The door flew open and Remus rushed inside. He sat on Hermione's bed and looked at her with concern. Concern she felt she didn't deserve. "Hermione, are you alright?"

She didn't respond. She couldn't look in his eyes, she didn't know what to feel. Her mind was numb with confusion and guilt. A part of her was happy she was home, but another wished she was still lying on that desk with him standing beside her.

"Hemione," Lupin shook her lightly. "Hermione, say something..." Tears welled in her eyes and as much as she tried not to she started sobbing. Remus took her in his arms and held her, rocking slightly while several people stood in the doorway. "It's okay, don't worry, it's okay," he whispered, his face buried in her hair.

But everything wasn't okay and she knew it. She had no choices anymore, no more control. If she didn't help Voldamort, he would kill Lupin and herself. She couldn't bear to be at fault of his death, she loved him too much.

But how much do you love him if you could sleep with Severus...

How much could you love him if you would do that to him.

"I'm sorry Remus. I'm so sorry," she knew what he thought she was apologizing for, but it was better if he didn't know the truth... not now.

"It's alright Hermione. Nobody blames you," he soothed. "Listen, come to the kitchen, have something to eat." She nodded, got up slowly, and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. The room was lively as usual but the moment she stepped in everything went silent.

Harry jumped up and pulled her into a hug, "I'm just happy your okay." She couldn't help but chuckled inside about that.

She sat down and Molly put food in front of her. She ate in silence, and everyone watched. As she ate she felt the tension in the room grow, until someone decided to talk. "What happened to you?" It was Harry. Hermione stayed silent and continued to eat. "Hermione... please talk to us."

"Talk girl!" Moody roared.

Hermione continued to look at her plate. What am I supposed to say... I can't tell them about Remus... Or Snape... "I... I don't remember exactly..."

"Maybe we should use Legilimens. It could help you remember," Ron offered.

"No! No... that's okay. I just need some sleep," she got up and left the kitchen. All she wanted to do was sleep, make her mind stop reeling its constant jabber. She went upstairs and lay in her bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

It had been almost a week without hearing anything from Severus. She found that odd but relieving. Hermione knew this wasn't over... it was far from over, but she couldn't help be happy that she could enjoy a few days of peace. The order had stopped asking questions, everyone talked to her normally and she even had some fun with Harry, Ron, Ginny, and on occassion with Remus. But even during all of the happiness she had that nagging part of her brain telling her something was going to happen. Snape was going to come get her and she would have to tell Voldamort something.

She was sitting in the study reading when an Order meeting was called, not for everyone. Kingsley walked into the library and up to where Hermione was sitting. "Hermione, we need to talk to you in the kitchen."

"Sure..." she responded, closing her book and getting up. She knew exactly what this was about, she was just waiting until they would finally discuss it.

"So Hermione, you haven't heard anything lately from..."

"The informant?" She offered sitting down. "No, its been about a week and nothing."

"They're bound to come get you sometime, so we need to discuss what you will tell them," Arthur pointed out. Hermione sat in silence and looked at them expectantly. "We were thinking that you should tell them we are investigating suspicions on several spies of theirs in the ministry."

"That's too broad. He'll know im lying."

"Then make it believable," Moody said angrily.

"Moody, she's only trying to make sure the plan is fool proof," Arthur defended her.

"Nothing is fool proof with Voldamort. She should know that, and she still got herself into this mess!"

"Would you excuse me?" Hermione got up angrily and stormed out.

How could he blame this all on me?!

Well it is your fault.

She started the shower in her bathroom.

My fault? I went for a walk!

She undressed and stepped into the steaming shower. The hot water felt nice on her skin.

Just when I started to enjoy my day...

She got out of the shower and dried herself off, putting on her bra and panties. She looked at herself in the foggy mirror while she blow dried her hair. Her mane wasn't as curly as it used to be, and it thinned out some. Her hair fell in waves passed her shoulder, which complimented her slender frame. She'd grown up a lot since school, and she wasn't a little girl anymore... but with the situation she was in she felt as childish as ever.

Hermione opened the door of her bathroom to find a man with a black cloak and hood sitting on her bed. "Snape, if your here to take me to Voldamort i'm not going. Not today."

"I don't think you have a choice," the voice that came from the man wasn't Snapes. It was cold, and icy making Hermiones stomache flop. The man got up and turned towards her, his long silver hair coming out of his hood. Lucius Malfoy. The hate inside her swelled, but when she looked at his face and the dark smirk on his lips fear took over. "See, i'm not like Severus. I don't give you choices." His eyes raked her body as he stepped closer. Her wand was on her night table and he was directly inbetween. She took a step backward only to hit a wall. There was no where to go and she was positive he put silencing charms up. Her heart raced and the way he looked at her told her this wasn't going to end well. If only she put clothes on before she stepped out of the bathroom.

He was now standing right in front of her, his eyes filled with ice and darkness. Lucius grabbed her wrist and Hermione began to panick. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you to the dark lord of course," he chuckled to himself, and at that moment Hermione really wished she had her wand... and a shirt.