your eyes?"

"They'll be fine in time, I think," she replied sliding off the black robe and tossing it onto a chair. She sunk into the couch pulling him next to her.

"What the hell was that mess, did you have any idea any of them were planning on being there?" she asked him.

"No. I was not aware of anything happening tonight."

"Belle got away," Hermione stated. Severus laughed softly.

"No, she didn't, my love. She was hit, I'm not sure if it was my spell or not, but she fell at least."

"That might be the only bit of good news this evening then," she sighed laying her head against his chest.