A Birthday to Remember.

Harry Potter let out a low moan as the witch sitting astride his lap moved and rubbed against his rock hard erection. With a low giggle the witch in question repeated her movement, causing Harry to moan again and for his breath to catch in his throat.

"Tease," he breathed heavily, brushing aside the thick curly hair of his girlfriend, Hermione Granger.

"You love it really," Hermione shot back, gazing at Harry with wide brown eyes.

"I love you," Harry said sincerely.

"I love you too, Harry," Hermione returned as she bent her head to connect their lips.

Given the fact the pair were in a semi-state of undress, with Harry's shirt completely open and Hermione's blouse open enough to display her baby pink bra, the kiss was anything but innocent. As their tongues danced around each other, their bodies pressed against one another and Harry's hand snuck in between them and up towards Hermione's bra enclosed breast.

"I want you so much," he admitted in a low voice as they finally broke their steamy kiss.

"I want you too," Hermione confessed quietly.

"You do?"

Harry instantly froze at the admission and wondered what to do next. Heavy petting was as far as the couple had gone, and even though Harry was desperate for more, he had no idea what to actually do. He was a virgin, as was Hermione, and he was terrified of doing something wrong and wrecking the most precious relationship in his life.

"Don't look so surprised, Harry," Hermione chuckled. "Why wouldn't I want you? You're my boyfriend. Besides, I don't let just anyone see me in my underwear."

"Actually, I've never seen you in your underwear," Harry replied cheekily. "In fact I've never even seen your knickers."

"They match my bra," Hermione purred seductively. "And one day soon you'll see them. In fact, I'm hoping that one day soon you'll see me in a lot less."

"That would be great," Harry croaked, his already raging arousal ramping up even further at the thought of his girlfriend in nothing at all.

"You have no idea how much I'm tempted to say let's do it now," Hermione confided, running her fingers down Harry's bare torso towards his belt buckle.

"Sex?" Harry squeaked, his mind overrun of sexy images of a naked Hermione.

"Yes Harry, sex," Hermione confirmed, her voice low and sultry. "Don't you think it's time we took things to the next level? We have been dating for nearly a year."

"I'm ready when you are," Harry said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. As eager as he was to sleep with Hermione, his nerves about performance issues just wouldn't leave him.

"So I can feel," Hermione giggled, wiggling slightly to rub against Harry's raging erection.

"If you don't stop that I'm going to embarrass myself," Harry muttered, reaching out to stop Hermione from wriggling on his lap.

"I don't think it would be embarrassing, I think it would be sexy," Hermione whispered.

"Really?" Harry gulped.

"Really," Hermione confirmed. "But maybe we should wait until the right time."

"The right time?" Harry questioned, wondering why now wasn't the right time. They may have been in school, but they were currently hidden away in the Room of Requirements, and he knew that no-one could enter the room as long as he and Hermione were using it.

"Do you honestly think this is the right time or place?" Hermione asked, glancing around the room which was styled very similarly to the Gryffindor common room. In fact the chair they were curled up on was virtually identical to one that sat beside the fire in Gryffindor Tower.

"We could make the room more romantic," Harry suggested.

"It's not just the room," Hermione admitted with a sigh as she hopped off Harry's lap and began to fasten her blouse.

Harry watched Hermione cover up with disappointment, but seeing his girlfriend redressing did nothing to help with his arousal. He was still incredibly turned on and was well aware that it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge.

"I want our first time to be perfect, Harry," Hermione continued. "I want to be able to spend the entire night with you, and wake up the next morning in your arms."

"We can do that here," Harry argued. "We can conjure a bed in the room and spend the whole night together."

"Because that won't cause trouble with certain redheads," Hermione snorted.

The mention of Ron and Ginny Weasley did manage to put a dampener on Harry's arousal, and just thinking of the siblings was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over him. Ron was Harry's best friend and he also considered Ginny a friend, but truth be told neither of them had taken his relationship with Hermione very well, and these days there was an atmosphere between them most of the time and more and more Harry felt as though the day was coming when he would have to choose between Hermione and the Weasleys.

"Ron and Ginny can't stop us from being together," Harry assured his girlfriend. It was something he'd told Hermione more than once, but yet he still felt as though Hermione was worried that one day he would choose the two redheads over her and end things with her.

"Maybe not, but they can make life bloody difficult for us," Hermione argued. "They both hate me these days."

"They don't hate you," Harry protested, even though deep down he wasn't sure if he even believed what he was saying.

"Of course they do," Hermione retorted with a bitter laugh. "Ginny hates me for taking you from her."

"Firstly, I was never hers," Harry pointed out. "She might have had a crush on me, but it wasn't mutual. I've never looked at her as anything other than a friend. And the same goes for Ron. Not that you can say he hated you for taking me from him."

"But he does," Hermione replied. "Not in a romantic sense, but he still hates me for taking your attention away from him. He's worried that I mean more to you than he does, and he hates me for that."

"Hermione, you cannot let Ron and Ginny's petty behaviour ruin things for us," Harry said gently, reaching out to take hold of his girlfriend's hand. "We love each other, and it's our choice if we want to spend the night together. There's nothing they can do to stop us."

"They can alert the Professors when we're not back in the Tower by curfew," Hermione argued. "And I'm fairly sure Ron knows where we come to be alone. But even if they don't find us and spoil our night together, we'd still be in trouble in the morning and it would taint everything."

"What do you suggest?" Harry asked. "We're still in sixth year, so that's a whole other year after these last few weeks of term. Do you want us to wait until we leave school?"

"I don't think I can wait that long," Hermione replied with a slight chuckle. "I was actually thinking we could spend the night together over the summer."

"It sounds great, but how would we manage it?" Harry frowned. "I spend the first part of my summer with my Aunt and Uncle, and they might not give a fig about me, but they wouldn't agree to me going away for the night, nor would they agree for you to stay over. And then once I can leave their place, I'm with the Order for the rest of the summer. And we're much more likely to get caught at Grimmauld Place."

"I didn't say it was going to be easy," Hermione said. "But I'm worth taking a bit of a risk for, aren't I?"

"Definitely," Harry confirmed with a grin. "You already have a plan, don't you?"

"I do," Hermione chuckled as she resettled herself on Harry's lap. "You know me so well, Harry."

"Better than anyone else," Harry replied confidently. "So tell me your plan, Hermione. How do you suggest we have a perfect first time together?"

"I was thinking it could be your birthday treat," Hermione said.

"But my birthday is always when I join up with the Order," Harry protested.

"I was thinking you could arrange to go to the Order the day after your birthday," Hermione said. "It shouldn't arouse too much suspicion if you suggest meeting, say the Weasleys, in Diagon Alley the day after your birthday. And you tell your Aunt and Uncle you're meeting them on your birthday, when instead you'll meet me and we can go to a hotel for the evening. It'll be perfect Harry. We can spend the whole night together, and then once I join the Order towards the end of the holidays, we'll have weeks to spend together."

"Now that sounds like a plan," Harry replied with a grin. "And I can do my part. I promise you Hermione, come my birthday, I'm all yours."

"And I promise you Harry, it'll be a birthday you never forget," Hermione vowed as she embraced Harry.

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On the afternoon of his birthday, Harry left the Dursleys, telling his Aunt and Uncle that he was meeting Ron's family and would be spending the rest of the summer with the Weasleys. As usual his family put up no resistance to his departure, and they didn't even question why none of the Weasleys had come to pick him up as had been their routine for the past couple of years. Instead, Harry was free to walk out of the Dursleys house, where he walked a short distance before summoning the Knight Bus and travelling down to London.

Harry was due to meet Hermione in The Leaky Cauldron, and no-one gave the two teenagers a second glance when they met in the middle of the pub and greeted each other with a kiss. Nor did anyone bat an eyelid when instead of heading into Diagon Alley, the pair left via the muggle door and entered the muggle world.

"So where are we going?" Harry asked as the pair walked down the street away from the pub and ducked into a deserted alley.

"A small hotel beside the sea," Hermione replied. "It's a muggle hotel, but I've been to the resort before so I should be able to apparate us close enough to our destination."

"Are you sure you can apparate us both?" Harry checked. Since Hermione was already seventeen she'd taken her apparition test, and of course had passed with flying colours, but Harry wasn't sure if she was experienced enough to get them both to their destination safely.

"Have faith, Harry, I can do this," Hermione said as she pulled out her wand.

Putting his trust in his girlfriend, Harry swung his backpack onto his shoulder and held onto Hermione's hand. Seconds later he felt the swirl of apparition sweep over him and for a few seconds it was as though he was floating and his surroundings blurred around him. However, it was only a brief experience and he soon felt solid ground beneath his feet.

"Oh, that is not pleasant as a passenger," Harry muttered. Although to be fair he'd never actually liked apparition even when he'd been the one in charge, and he wasn't even sure he would be able to pass his test when it came to it upon his return to Hogwarts.

"I have heard that side along apparition isn't pleasant," Hermione admitted. "But I'll make it up to you," she promised with a grin.

"I can't wait," Harry returned, slowly starting to feel more normal.

Once he was completely fine, the pair ventured out of the alleyway they'd landed in and Harry found they were in a lovely looking seaside resort. The alley they'd emerged from had been situated between a couple of gift shops and Harry could see they were on the seafront. He could also smell the delicious waft of fish and chips and candy-floss.

"Where are we?" Harry asked. He felt the place was vaguely familiar, but he'd never travelled with the Dursleys so he knew he hadn't been there before, but he might have seen pictures somewhere.

"Whitby," Hermione replied. "Is it okay?"

"Yeah, it looks good," Harry said.

"It is," Hermione said with a nod. "How about we go and check into our hotel, and then come back out for some fish and chips. We might as well enjoy the afternoon."

Harry was more than happy with the plan, and he was pleased to find their hotel was only a short walk from where they'd arrived. When they arrived at their hotel, Hermione checked them in and Harry was surprised that no-one seemed to question the fact they were still teenagers.

"A few sneaky charms to distract them," Hermione confided when Harry asked her about the lack of questions regarding their age.

"Hermione, what if you were caught?" Harry gasped, not wanting his girlfriend to get into trouble.

"I'm not under-age any-more, Harry," Hermione replied. "And neither are you. We can do magic whenever and wherever we want. Besides, I didn't hurt the muggles, only stopped them questioning the fact we're still only seventeen, and technically not adults in their world."

"You have a fair bit of Slytherin in you," Harry laughed. "I don't know whether to be impressed or worried."

"Go for impressed," Hermione said, shooting Hermione a wicked grin as they reached their room and she pushed open the door to their suite. "After all, without my Slytherin side we wouldn't be here, about the have the night of our lives."

"True," Harry agreed, entering the room and allowing himself to be distracted by the large bed which dominated the suite.

"Looks tempting, doesn't it?" Hermione purred in his ear. "Maybe we should forget the fish and chips and have an early night."

"As tempting as that sounds, I do think we should make the most of our time together," Harry said. "Let's treat this as a proper little holiday. It's still early, so let's go and have some food and explore before coming back here for the night."

"Building up the anticipation, are you Harry?" Hermione laughed.

"More like putting off the moment I make a complete and utter arse of myself," Harry confessed. "I don't want to disappoint you, Hermione."

"You won't," Hermione assured her boyfriend as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't forget, this is my first time as well. We can learn together, and something tells me we'll have fun doing so."

With his nerves slightly settled, Harry dumped his bags and after the pair quickly got freshened up they headed back out to enjoy the sights of Whitby and to grab some delicious fish and chips. After a couple of hours exploring and enjoying the beautiful summer weather, the couple made their way back to the hotel, each anticipating the night that lay ahead.

"You don't mind if I have a bath, do you?" Hermione asked as she unzipped her bag and rummaged around for her things. "And then I thought I could slip into something a bit sexier," she added with a slight blush as she showed Harry a bag from a lingerie shop.

"You do what you want," Harry said eagerly, his eyes lingering on the bag and his mind running over ideas for what could be inside.

"I just want this evening to be perfect," Hermione said as she gave Harry a kiss and disappeared into the bathroom.

While Hermione was in the bathroom, Harry poked around the hotel room and watched a bit of television. However, he couldn't really focus as all he could think about was Hermione getting ready for their evening together. And Harry's focus wasn't helped when Hermione emerged from the bathroom, one of the large fluffy bathrobes wrapped around her.

"Are you not hot in that?" Harry asked, dying to see what she had on underneath.

"It is a bit warm," Hermione conceded as she slowly pulled open the belt on the bathrobe.

As the robe fell open, Harry let out a whimper as he got his first glimpse of what his girlfriend looked like under her clothes. Hermione was wearing a silky red and black bra and knickers set, which highlighted her impressive cleavage and long, toned legs.

"Do you like it?" Hermione asked, sounding nervous. "It's not too much, is it?"

"It's perfect," Harry replied in a low gravelly voice.

"Perhaps you should also freshen up, and I can order some room service," Hermione suggested.

"I'm not hungry," Harry said, barely able to tear his eyes away from Hermione's scantily clad body.

"I wasn't thinking about a meal, I was thinking of some champagne and cake. It is your birthday after all, Harry and we should celebrate in style."

"Aren't we under-age for champagne?"

"Magic, Harry, magic," Hermione chuckled as she pulled her bathrobe back together and turned to send for some room service.

Grabbing some things, Harry quickly darted into the bathroom and hastily freshened himself up for the evening ahead. By the time he returned to the bedroom, Hermione informed him that she'd ordered room service and it would be here any moment. Sure enough, Harry had barely sat down on the bed beside Hermione when there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," he offered hastily, not really wanting any of the staff to see Hermione in her robe, even though it was now closed again and it was impossible to tell what she was wearing, or rather what she wasn't, underneath.

Rushing to the door, Harry pulled it open and frowned when he was faced with an empty hallway. Wondering if whoever had knocked had started to walk away, Harry stepped outside into the hallway. However, the second he was out of the door he felt a sharp prod on the back of his neck and knew someone had their wand pressed up against him. Unfortunately Harry's own wand was back in the bedroom as he hadn't figured he would need it while answering the door to muggle hotel staff.

"Hello, Potter," a low, drawling voice whispered in his ear. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Malfoy," Harry spat, even though he was unable to turn around and see the wizard in question.

Although as if to prove he was right, Draco Malfoy's two best friends, Blaise Zabini and Theo Nott walked into view, their own wands pointing at Harry. Once upon a time Harry would have expected to find Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle with Malfoy, but these days he was closer to Blaise and Theo, and truth be told Blaise and Theo were rather more dangerous than Crabbe and Goyle and Harry was a lot warier of Malfoy now he hung around with friends with brains.

"In case it hasn't occurred to you yet, we've got you exactly where we want," Draco informed Harry. "There's three of us against the one of you, so be good, do as we say and we might not hurt your little mudblood in there."

"You touch Hermione and I'll kill the lot of you," Harry swore.

"Temper, temper, Potter," Draco tutted. "Now turn around and we're all going to go inside your room."

With three wands on him, Harry had little choice but to do as Draco ordered. Turning around, he glared at the smirking blond and led the way into the bedroom. Since Draco was right behind him, he wasn't even able to shout a warning to Hermione, so she was also unarmed when they entered the room.

"What the hell is going on?" she demanded, jumping off the bed and backing away when she spotted the three Slytherins with Harry.

"Isn't it a bit early to be ready for bed, Granger?" Draco taunted as Blaise shut the door behind them and used magic to silence the room. "Or was it something other than sleep you planned on doing?"

"If that's the case, it's a good job we dropped in," Theo remarked. "I'm not sure even Granger deserves to suffer the attentions of Potter."

"It could be worse, she could be here with Weasley," Blaise joked.

"Enough," Hermione snapped, her eyes darting around the room as though she was trying to remember where she'd left her wand. "What is going on here?"

"We've come to pay Potter a birthday visit," Draco said, moving towards Hermione at exactly the same time as Theo and Blaise grabbed Harry to stop him from interfering.

"Get away from her, Malfoy," Harry shouted, struggling to break free from Theo and Blaise.

"I think not," Draco smirked as he casually grabbed hold of the tie on Hermione's bathrobe and tugged it open.

"Hot," Blaise remarked with a low wolf whistle.

"Not bad I suppose," Draco replied, reaching out and running his fingers over the lace edges of Hermione's bra.

"Get off me," Hermione snapped, slapping Draco's hands away and moving backwards.

"Now, now, Granger, play nice or else Blaise and Theo will hurt your boyfriend," Draco said as he pulled Hermione back towards him and divested her of the fluffy bathrobe. "Blaise is right, you are pretty hot under that prissy exterior," he remarked, his grey eyes slowly roving over Hermione's scantily clad body.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry demanded, not liking the way the Slytherin was gazing at Hermione. Usually he would have said that Draco was all talk, but right now there was an air of danger around him that wasn't normally present and quite honestly, Harry wasn't sure what he and his friends were capable of.

"You'll be coming with us," Draco replied, waving a dismissive hand over his shoulder as his gaze remained riveted to Hermione.

"And me?" Hermione asked, standing firm under Draco's calculating stare.

"I've yet to decide on you," Draco admitted. "We were going to knock you out and leave you here, but you're looking ever so tempting."

"I wouldn't try it if I were you Malfoy," Hermione warned. "My wand may be in my bag, but I've still got enough wandless magic to knock you into next week if you so much as lay one grubby paw on me. Try and rape me and you will regret it."

"Who mentioned rape?" Draco cackled. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me for more. Although I will first have to do something about your colour choices. The underwear is appealing enough, but the colours leave a lot to be desired."

With a couple of flicks of his wand and some muttering under his breath, Draco turned the red silk of Hermione's underwear into a deep shade of green. He did however leave the black lace edging.

"How predictable," Hermione remarked with a roll of her eyes. "What's wrong Malfoy, can't you perform unless a girl is wearing Slytherin colours?"

"It's an improvement on you looking like the Gryffindor Princess," Draco retorted as he slowly circled around Hermione and came to a halt behind her. "Now you look like a Slytherin Princess," he said, his grey eyes locked on Harry in a taunting fashion. "My Slytherin Princess," he added in a low voice as his hand not holding his wand slid silkily over Hermione's shoulder and down towards her breasts.

"Malfoy!" Harry spat, struggling even harder to get free of Blaise and Theo as Draco's hand closed around Hermione's left breast.

"What is it Potter?" Draco asked in a bored drawl, his attention focused on the witch standing in front of him. "Can't you see Granger and I are getting to know one another?"

"She doesn't want to get to know you," Harry snarled. "Get off her, or you're going to regret it."

"Am I?" Shooting Harry a smirk, he trailed his lips up Hermione's neck towards her ear. "What do you say, sweetheart? Do you want me to get off you?"

"You know, I really don't think I do," Hermione purred as she seemed to lean back against Draco and the panic Harry had earlier seen in her eyes melted away to be replaced with amusement.

"What? Why? I don't understand," Harry muttered, stopping his struggle as he tried to work out what sort of spell Draco had cast on his girlfriend.

"And I thought Weasley was supposed to be the thick one," Theo laughed. "It's called a trap, Potter. And Hermione was the bait."

"And a cracking bit of bait at that," Blaise said appreciatively. "To be fair you can't blame Potter for falling for it. Any red-blooded wizard would have been just as easily fooled if he thought he was going to take the Gryffindor Princesses virginity."

"I don't want to hear about her losing her virginity, she's my cousin," Theo moaned. "Hey, Potter didn't touch you, did he, Hermione?"

"Wake up Theo, she lost her virginity ages ago and it wasn't to Potter," Blaise laughed.

"Draco," Theo exploded, glaring angrily at his friend.

"Now is not the time, Theo," Draco muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"We will be talking about this later," Theo warned. "And I will be telling my Uncle about this as well."

"I'm fairly sure your Uncle knows the score," Draco remarked with a casual shrug.

"You hope," Theo shot back. "Because if he doesn't already know, I think he would have something to say about you taking the innocence of his only daughter."

"Can we stop discussing my virginity," Hermione scowled as she reached for the bathrobe Draco had discarded earlier and pulled it back on. "In case you've all forgotten, we're here for Harry. Today is his day."

"I don't understand," Harry whimpered. He'd been trying to follow the conversation, but all he could really focus on was the fact Hermione seemed to be in on whatever plan was under-way.

"Truth time, Harry," Hermione said, perching on the bed near to where Blaise and Theo still had a tight hold of Harry. "I am not who you think I am. My parents are both magical. My mother is Theo's Aunt, and my father is The Dark Lord."

"No," Harry whimpered. His knees buckled under the revelation, but he didn't collapse thanks to the tight grip the two Slytherins had on him. "It's not true."

"It is," Hermione confirmed with a nod. "Granger is the surname of my childhood nanny, and she and her husband pose as the muggle couple you think are my parents. Dumbledore knew the rumours that my mother was involved with The Dark Lord back in the day, so we were worried that if I went to school as myself, as a Nott, he would be able to work out who my father was. So hence the muggleborn act."

"And what about the befriending me act?" Harry spat, re-finding some of his spirit even though all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. "It was an act, wasn't it? You've never cared for me, have you?"

"Actually, if you weren't my father's enemy and the key to his return, I wouldn't have anything against you," Hermione admitted. "It was never my plan to befriend you. I didn't expect to be in Gryffindor, and I didn't expect you to offer me the hand of friendship. But when it came, it seemed foolish to turn it down. After all, being close to you might have helped my father."

"Did it?" Harry spat, thinking about all his previous run-ins with Voldemort and wondering just how many Hermione had played a part in.

"Not until now," Hermione replied. "Believe it or not, up until this point everything that has happened between you and my father has happened without any interference from me. But now this is my time to shine. I am going to give my father the one thing he needs to complete his return."

"Complete his return?" Harry frowned. "What are you talking about Hermione? He's been back for two years. I should bloody well know, he used me to help in his sodding ritual."

"That was only part of the ritual, Harry," Hermione replied with a chuckle. "What you did at the graveyard was only a temporary cure for my father's ails. To make it permanent a sacrifice must be made. The blood of his greatest enemy must be spilled, and it must be spilled the day he becomes an adult."

"And that is what all this is about," Harry muttered, seeing everything oh so clearly now Hermione was no longer lying to him. "You started this relationship to get closer to me, didn't you? You used my feelings for you to get me to defy the Order and sneak away with you. I should have been safe. Your father shouldn't have been able to get his hands on me."

"Maybe he's not as thick as the Weasel," Draco remarked. "He never would have worked that out."

"So I'm right?" Harry snorted.

"You're right," Hermione confirmed. "I knew that because of the protective measures Dumbledore had on you that my father wouldn't stand a chance of getting anywhere near you today. So I had to find a way of getting you away from the Order. I had to make sure that you would come away with me and never suspect anything."

"So you pretended to love me," Harry spat accusingly. "You dated me, you kissed me, you let me feel you up, but all the time you were using me. And what, shagging Malfoy on the side? And how does he feel about that? How does he feel about the fact I've had my hands on you."

"I know exactly how much access you've had to Hermione, and I know the best you've had is a bit of a grope," Draco snorted. "Don't get me wrong, I would you rather you hadn't even had that, but I can live with it."

"Why? Because it's for the greater good?" Harry scoffed. "Wake up Malfoy. She's a tart. She's virtually prostituted herself to me, and I bet she would do it again if her precious father asked her to. I mean look at earlier on, she wasn't shy about standing around in her underwear."

"What have I got to be shy about?" Hermione asked with a laugh. "And as for doing this again, it won't be necessary Harry. After today, you'll be gone and my father will be properly back. My good girl act is nearing the end."

"And you don't think the Order are going to find out what's happened here?" Harry questioned. "We met at The Leaky Cauldron, Hermione. Plenty of people saw us together this afternoon."

"Funny think about that, there was a potion spillage in The Leaky Cauldron this afternoon and the entire place was exposed to a strong forgetfulness potion. Not only will anyone who was in the pub have short term memory issues for a while, but they certainly won't remember anything of today," Theo said. "So you're out of luck, Potter. No-one will recall you leaving with Hermione."

"And when I'm informed of your disappearance, I can claim to have been at home in the muggle world, and that our only plans to meet were at the end of the summer," Hermione said. "I will play the concerned girlfriend as the world searches for you, and when the time is right, I will join my father and if I'm feeling generous I'll tell the Order what happened to you."

"I won't come without a fight," Harry snarled. "If you're going to kill me, I'm not going to make it easy on you."

"I never thought you would, Harry," Hermione replied with a shrug. "But where's the fun in you coming easy. Fight all you want, we're ready for you."

Hermione was true to her word, and even though Harry did indeed fight, he didn't win. The best he did was to give Blaise a bloody nose and split Theo's lip. He didn't even manage to inflict any damage to Draco and Hermione, and the last sight he saw before Draco knocked him out cold was Hermione blowing him a kiss and cackling wickedly. He'd been well and truly suckered by her good girl act, and because of it, he'd allowed himself to walk into a trap. A trap that would ultimately lead him to Voldemort and to his death.

As for Hermione, she revelled in her position as the person who had delivered Harry Potter to her father, and gained prestige among the Death Eaters. And of course she also kept up her pretence with the Order and she was front and centre in the search for Harry, her grief visible for everyone to see. She played the part of the grieving girlfriend to perfection and no-one suspected her involvement until the time was right and her true colours were exposed. But by then it was too late for the Order to really do anything. Harry Potter was dead, and without their saviour all they could really do was rebel against Voldemort's regime and all rebellions were dealt with fairly quickly, until there was no-one left to rebel and the dark had full control of Wizarding Britain.