I wake to Lovegood whispering my name frantically. I blink groggily. "What is it Lovegood?" I lift myself up to an elbow and find her bright eyes in the dark.

"She knows. Hermione figured out it was you."

I sit up fully. "What? How? How do you know?"

"I was asleep and so was she. She was dreaming. About you. About that night. Then it changed. The Yule Ball, you gave her a cloak?"

I feel nauseous as I think back to the night I found her on the castle grounds after the Ball. I had just watched her storm out of the Entrance Hall after the Weasel had picked a fight with her over the Bulgarian dunce, Viktor Krum. She had left the hall in nothing but her silky blue dress. I remember thinking that she must be out of her mind; it's Christmas and it's freezing out.

I slowly nod to Luna. "She and Weasley were fighting. She went outside, in the snow. I followed because… Well, you know why I followed. She was by the Black Lake, I don't even think she knew she was shivering. I put my cloak over her shoulders and just sat with her. We didn't talk, barely looked at each other… It's the only time I've let myself just indulge in her."

Luna just gazes at me dreamily. I hold her stare and clear my throat. "What do you think she will do, now that she knows?"

Luna cocks her head. "She's smart. She won't disclose the information to just anyone. She won't want to get you killed if the wrong person finds out. She will most likely think you did it to have her in your debt."

"That's not why I did it," I snap harshly.

Lovegood is unaffected. "I know it's not. But she can't See your mind the way I can, Draco."

I only nod and look away. What will she do now that she knows? Will she tell Saint Potter and the Weasel? They'd easily hunt me down and kill me for it if they think I did it for a favor. Before I can even begin to hope that she keeps it to herself, my Mark burns.

Sliding out of bed, I clear my mind, pushing all thoughts to the back and only focusing on the Dark Lord.

"The energy is different today. Almost frantic. Be safe, Draco."

I don't even have a moment to process what she says before my Mark burns again. "He's calling for us," I tell her. "I'll have Millie come with breakfast for you." She nods and her dreamy stare seems mildly worried.

Down in the dining room, I take my seat to the left of the Dark Lords chair, the space my father used to fill. It has been almost a year to the day that he was taken out by a swarm of the Order as he patrolled in Hogsmeade. I still cannot bring myself to be sad about his demise, and I wonder idly what type of son that makes me.

As the seats are filled around the table, the murmur of voices grows. However, all is silent the second the Dark Lord sweeps into the room. Heads bow as He takes his seat.

"Tonight," his cold voice begins. "Tonight, we begin plans to draw out the Order. I want them all disposed of by Saturday next. We have one of their own, the Lovegood girl." He draws a small vial from his cloak. I instantly recognize it. "We draw them out, using the girl. They'll all come to rescue her. Once they all appear, we use this, and the Order is no more. I will reign supreme."

All around the table, there are chuckles. I am focusing on the vial he has placed on the table, wondering what exactly Severus has brewed for the Dark Lord.

"How will the girl be used as bait, My Lord?" the table grows silent again. No one dares question the Dark Lord – no one except me. I've carefully and quickly been rising in his ranks and he holds a certain degree of tolerance for me. Not respect, never respect. Only tolerance.

He surveys me with a sharp glance and steeples his fingers in his lap.

"Ah, young Draco. You are a large part of the plan. You will take your little pet to the Cottage on the Mound and let her loose, but only long enough for their scouts to see her. This will be enough to bring most of them to us. Once there, one drop of this," he indicates the vial. "And the Order will lose it's strongest members. Let us not forget though, I want the Mudblood in my hands, alive."

"How do you know who they will send?" I see a small flash of anger in his red eyes this time. But it's gone as he gives a small smile.

"Your pet is a close friend of the three I desire the most. They will come." He nods his head at me. This means no further questions.

I rise from the table only to drop to a knee and bow my head. "As you wish My Lord." The rest of the room follows suit, men and women dropping to their knees before our Master. I rise first, bowing my head once more at the Dark Lord, before sweeping from the room.