I can't live my life waiting for you

A/N - I haven't been updating any of my stories lately, sorry! But here is the 4th chapter, hope you like it. Also, there might be a few OoTP spoilers in this chapter. Just little ones, a few things you might not understand unless you've read the book.

Chapter 4 - Catlike and Commitment

"Harry. Harry, wake up. I need to speak to you."

After leaving the graveyard last night, Harry had just flown around in the night sky before going to a pub and getting pretty drunk. He was also tired and did not want to talk to who ever was calling his name.

He groggily lifted his head off his coach that was in his flat too look at the fire. It was Dumbledore's head. Next, he glanced at the clock. 6:00 a.m.! What the hell did Dumbledore want at 6:00 in the morning?

"Go way." He answered Dumbledore's call.

"Ok, Harry. I guess news of Hermione is not that important to you. Good day."

Harry's head shot up and he yelled, "What? News of Hermione? Why didn't you say so!"

His head hurt terribly but he chose to ignore it.

"Tell me where she is." Harry said, standing up and grabbing his wand.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he replied, "Calm down, Harry. She is safe and you will be able to see her soon enough. Would you mind terribly if I just apparated here? My knees are starting to hurt terribly much as I imagine your head is. Well, after all that drinking last night . . ."

Harry glared and said, "Sure."

Dumbledore's head disappeared from the fire and then there was a pop and he was right beside Harry.

"Hello again." He said pleasantly.

Harry nodded and led Dumbledore to his flat's tiny kitchen. He and Ron had chosen to buy a flat together so they had always hated their small kitchen, but now that he was gone there was no reason to hate it . . .

After they were both seated Harry said, "Now, please Dumbledore, just tell me everything. You don't know how it's been . . ."

"Oh, believe me Harry, I know. You must remember it was not only Hermione who was in trouble. Many were worse off than her, dead. Killed. You were not the only one who was feeling down. I assure you, I know how it's been."

Harry nodded. Dumbledore continued.

"Now, Harry, we have located Hermione. Actually, and don't be angry by this Harry, we have known where she was all along."

Harry's jaw dropped. "You knew? You knew and you didn't tell me? Why?" He was too stunned to be angry. "You let me worry about her, when I didn't need to? Why didn't you tell me?"

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped then on his cloak before responding. "We, or I, thought it was best. Yes, I let you worry. But something was telling me that you weren't supposed to know where she was . . .a voice in my head."

Harry now was angry. It had finally sunk in. Dumbledore had been lying. The whole time he knew where Hermione was, but he had pretended not too. Why?

Harry opened his mouth and closed it. He had so many questions. So many . . . Ron . . . Hermione . . .

"Hermione is with Roger, Harry."

Harry's mind whirled as he tried to remember who Roger was. Then it hit him. Roger. Hermione's boyfriend.

"Her boyfriend?" He snarled.

Dumbledore coughed. "Well, no. Not her boyfriend. Not really."

"What do you mean, not her boyfriend? She told me that he was! Me and Ron . . ."

"She thought he was. Roger is really Alastor Moody. See, Harry, Voldemort and the Death Eaters are not only after you . . .they are after you AND Hermione. We sent Alastor too the school Hermione was attending to become, her, eh, boyfriend as you say. Too protect her."

"How did he make himself look different, then?" Harry asked. He was so confused about everything.

"Remember Tonks, Harry?" Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded. He remembered. He knew. Wait . . . "So Hermione was dating Mad Eye Moody?" This sounded so funny at the time that Harry couldn't help but laugh. Hysterically.

"This is not a laughing matter, Harry." Dumbledore said sternly.

Harry gulped and nodded. "I know . . .I think I'm a bit . . .well last night . . .you have a hangover potion?" Was all he could manage to get out before he passed out.

It was just too much, to overwhelming . . .

*

Later on in the day Harry was awoken by someone playing with his hair. He opened his eyes and found Hermione staring back at him.

"Hermione!" He yelped, out of surprise and happiness.

"Shh." She responded, kissing his forehead. "How are you feeling? I imagine you had quite a shock earlier."

"Damn right." He replied, then grinned. "Imagine you did, too. Dating Moody . . ."

She rolled her eyes, "As if I knew! Believe me, when I found out, I threw up!" She grimaced.

Harry sat up and glanced around. He found himself in an unfamiliar room. He was lying on a white coach.

"Where are we?" He asked Hermione.

"Dumbledore's house. For the meeting."

"What?" Harry said, dumbfounded.

She grinned. "I know. I always thought Dumbledore lived at Hogwarts . . .actually, he lives in a nice house in a muggle neighborhood. Who would have known." She grinned. "It is quite nice though."

Harry grinned too and hugged Hermione. "I'm so happy your back." He said into her hair. He could tell she was smiling.

"Do you know how worried I was about you?" He said accusingly.

She nodded her head. "I wanted to tell you, oh, I really did. I felt horrible the way we departed. I was scared for life till I found out it was Roger I was with. He wouldn't let me tell you! Or, really, Alastor wouldn't. He said we had too wait."

Harry nodded, then asked, "What meeting?" He had so many questions lately.

"Dunno. Dumbledore just wants to meet with us and some other people to tell us about something." She replied, shrugging.

"What other people? And when is the meeting?"

Hermione laughed and held up her hands. "Hey, I don't know any more than you do! All I know is that the meeting is in a few hours. And you really should go clean up. Er, I mean . . .shower . . .yeah, you know." She blushed. She was quite pretty when she blushed.

He glanced down at himself. He did need to be cleaned up a little. "Okay, see you at the meeting then."

Hermione kissed him then.

*

'Some people' wouldn't really describe how many people attended the meeting.

It was held in Dumbledore's library, which was the largest room in his home, equipped with 10 library tables and all the books you could imagine. There was about . . . oh, thirty, forty people there. Harry and Hermione sat next to each other, feeling very uncomfortable. They were the youngest there! Every one else was an Order member.

"Welcome, everyone. Tonight you all know what we are here to discuss. Harry and Hermione and the war." Dumbledore said in a rather powerful voice to all that were seated.

Hermione and Harry exchanged looks. They were the reason of the meeting? And what war?

"The war! Harry, Hermione, the war. You don't know about it yet, but we have to attack. Death Eaters are killing Hogwarts students and people! We will no longer sit back and let them do it. We are forming an army and next month, we will attack. We have located the position of Voldemort, which will remain a secret until the time is right. There is also more, which nobody here knows . . .two very important secrets . . .which will now be revealed to you." Dumbledore roared.

Then there was a knock on the library door.

Dumbledore smiled. "And here is secret number one."

The door opened, and Draco Malfoy walked in.

"What the hell?!" Harry and Hermione chorused together.

"Harry. Hermione." Dumbledore said warningly. "Draco here, is our spy. He has made a commitment to us, as every else here has. As you know, or maybe you don't, he is a . . .er, Death Eater. Though a good one. He is a spy for our side, the good side. He is getting us very important information."

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, and when Harry looked back to where Draco had been standing, he saw that he wasn't there anymore but sitting right beside him!

'He sneaked into that chair very catlike,' Harry thought, not very comfortable with Malfoy being on their 'side'.

"And the second?" Hermione called at last, breaking the moment of silence.

"Second, what, Hermione dear?" Dumbledore asked kindly, as though Hermione was a child.

She wrinkled her nose and responded, "The second secret."

"Ah," Dumbledore smiled, "it will be here after dinner. Now, until then, we must continue with our discussion! About the war!" He was back to his harsh, war-sounding voice (A/N - war-sounding voice? lol! Well, I think you get what I mean!).

"You see, Harry, Hermione, Voldemort has had his eye on the both of you for a long time. You two are the reason we had the reunion earlier than usual. Voldemort knew about it, so we had it in advance so that he wouldn't be able to . . . attack during it. Somehow, he did. His plan, according to Draco, our spy, was too take Hermione, and he would have her, and that would cause Harry to come after her. Then he would have you both. Only once we saw the Death Eaters there Alastor was informed and rescued Hermione before anyone else could get her."

There was another silence. Dumbledore went on.

"We need to protect you two." He motioned to Harry and Hermione. "Alastor is allowing you two to stay at his house, which, I assure you, is highly protected. Alastor might not always be around, but . . .there are certain things at his house that will protect you. You are also going to have a secret keeper, whom you will meet later on. Now, meeting is over. Everyone, apparate safely!"

With that there were 'pops' all over the place of people apparating away from Dumbledore's house.

"Dinner?" Dumbledore asked them both. He was back to his gentle, kind sounding voice.

"Yes." Harry said, and they all went into Dumbledore's kitchen.

"Professor?" Hermione asked timidly.

"Dumbledore is fine Hermione, or Albus." He responded and she blushed.

"Ah, ok . . .Albus, er Dumbledore. Do you have any house elves here?"

Dumbledore smiled and Harry rolled his eyes. Yep, she was still at it.

"Yes, Hermione. Just Tufty. And, he does get paid and every other weekend off." Dumbledore assured her.

Hermione nodded and sat at the table. Harry sat down beside her and Dumbledore sat across from them.

"Another guest will be joining us shortly, your secret keeper and the other secret. Two in one. Oh, thank you Tufty." Dumbledore said as the little elf put juice, a roast ham, corn, and other foods down in front of them. That's when the doorbell chimed.

"I'll be getting that." Tufty said in a squeaky little voice.

Dumbledore rose, "This may come as a bit of a shock to the both of you." He warned.

Tufty returned and said, "He has arrived, Mr. Dumbledore, sir."

"Thank you." Dumbledore said then turned back to Harry and Hermione. "Harry, Hermione, meet your secret keeper . . ."

A tall red haired boy there age appeared in the doorway.

" . . . Ronald Weasley."

A/N - Oh, don't you hate me for leaving a cliffhanger? Haha! What is Ron doing alive? When will the war be? What will happen with Harry and Hermione alone at Moody's house? Review to find out!

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