A/n I've been having a lot going on the past few days/ weeks and I have a lot on my mind right now, (apart from exams) so the story will be a little slower being posted. Just wanted to let everyone know that.

Anarchy Star- aw I hope you're better now!! ^^ maybe this will cheer you up?

I received my first flame. Wasn't too bad, but now I REALIZE that it IS dumbledorE! HAPPY?? SORRY if it wasn't PERFECT! and it WILL be rated R soon so just STAY OFF MY BACK! God damn! I HATE perfectionists! \ Overreacting… calming down… Go ahead and read the story all the people who APPRECIATE me!

16

It was eight o'clock when Draco and Hermione awoke the next morning. Hermione stood up with a slight pain in her abdomen, but she was fine after a second. She gave Draco a quick look before starting to make her breakfast. Draco was reading a letter, and a black owl perched on the window. She watched the expression on his face as he read the letter. Draco looked puzzled, worried, and finally, upset. Very upset. He threw down the letter, (DAMN IT!) stomped up the stairs (god damn mot-) and slammed his door. Hermione was obviously taken aback and confused. She picked up the letter and started to read it.

Mr. Draco Malfoy-

You're time has come. The dark lord awaits your arrival to the black castle. He is sending 20 deatheaters who will take you back, and kill the mudblood. It would be best if you kissed her good bye tonight, as the lord is coming tomorrow. Tomorrow night at six pm, you are to kill the girl. No questions asked. Just wait to kill her until tomorrow night.

Lucius Malfoy

"Lucius Malfoy… HE'S DEAD GOD DAMN IT!" Hermione yelled so suddenly, the black owl tumbled off the ledge and fell. "DRACO MALFOY YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" Draco, in his room, could hear Hermione screaming at him. He groaned and looked out the window. He didn't want her to find out, he planned on running away, or something, but how could he have been so stupid. He had left the damn letter down there on the kitchen counter. "DRACO MALFOY I AM COMING UP NOW!!!" he laughed quietly. 'Sounds just like my mother' he thought, looking at the door. "Alohamora" she mumbled, slamming open the door and waving the letter around. "What is this??" she yelled, the letter now on the floor. "Draco, why didn't you tell me that you were going to be a deatheater?" he phone rang. "GOD DAMN IT CALL BACK LATER!" she threw the phone as hard as she could at the wall on the other side of the hall, breaking it into a million pieces. "Draco why! How could you do this to me!" at this she sat down on his bed, clutching herself, sobbing. "Mione, shh. It's not as it seems. You don't understand!" "What is there to understand?? You betrayed me! How could you!" He sighed. "Mione, will you just hear me out?" she sniffed and looked at him, her eyes full of pain. "Fine. Go on." This was going to be a long story.

"It began like this. During the summer I was taken to the Groddik Cemetery in the far western corners of England. This cemetery is where every dead member of the Riddle family is buried. Every one of them, except for Salazar Slytherin. Salazar is buried at Hogwarts. Well, even Voldemort's father is buried there, so this of course was where Harry was taken to when Voldemort came to Hogwarts in the fourth year." Hermione nodded, the tears still sliding down her face in two red streams. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot now, and her neck was beginning to hurt for some reason. "Go on." She whispered, her voice hoarse. "Well, when my father and I touched down from our ride on the portkey, there were at least 50 deatheaters there. They stood in a circle, with Voldemort standing in the middle. Voldemort instructed me to come to him. I did as I was told. He asked me if I wished to become a deatheater. I told him that I had no intention of becoming one. So he… he…" Draco shuddered. "He put me under the Craticus curse. Flat out pain, Mione. Flat out pain. Anyways, he released the curse a second later and asked if I wanted to be a deatheater again. I thought about it, and decided that it would be smarter to go with what they wanted me to say, than say what I believe and die from saying it." Hermione's breath caught in her throat. "You said yes…" Draco shook his head. "I said no." she slowly smiled. But Draco looked shifty. "Do you remember the Amandemor Curse?" Hermione's eyes widened again. "Yes. I remember that horrible curse! How could I forget it?" "Well," Draco started. "I think that it's time that we go back to Hogwarts." Hermione looked shocked. "With Dumbledore running around? He's going to come back to Hogwarts!" "No, Hermione. Dumbledore is not a deatheater. I don't think he is at least. Let's apparate in Hogsmead, and walk to Hogwarts. Maybe if we check in Dumbledore's office, we can find something. I'm pretty sure that I would have heard from my father if Dumbledore was a death eater or not. I told him that I wanted to be a deatheater but I wasn't ready yet." Hermione suddenly remembered why she was screaming in the first place. "Draco, isn't your father dead?" Draco gave her a look like she was crazy. "No, Mione, we talked about this in the beginning of the year. He just beats me every now and then." Hermione nodded. "We're leaving at eleven tonight. Be in the kitchen then. I need some time to be alone." Draco nodded and she went into her room to get a few things that she might need.

When ten thirty rolled around, a black owl soared into the room. "Father." Draco muttered. A large piece of parchment was tied to the owl's legs. Draco unrolled it and read the few words listed on the paper. "I am a Malfoy, and I am going to wreck havoc on all wizards?" the parchment turned to a shiny silver, with glossy green words at the top. The Malfoy Map of the World "did you know about this?" Hermione asked, looking at a perfect map of New York City. The exact location of themselves was shown. "Yeah, I heard about it but I never knew that it was real!! Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown." The four immediately showed up on the map as glossy green dots with their names above them. "This is just like Harry's map!" Draco looked confused. "Oh, the Marauder's Map. Not really. This one is a map of the world, and that one was just of Hogwarts. Plus this one let's you control who you want to see. Harry potter, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Lavender brown. (Their dots disappeared every time Draco said their names.) Let's see…" he looked over the map. Little green lines clearly displayed the exact location of Draco and Hermione. "Look there. If we go to the Starbucks that we met at yesterday, we can go through the janitor's closet by the restrooms to an apparating portal. It's the closest one." Draco looked out the window. The open sign was still glowing. "I would say that we have 15 minutes or so to get there." Hermione nodded "Accio Cloak." Harry's invisibility cloak came zooming over to them. "Just in case" she added with a shrug. With that they left the house.

When they had finished running to the coffee shop, they ordered two espressos. "Best if we don't fall asleep along the way" they grabbed the coffee and turned down to the closet, ignoring the looks that they received from everyone when they entered the closet. "Ready?" Hermione stopped suddenly. "I just remembered something- I don't know HOW to apparate!!!" Draco rolled his eyes and showed her a little card that was in his back pocket. "An apparating license?? But don't you have to be eighteen to get it??" "I am eighteen, Mione." "Oh yeah, I forgot. Carry on then Draco." A second later they were standing outside of one of the Hogsmead apparating portals. This one just happened to be in the basement of Honeyduke's. "I remember in 5th year Harry and Ron showed Ginny and me this passage. This way We wont have to walk in pure sight of Dumbledore. Hermione unbolted the lock on the trap door and pried it open. "It's not that far of a drop and there is a latter, but the latter takes too long." Draco shrugged and watched her disappear. He followed a second later, and they ran down the gravel path.

After 10 minutes they emerged from the statue, slightly out of breath from running. "Not that far? Ha!" "Shh!" Hermione hissed, throwing the cloak around his shoulders and starting to walk in the direction of the headmaster's office. "Uh…" Draco said when he saw the statue. "Pixie sticks." Hermione whispered. "How did you know that?" Draco asked, slightly suspicious. "I was spying under the cloak." "Ohh" The circular room was no different than it had been in the fourth year, but there was a small trunk next to the closet. A small stack of keys were laying scattered around on the headmaster's desk. Draco looked curiously at the keys, and then to the trunk. He shrugged at Hermione, who smirked, and he picked up the closest key. It wouldn't fit the lock. The second didn't either. Not the third, fourth, fifth, all the way up to sixteenth. "Why wont it work?!" Draco half yelled at Hermione. She sat down next to the lock. "Alohamora." A yellow light whipped through the lock, and a small click sounded. The trunk was unlocked. Draco kicked it open and heard a slight moan from within. He looked down from ten feet in the air. Dumbledore was laying at the bottom, coated in a thin blanket of blood, and missing quite a lot of hair. "who's there…" a feeble voice whispered up. "who's there?" Dumbledore lifted his head and squinted up. "Guard the door." Hermione said to Draco, jumping down through the small trunk hole. she landed with a small thump in the bottom of the trunk, and knelt down next to the broken body of Albus Dumbledore. "Professor, it's me. Hermione Granger?" Dumbledore smiled weakly. "Well done, Miss Granger. Well done. Now please excuse me while I sleep." With that, he passed out.

Hermione was still sitting next to Dumbledore five minutes later when she heard a small, vibrating sound. The floor shook just slightly enough that you could feel it, but passed. The sound was getting louder though, and the shaking was coming back. This repeated every ten seconds. "Draco!" she screamed. "Draco, he's coming! He's coming Draco!" Draco jumped back into the real Dumbledore's closet, and waited. Five seconds. Ten. Twenty… at thirty seconds of shuffling and curses, the closet door slammed open. "Well. Look who it is." A high and snobbish voice said. "f…f…father… it was you!" The Malfoy laughed. His disguise of silver and gray speckled hair was leaving him, the sunken light blue eyes were being replaced with Draco's vibrant silver ones. "Yes. It was me all along. Now then. I believe that you and I have some unfinished business to attend to an-" Lucius was cut off by a small cough from within the trunk. He stalked over to it. "Dumbledore. Unless you want to be killed next, I would suggest that you shut up!" He blasted a fireball down the trunk. It missed Dumbledore, and Hermione rolled out of the way just in time. "Right then. Draco Malfoy. For the past two months I have desperately been trying to kill you. ('obviously') SHUT UP BOY! Craticus!" Draco withered in pain on the floor of the office, screaming in pain. "The lord has called. You were to be killed months ago, but somehow you were able to get away. This time however, you wont be getting away so easily." He laughed again and raised his wand. "CRATICUS!!" Draco shouted. "Now it's time for a little taste of your own medicine!" Lucius screamed as a thick wave of pain settled on his body. Hermione cringed, listening to the pained screams of Lucius. "Craticus!" Lucius had managed to say as he was being twisted painfully back. Hermione started to cry, listening to the two men's combined screams and rage. Dumbledore stirred next to her, whispering, "Miss Granger, be so kind as to give me a hand here." Hermione's head snapped over to him. "A healing charm?" she asked, looking over to him. He nodded weakly. "Hevious Oclair" a thin pink light came from Hermione's wand. Dumbledore was spun up to his feet, slidding a quick ways around the rocky floor. "Aah, the women's touch. Hevious Oclair. That's a good one, Miss Granger. Thank you. He gave one small looking jump, and he was standing at the opening to the trunk, Hermione following him. "Expelliarmus! Perfectos Totalus!" Both men's wands shot out of their hands, releasing them from the throbbing pain. Draco fell into a small crumpled heap, and Lucius jumped back to his feet, but was shot down again when the second spell hit his body. "Well, well, well. Look who it is." Dumbledore muttered. Draco gave a weak moan from the corner, and Hermione ran to his side, supporting his head. "Hevious Oclair" she whispered. The light wrapped itself around Draco's body, and he was better in an instant. "Thanks, Mione." He whispered, getting to his feet. He nodded to Dumbledore, and stepped back away from his father. "The dementors will have to hear about this one, Lucius." Lucius stood up suddenly. "I don't think so. If the Perfectos Totalus spell didn't work for any longer than a minute," he was now standing in the frame of the window. "Then what makes you think that any other will?" he spread his arms out and fell backwards out of the window. There was an ear piercing screech, and a black dragon with a thick fire tail and eyes, shot up, Lucius on his back. "He'll be back. Just wait. He will be back." Draco and Hermione merely nodded.

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Go read seventeen now ^^ these two put together only took me 3 hours to type… wow… that's pretty fast for me ^^