Tamantha was sick to her stomach. The Order found out about her. Not about her being Hermione, but they now knew Voldamort had a son and a daughter.

Harry had just got done telling Ron and Hermione about how Dumbledore had been showing Harry memories with Voldamort and they had concluded to Voldamort having children.

"Are you sure Harry?" Hermione started. "If he had children we would have found them by now, or worse, they would have found us."

"'Mione's got a point Harry." Ron said defending the bushy haired girl.

"I'm telling you guys!" Harry said trying to get them to listen. "Voldamort has children, and we need to fine them."

(!)

Tamantha stormed into her common room, and straight to Draco's room. "Malfoy we need to tal-" Tamantha stopped mid-sentence at the sight before her.

Some blonde was currently on top of Draco riding him. The blonde wrapped the sheets around herself, and got off of him. "Don't you knock mudblood?"

At the moment Draco was sure lucky Tamantha had to keep up the appearance of Hermione, or she would have killed him. "Sorry, I'll allow you do get back to your whore." She slammed the door shut and went into her room.

Tamantha was sick to her stomach. How could he? Why would he? Did it matter? She was the one who told him she didn't want him anyways.

The anger in her didn't subside though. Tamantha was pissed, and she would get back at him.

Now, was not the time though, it was great urgency that she wrote her dad letting him know that the Order knew of Tim and herself.

Father,

I know you do not wish me to write to you; however this is GREAT urgency. The Order now knows of Tim and me. They do not know of our names, locations, or faces, but they do know we exist. Potter has informed me they are going to be looking for us soon. Luckily he is relying on Hermione. So, I will stall this, and lead them in the wrong direction. We must find two people willing to play the part of your children, and make sure it's two people who are convincing.

Also, I have come up with a plan that may break Potter for good. It seems he has an infatuation with the Weasley girl. When I see you for the coming holidays, we will speak of our plan.

I know how our last confrontation went father, but remember, I will always be your little girl.

TR

Tamantha got on her cloak to head up to the owlery. As she walked the hallway to leave the blonde Draco had just been with came out of his room.

"Granger." The blonde said to her.

"Get out of my common room trash." She said walking past the girl.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous." The blonde said.

Hermione stopped and spun around to face the other girl. "Jealousy is for people who want something someone else has. I don't want the likes of Malfoy. My issue is that nonsense should not be going on in the heads dorm. For it I am deducting 100 points from your house, and the Slytherin house as well."

"You can't do that!" The blonde said.

"I believe I just did. Have a good day flavor of the week." Hermione said and left.

(!)

Tamantha was sitting in her room when she heard a knock at her door. "Who is it?" She called hoping it wasn't someone she had to turn to Hermione for.

"It's Blaise."

"Come in." She said. Blaise came in and shut the door quickly. She could tell by the look on his face it was important. "What's going on?"

"I got a letter," he said holding it up, "so did Draco."

"What did it say?"

"Your father wants us to kidnap Ginny." Blaise said worried.

"Uh, excuse me?" Tamantha said irritated. "Ginny is my problem to worry about. Give me that letter." Tamantha read through the letter quickly and felt her anger build with each word. Her father really did plan this, and behind her back. "You're not doing it."

"We have to!" Blaise yelled. "Your father ordered it."

"I don't care what my father ordered. I'm ordering you not to. I will be taking care of Ginny. Kidnapping her is not in the books right now. You will not follow through with this. Do you hear me Zabini?"

Tamantha was mad, and Blaise could see it. It wasn't just her father she was mad about though. It was something else. "What's wrong?"

"My father clearly." Tamantha said irritated.

"It's more than that Tammy." He said using his nickname he used for her when no one else was around.

"I'm fine Blaise." She said with a sigh. "Just tell Malfoy to not go through with this. Not till I talk to my father. We leave for holidays in two weeks, and we will discuss it then."

"Tamantha, you can't keep holding your feelings in. You know that right?" Blaise said concerned.

"Thank you." Was all she said.

Blaise knew this was his cue to leave, and he so he did. As he was walking out he stopped by Draco's room.

"Tamantha said don't go through with The Dark Lord's plan. She has another plan for the Weasley girl." Blaise said to the blonde.

"Is she trying to get us killed?" Draco asked irritated.

"I don't know." Blaise noticed how agitated Draco looked. "I'm going to guess whatever is wrong with you has to do with her, and whatever is wrong with her has to do with you."

"It's none of your concern Zabini."

"We are in the middle of a war Malfoy." He said irritated now as well. "Stop playing games until Potter is dead."

"You can leave now."

Blaise went to walk out, but stopped and turned to Draco. "You want her to love her, but do and say everything you can to hurt her. I don't know what you did this time Draco, but whatever it is, its only going to push her further away." With that Blaise left slamming the door behind him.

Draco just started at the door angry. As right as Blaise was, he was too hurt to even care about what Tamantha felt anymore. He was in love with her, and she spit on that love. Being nice was no longer an option.

Tamantha liked causing people pain, and it was his turn to dish it back to her.

A/N: You got your dark Draco.