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Chapter 8

Headmistress McGonagall needed to talk to Hermione. She knew the head girl's schedule well. Usually Hermione slept in on Saturdays. Her homework was usually done, and she liked to take the time to herself.

Usually she would wait to talk to her when she woke up, but the matter was important. She went to Hermione's bedroom and knocked on the door. When there was no response, McGonagall said the password.

She opened the door to find the bed neatly made, and Crookshanks laying at the foot. He looked grumpier than usual. McGonagall looked at him quizzically. Being an Animagus that transformed into a cat, she had the ability to get thoughts, and feelings from fellow felines.

Crookshanks glared at her, and gave her the impression of Draco Malfoy's room.

McGonagall left the room, and went to go see if the Malfoy boy knew where Miss Granger was.

Knocking softly on the door, McGonagall only got snoring in response. She whispered the password and slipped her head inside the door.

The sight of a naked Granger tangled in the sheets with a naked Malfoy was too much, and she gasped loud.

Hermione woke up with a start, and opened her eyes to find Headmistress McGonagall staring at her in horror. Hermione squeaked as McGonagall slammed the door and ran back into the common room.

Sitting up, Hermione let out a slew of curse words. Draco woke up to the sound of her swearing and leaving bed.

"'Mione, what are you doing?" he asked groggily. He wanted her back in bed with him, and he wanted to wake up slowly.

"McGonagall just saw us. I'm not confident about the Hogwarts policy on sex, but having McGonagall seeing me naked is a bit more than I can handle," she replied, collecting her clothes. Her shirt was ruined, and her wand was in her room.

"Fuck," she whispered.

Draco stood up and went over to his closet where he grabbed his robe and threw it at her. "Just put this on. She knows what we did, she's probably imagining that a few clothes were ripped. I'll be down in a second."

Hermione took in the sight of a naked Draco in the morning. He had morning wood and she wanted to help him with it, but there was no time.

She shrugged on the robe and tied it tight, then left the room as Draco pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and a green pair of silk pajama bottoms.

"Miss Granger," Headmistress McGonagall said, not making eye contact with the young witch, "We have an urgent matter from the Ministry. You're needed immediately."

"What is the matter?"

'It um," McGonagall stuttered as Draco came down stairs without a shirt on. "It concerns Lucius. He wants to talk to you specifically. Says if he talks to you, then he'll reveal the last of the death eater strong holds. Good morning Mr. Malfoy."

"Why is the information solely for Granger? No offense Hermione." Draco said.

"He asked that you not be told. But the cat's out of the bag on a lot of things today. And before you ask, no Mr. Malfoy, you may not attend. I will know if you try to sneak out. Don't test me. I will see you in fifteen minutes in the Headmistresss's office so I can send you to the ministry via Floo Powder. Kingsley wants to brief you before you go see Lucius."

Hermione nodded, and McGonagall left the room, muttering to herself.

Hermione sighed and looked at Draco, "I should get ready. I'll see you later. And I'll tell you what he says."

Draco nodded and sat down in his chair. "Hermione, my father is cunning. He's a bit unhinged right now, but don't let that fool you. If he senses any weaknesses from you, he will utilize them and attack. He will try to get inside your mind, psychologically speaking. He was never good at occlumency. But do not underestimate him."

Hermione nodded, "Thank you Draco. I'll see you when I'm done."

She retreated to her room, collected a few professional looking clothes and took a quick shower. She skipped washing her hair, that would just take too long. Once she finished getting clean and putting her clothes on, she held her wand to her hair and said a drying spell.

After pulling on a sensible pair of black flats, she grabbed a notebook and a small bag and dashed down the stairs.

"Bye Draco," she called over her shoulder while exiting the painting.

She hurried to the headmistress's office and said the password, stepping onto the revolving stairs. She found McGonagall sitting at her desk.

"The channel to Kingsley's office is open. Just use some of my floo powder. I'll see you later today."

Hermione followed her instructions, grabbed a handful of floo powder and ducked into the fireplace. "Prime Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt's office, Ministry of Magic," she stated clearly and firmly, throwing the floo powder down at her feet.

A few seconds later she found herself standing in the Prime Minister's office. She stepped out of the fireplace and dusted the soot off of her outfit.

"Morning Prime Minister," she said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Good Morning Miss Granger. Please help yourself to a pastry and then take a seat. I want to give you a few parameters regarding Lucius. He is dangerous. Never forget that. We have him shackled and a spell on him to keep his magic muffled. That doesn't stop him from being dangerous. He said that he has a few more secrets that he's kept. He specifically asked for you. I think he wants some information from you, a quid pro quo scenario, so to say. Don't trust him. We need the information regarding the last hideouts. And it is crucial to us. Don't make any promises to him, you don't owe him anything. Understand?"

Hermione nodded, taking a bite out of a pastry. "Completely understood. Malfoy told me the same thing. He told me that his father isn't good at occlumency, but to not trust him. He will attempt to find a weakness and exploit it."

"Glad he gave you a heads up. Well, he's in an interrogation room. Come back and see me when you are done talking to him." Kingsley said. "I don't expect you to spend more than twenty minutes with him. And if you feel threatened at any time, there are guards stationed outside of the door. There is one outside of this door and she will take you to the room."

"Thank you, Kingsley. I will see you in a little bit."

Hermione stood up and left the room. She found a woman with a scar down her face, starting at her left eyebrow, curving around her eye, and all the way down to her cheek.

"Good morning Miss Granger, I am Jaqueline Jackson, my friends call me Jackie. Let's get you to Lucius. I'm assuming that Kingslsey briefed you?"

"Yes Jackie, as did Draco Malfoy before I left Hogwarts."

"So he really is Head Boy? How do you manage?"

Hermione sighed, "He has changed a lot since the war. A lot of people doubt him, but he is trying to right his wrongs and apologize to everyone who he hurt. We actually work very well together."

"He hasn't called you any names or tried to kill you has he?"

Hermione laughed, "We insult each other jokingly now. Never in front of other students. We walk a fine line actually. If we can't work together, then that's the end of Slytherin. He's a lot nicer than he was before the war. Like, infinitely nice."

"Well if he ever tries anything, just let me know, I'll teach him a thing or two."

Hermione laughed, "Don't worry, I can hold myself, and then Harry and Ron will clean up the mess. For once."

Jackie smiled. They reached the door. It was a plain, unassuming door. Two more guards stood outside of it.

"Lucius Malfoy refuses to have a guard inside the room. Are you comfortable with that?" asked a man with red hair.

Hermione nodded, "Yes, I've faced Voldemort head on, and I'm not afraid of some failed death eater. If I have any problems, I'll call for you."

"Now Miss Granger, because we do not trust him, we want to hold onto your wand. If he gets ahold of it, he will try to use it to free himself."

"Understood," Hermione replied. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and handed it to the guard. "Take good care of it please."

He nodded. The third guard opened the door for her and Hermione stepped through the door. It closed behind her, and she heard a locking mechanism. She took a deep breath and exhaled, finding herself faced with a hollowed looking Lucius Malfoy.

He looked worse for wear, his pale blonde hair tangled and dirty, skin looked grey, and it seemed like he had lost fifteen pounds. He was no longer imposing.

Hermione sat down in the seat across from him and took out her notebook, laying her pen next to her. She hated using quills all the time. Lucius looked at the pen, curious, but refusing to ask about it.

Hermione cleared her throat, placed her hands in front of her, and looked at Lucius.

Lucius was the first to speak.

"I heard that you and my son are head boy and girl together." Lucius said, staring at the bushy haired witch. His face showed no emotion.

"Yes, we are." Hermione replied curtly.

Lucius raised an eyebrow and appraised the witch, "Are you fucking him?"

Hermione kept a poker face, "That's none of your business. If you have questions like that, you should reach out to Draco."

"He won't talk to me."

"He would if you weren't so demanding in your letters. While our personal lives are none of your business, we do have a good friendship. Past transgressions have been forgiven."

"So you are fucking him."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "We're getting off subject. I came here to get information. If it is good, solid information, then your sentence may be reduced. The wizarding world takes my opinion very seriously."

Lucius leaned across the table and looked directly into Hermione's eyes, "Not until you tell me if my son is sullying himself inside your filthy mudblood pussy."

Hermione took a deep breath, and exhaled out her mouth, "Mr. Malfoy, with all due respect, that is not my place to answer. I do not know if your son likes discussing his sex life with you."

"Answer the question, or no information."

Hermione mulled it over in her head, on one hand, they needed this information. It was crucial they capture the last few death eaters that remained on the lam. They didn't need more destruction to be caused. On the other hand, she didn't want to betray Draco's trust, and she didn't was Lucius Malfoy to know about her sex life. Yet she decided to pick her battles.

"We slept together last night. Happy? Now, the information you promised. Don't test me Lucius. I can make your life in prison a living nightmare." She replied.

Lucius laughed, "Of course. He always had a crush on you. If he wasn't complaining about Potter, he was complaining about you. He rarely mentioned the Weasleys. Too preoccupied with you two."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Can we get on with it? Your son kept me up all night."

She smirked as Lucius visibly shuddered.

"Fine, there's a stronghold at the Duncansby Head Lighthouse in far northern Scotland. Augustus Rookwood, Thorfinn Rowle, and Corban Yaxley are hiding out there. They are working on recruiting new death eaters around the country side. While the Dark Lord is dead, the cause isn't."

Hermione wrote all of this down, "Any other places?"

"There is a little town in Wales called Winston. They have a stronghold set up in the abandoned Chamber's Mansion. A few of Fenir Greyback's minions are holed up there. Walden Macnair is probably there. And nobody is currently at this one, yet it should be mentioned, but there is an abandoned factory outside of London. It was used to build bombs in muggle World War II. It's the McMiller factory. It's been turned into a safe house. I'm the secret keeper so now you know where it is."

Hermione pushed her paper and pen towards him, "Write those all down. I know how secret keepers work Lucius. I need verification by you so these places can be raided."

The older wizard rolled his eyes, but complied. "That is all I know, if there are any more safe houses, then I wasn't made aware of them. As you know, I fell from grace. I'm sure my son has given you all the dirty details."

Hermione chuckled, "Again, none of your business. But I'll tell him that you said hi."

Hermione collected her notebook and returned it to her backpack. She walked to the door, opened it, motioned to a guard outside the door, who entered the room and led Lucius away.

"Wait, mudblood, are you going to testify to get my sentence reduced?"

Hermione sighed, her eye twitching when he called her mudblood, "I will testify that you are a dick, but you are cooperative. And it depends on how good this information is, if we catch a few more death eaters, your sentence will most likely be reduced. Especially if we catch Rookwood. The Weasleys might actually hug you."

Lucius looked at her quizzically, "What?"

"Rookwood is the one that killed Fred Weasley. I thought you knew that?"

"I didn't stick around for the second half of battle, in case your failed to notice. I collected my child and left."

"Well now you know. I will see you again, probably soon. Goodbye Lucius."

With that Hermione left the room, and walked to Kingsley's office. She knocked gently on the door.

"Come in," Kingsley called.

Hermione entered the room and placed her notebook on his desk, the page opened to her notes.

"He gave me the names. I had him write down the locations because he's the secret keeper. Bastard tried to trick me. He's a dick, but ultimately, he was cooperative." Hermione reported.

Kingsley looked over the notebook, "Can I have these notes?"

Hermione nodded, "Go for it. Do you know why he chose to talk only to me? I have a suspicion that it has to do with Draco refusing to talk to him."

"It's Draco now? Not Malfoy?"

"Kingsley, I don't care if you're prime minister, but if you also ask me about my sex life with Draco, I will hit you. Lucius is lucky that I didn't hex him."

"Lucius asked about your sex life?"

"Specifically, my relationship to his son. He refused to answer my questions unless I told him. Lucius is now aware of my sex life, and it's awful. I feel like I betrayed Draco." Hermione rambled. She trusted Kingsley with her life, and trusted him to not rat her out to anyone.

"Well, Hermione. I trust your judgment on this; if you see something that I don't inside of Draco Malfoy, then I will take you opinion seriously. Same goes with Lucius. If this information proves to be correct, and we round these people up, then we will see about reducing his sentence. And, as an elder to a younger, my advice is tell Draco the truth. That it was either tell Lucius about you two, or lose out on this information. Eventually, it will leak. But explain the situation to Draco. I expect that he will understand."

Hermione nodded, "Yes Prime Minister."

"Also, write to Harry and Ron more often. They worry about you. Hell, Molly worries about you. She says that you don't need to feel awkward. She holds no ill will towards you for your relationship not working out with her son. And that she still needs to properly thank you for getting George the help he needs. Yes, we talk about these things."

Hermione chuckled, "It's just been a rough year on me. I need some time to myself, to sort everything out."

"No, you're just afraid of losing another parent. Hermione, you need to let people in again. I'm glad to see you're letting the Malfoy boy in though. Go ahead and get back to school. You look tired."

Hermione laughed, "McGonagall woke us up this morning. She hasn't made eye contact with me all day."

Kingsley laughed, "Now that is funny. I'll see you later Hermione."

Hermione stood and went to the fire place, "Goodbye!" She took a handful of floo powder, stood in the fireplace, and said firmly, "Headmistress's office, Hogwarts school of Witch Craft and Wizardry."


We are going to power the heck through this shit ASAP because I have other projects that I want to work on! I'm trying to get this all done by fair time, which starts in a week! I will be hella tired during fair time. So I may post more chapters today/tomorrow/day after, either way expect this to be done by next week!
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