Chapter 12: Hermione's New Job
Hermione saw Draco a couple of times during the day, but put on a brave face, even though she felt a twinge of fear when they passed in the corridors. That night after dinner, Hermione entered the common room and saw Blaise sitting in a couch. She took the seat opposite him and looked at him.
"Alright, I guess I have some explaining to do," he said sighing. "Well, what the letter said was true. The names you read are the people who will become death eaters. Second, the letter is charmed so that Draco's father will know who reads it. That's how Draco knew. Ok, any questions?" he asked her.
"Yeah. Why are you telling me all this. It almost sounds as if you don't want to become a death eater," Hermione said looking questioningly at him.
"Um, well, I don't really, but I was roped into this by my parents and Malfoy. I'm in too deep now, and if I back out, that'll be the end of me," he finished up saying.
"Oh," was all Hermione could say.
"This must be really weird," Blaise said looking at the floor.
"Yes, it is. I think I'll just go to my room now," she said getting up in a sort of daze.
"Wait!" Blaise said grabbing her wrist. "You can not tell anyone anything ok?"
"Um, yeah, sure," Hermione said and continued up her stairs. As soon as she got there she grabbed a pinch of floo powder and travelled to Grimmauld place.
"Hello? Is there anyone here?" Hermione called out. Lupin came walking into the room quickly.
"Oh, Hermione. It's only you," he said looking relieved. "What's up?"
"Um, I have some information for the order," she said and proceeded to give the names of all those who were to become death eaters, the time of the ceremony and all about Blaise.
"Wow. Did you manage to find out a date or meeting place for the ceremony," Lupin asked her.
"No," she said.
"Well, I'll notify Snape about Blaise. As for the death eaters to be, we can't do anything because they are not death eaters as yet. I want you to keep a very close eye on those people, when they leave and if they have a dark mark. Anything that can help us. As for Malfoy, don't worry about him. Colin Creevy was murdered by Voldemort, we found out that much, but only because he decided to take a trip to Hogsmede in the middle of the night to give his pictures to the press. I just want you to keep your wand with you at all times and walk around groups. But, don't tell anyone anything you know ok?" he told her very seriously.
"Yeah, ok. I think I'd better head back now," she said walking towards the fireplace.
"Hermione, when I said don't tell anyone, that includes Harry and Ron. Harry could tell Ron if you tell him, and Ron isn't the best person at keeping his mouth shut. Well, report back to us if you find anything else out." Lupin said and bid her farewell.
Hermione arrived back in her room and fell into a deep sleep.
(A/N: bloody hell that was boring! I'll try and make this bit interesting)
The next morning Hermione got ready and went downstairs to find Professor Snape talking to Blaise. She hesitated at her portrait debating whether to go back upstairs or not. Unfortunately, at that moment Snape turned around and saw her.
"Miss Granger. Is there anything you require from here?" he asked her nastily.
"Um, no. I'm just going now," she said grabbing her bag and walking out the door.
Hermione walked down the large stairs towards the Great Hall.
"Oh look. It's a filthy stinking mudblood, dirtying up the school. I'll have to tell Filch about this," a voice drawled not far behind her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I might ask you the same thing," he replied back.
"Well seeing as my HEAD room is up that way, I have a reason to come down these steps and go to breakfast," she said scathingly. She knew how much it pissed Malfoy off that he didn't become Head Boy. "What are you doing here once again?" she asked.
"Looking for you actually. I need a transfiguration tutor, McGonagalls orders, and guess what. You're it," he said in a bright voice dripping with sarcasm. Hermione gaped at him.
"I will not teach an incompetent snobbish little brat like you," she said almost yelling at him.
"Yes you will," McGonagall's voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs. Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth and turned to face her. "Could I have a word with you Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked her, leading the way to her office.
"Now I know this is asking you to do a lot, but it is the best way we can keep an eye on Mr Malfoy," McGonagall said looking wearily at her.
"I don't understand," Hermione stuttered.
"Well, we need to keep an eye on the soon to be servants of the dark lord, and this was the perfect way to keep an eye on Mr Malfoy. We predicted he was going to have a major role with you know who, seeing as his father is Lucius. Now, his transfiguration grades are substandard. You are the only member of the Order who is excellent at Transfiguration and won't look suspicious teaching him. We all need you to do this Hermione," McGonagall said looking at her pleadingly.
"Ok, if it's for the Order," Hermione said sadly.
"Brilliant. Well, you'll see him twice a week for about an hour each time. Now, I want you to subtly try and get him to talk about Voldemort's plans. You will report to me every second week. Don't try anything first off, wait a while until you're more. civil with one another," she said suppressing a smile.
"Yes Professor," Hermione said.
"Ok then. You may go to breakfast," McGonagall told her returning to her work.
Hermione did not feel like going to breakfast at all. Two nights a week with Malfoy! That was sure to drive her insane. She walked to her first lesson, Care of Magical Creatures half an hour early.
Hermione knocked on the big wooden door and was met with a large hairy face.
"Hello Hermione! Come on in. Yer a bit early though," he said as he shut the door behind her.
Meanwhile in the Great Hall.
"I wonder where Hermione is. She's never this late," Ron said to Harry.
"I don't know. Anyway, we'd better go to class. If she's not there then we'll worry," Harry said while Ron snorted with laughter.
Over the Hall.
'I can't believe that stupid bitch is tutoring me! If she tells anyone I'll kill her. Hmm, I might do that anyway one day. I wonder where she is', Malfoy thought as his eyes roamed the Gryffindor table.
Hermione saw Draco a couple of times during the day, but put on a brave face, even though she felt a twinge of fear when they passed in the corridors. That night after dinner, Hermione entered the common room and saw Blaise sitting in a couch. She took the seat opposite him and looked at him.
"Alright, I guess I have some explaining to do," he said sighing. "Well, what the letter said was true. The names you read are the people who will become death eaters. Second, the letter is charmed so that Draco's father will know who reads it. That's how Draco knew. Ok, any questions?" he asked her.
"Yeah. Why are you telling me all this. It almost sounds as if you don't want to become a death eater," Hermione said looking questioningly at him.
"Um, well, I don't really, but I was roped into this by my parents and Malfoy. I'm in too deep now, and if I back out, that'll be the end of me," he finished up saying.
"Oh," was all Hermione could say.
"This must be really weird," Blaise said looking at the floor.
"Yes, it is. I think I'll just go to my room now," she said getting up in a sort of daze.
"Wait!" Blaise said grabbing her wrist. "You can not tell anyone anything ok?"
"Um, yeah, sure," Hermione said and continued up her stairs. As soon as she got there she grabbed a pinch of floo powder and travelled to Grimmauld place.
"Hello? Is there anyone here?" Hermione called out. Lupin came walking into the room quickly.
"Oh, Hermione. It's only you," he said looking relieved. "What's up?"
"Um, I have some information for the order," she said and proceeded to give the names of all those who were to become death eaters, the time of the ceremony and all about Blaise.
"Wow. Did you manage to find out a date or meeting place for the ceremony," Lupin asked her.
"No," she said.
"Well, I'll notify Snape about Blaise. As for the death eaters to be, we can't do anything because they are not death eaters as yet. I want you to keep a very close eye on those people, when they leave and if they have a dark mark. Anything that can help us. As for Malfoy, don't worry about him. Colin Creevy was murdered by Voldemort, we found out that much, but only because he decided to take a trip to Hogsmede in the middle of the night to give his pictures to the press. I just want you to keep your wand with you at all times and walk around groups. But, don't tell anyone anything you know ok?" he told her very seriously.
"Yeah, ok. I think I'd better head back now," she said walking towards the fireplace.
"Hermione, when I said don't tell anyone, that includes Harry and Ron. Harry could tell Ron if you tell him, and Ron isn't the best person at keeping his mouth shut. Well, report back to us if you find anything else out." Lupin said and bid her farewell.
Hermione arrived back in her room and fell into a deep sleep.
(A/N: bloody hell that was boring! I'll try and make this bit interesting)
The next morning Hermione got ready and went downstairs to find Professor Snape talking to Blaise. She hesitated at her portrait debating whether to go back upstairs or not. Unfortunately, at that moment Snape turned around and saw her.
"Miss Granger. Is there anything you require from here?" he asked her nastily.
"Um, no. I'm just going now," she said grabbing her bag and walking out the door.
Hermione walked down the large stairs towards the Great Hall.
"Oh look. It's a filthy stinking mudblood, dirtying up the school. I'll have to tell Filch about this," a voice drawled not far behind her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I might ask you the same thing," he replied back.
"Well seeing as my HEAD room is up that way, I have a reason to come down these steps and go to breakfast," she said scathingly. She knew how much it pissed Malfoy off that he didn't become Head Boy. "What are you doing here once again?" she asked.
"Looking for you actually. I need a transfiguration tutor, McGonagalls orders, and guess what. You're it," he said in a bright voice dripping with sarcasm. Hermione gaped at him.
"I will not teach an incompetent snobbish little brat like you," she said almost yelling at him.
"Yes you will," McGonagall's voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs. Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth and turned to face her. "Could I have a word with you Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked her, leading the way to her office.
"Now I know this is asking you to do a lot, but it is the best way we can keep an eye on Mr Malfoy," McGonagall said looking wearily at her.
"I don't understand," Hermione stuttered.
"Well, we need to keep an eye on the soon to be servants of the dark lord, and this was the perfect way to keep an eye on Mr Malfoy. We predicted he was going to have a major role with you know who, seeing as his father is Lucius. Now, his transfiguration grades are substandard. You are the only member of the Order who is excellent at Transfiguration and won't look suspicious teaching him. We all need you to do this Hermione," McGonagall said looking at her pleadingly.
"Ok, if it's for the Order," Hermione said sadly.
"Brilliant. Well, you'll see him twice a week for about an hour each time. Now, I want you to subtly try and get him to talk about Voldemort's plans. You will report to me every second week. Don't try anything first off, wait a while until you're more. civil with one another," she said suppressing a smile.
"Yes Professor," Hermione said.
"Ok then. You may go to breakfast," McGonagall told her returning to her work.
Hermione did not feel like going to breakfast at all. Two nights a week with Malfoy! That was sure to drive her insane. She walked to her first lesson, Care of Magical Creatures half an hour early.
Hermione knocked on the big wooden door and was met with a large hairy face.
"Hello Hermione! Come on in. Yer a bit early though," he said as he shut the door behind her.
Meanwhile in the Great Hall.
"I wonder where Hermione is. She's never this late," Ron said to Harry.
"I don't know. Anyway, we'd better go to class. If she's not there then we'll worry," Harry said while Ron snorted with laughter.
Over the Hall.
'I can't believe that stupid bitch is tutoring me! If she tells anyone I'll kill her. Hmm, I might do that anyway one day. I wonder where she is', Malfoy thought as his eyes roamed the Gryffindor table.