Back at the hide out Remus, Moody, and a few other Order members had appeared and were attacking the few other Death Eaters there. They couldn't find their Order member who they had felt being tortured but they were stunned at the two already dead Death Eaters. And then there was Ron, lying unconscious on the floor. They took him away. But who had been there? Who had been tortured? They didn't have any answers.

They were determined to find out who it was and rescue that person.

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Chapter 6-Hermione's Death Eater

He hovered over her, his heart racing. What if she didn't make it? What if she woke up but she ended up like the Longbottoms? She couldn't! She just….couldn't. He stretched out on the big bed beside her. Please Granger, just open your eyes and remember who you are. He was scared for her. He could admit that. Just this once.

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Hermione shifted slightly and moaned. She hurt all over. She heard the movement of someone coming towards her. She flinched away. She tried to open her eyes and just managed it. She saw white, and darkness. Her eyes looked at the face. Beautiful for a man, pale with blonde hair. She squealed and nearly fell off the bed, he reached out to stop her fall.

"Malfoy!"

"Hi."

She froze. What did he just say? "W-what?"

"Hi Miss. Granger." His voice didn't sound hateful.

"Hi?" It was definitely a question.

He laughed, she was surprised to hear it, it was a sweet sound. "I see you took your second chance to heart."

Hermione stared at him then squealed again. She decided against jumping up to hug him. "You're my Death Eater!" She gasped then turned her head away to hide her blush. Did she really just say that out loud?

She heard him chuckle. "In a manner of speaking yes."

Then her analytical mind set to work. "So you were the guy at Borgin and Burkes who flinched when they called me a beaver, and you were the one looking at the clock in the tavern, right?"

"Yes. I can't believe they called you a beaver."

"Why not, I have massive front teeth."

"No, Granger, you have pretty teeth."

There was a short silence. "So could you see me when I walked into the tavern?"

"No, but I could sense you, and I figured you would have stayed by the door."

"Oh."

Hermione made to sit up but winced and slumped back into the sheets. It hurt too much to move. Almost immediately Malfoy senior was there, his arms around her, assisting her up. She nodded her thanks and took a few deep breaths. He offered her something to drink and she only nodded again. He quickly returned with a glass of water and sat beside her. After thanking him and drinking half of it she looked around.

The room was large and spacey and the bed was massive. There were three doors leading off of the room. The room was a beautiful olive green and the sheets were silvery grey. The mahogany doors would have stood out if it weren't for the golden trim around the room and a golden pattern in the night stand. She thought it odd that the colors were almost Gryffindor/Slytherin.

"Where am I?"

"My manor."

She looked at him oddly.

"It was the only safe place I could get to." He paused. "And it was the first place that came to mind."

She smiled. "Well thanks."

He brushed her cheek with the back of his forefinger. "Your welcome." He suddenly stood up and walked towards one of the doors. "You must be sore. I'll be right back."

Hermione stared after him. What was he getting at? Why had he done that? She reached up to touch her cheek, still tingling from his touch. She noticed her breath had quickened and she scowled. And why was she so worked up about it?!

He returned with a vile in hand. He sat beside her again and handed it to her, telling her it was to help with the pain. She smiled thankfully at him and drank it, noticing her flutter when he smiled back. When she put down the vile she had three more questions.

"Did Snape know it was you?"

"Of course."

"Ugh! I'm going to kill him! He said he didn't have a clue!"

"He was probably trying to avoid questions."

"Right. Um, how long are you keeping me here."

He grinned wickedly. "Until your better."

"And, wh-who's bedroom am I in?" She almost didn't want to know.

"Mine."

That's what she was afraid of. This was going to be an interesting stay.

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From here on out things are going to get interesting----