A/N: First off I have the biggest apology. I am so sorry to whom ever
Instant Messaged me and started badmouthing me. God I am so sorry. I have
the world's worst temper. I can't believe I said that. I was trying to hurt
someone in the worst way and I deserve to be called every name I was called
in those reviews. I don't know how my head got stuck so far up my ass, and
I should understand this because my dad was adopted and so was my big
brother before I was born. I am the most arrogant person in the world; I'll
admit it. I am a stuck up bitch and I know the only reason some one would
give up there child is because they couldn't give them the life they wanted
to give them. I am so sorry. Please forgive, I would e-mail you an apology
but I don't know your e-mail address.
Please before you start yelling at me for making Hermione a Death Eater read on. I am also on the verge of quiting this story. Don't anyone use that comment to tell me I should, because then I probably won't, just to piss you off.
Hermione had returned to the school that night feeling ashamed. 'Why did I sleep with him?" Hermione kept thinking frantically as she climbed the steps up to the Gryffindor tower. As she arrived up the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione had been thinking so much her brain hurt.
"Password please?" the Fat Lady asked in her slightly annoyed voice.
"Squabble drops" Hermione said quietly as the portrait swung quickly open, revealing the whole in the brick wall on the other side. Hermione joined Ron and Harry who were sitting in the red plush chairs around the fire talking about Quidditch.
"Hey Hermione." Harry said looking at her wearily.
"Hi Harry." Hermione said sitting in the chair next to him.
"Hey Ron." Hermione said looking at him as he tapped his fingers on the leather of the red couch.
"Where have you been?" Ron said shooting daggers at her. "You were supposed to come back right after whatever Voldemort does at his rendezvous, Hermione." Ron said crossing his arms over his chest. Hermione was sent on an assignment to be and undercover Death Eater for the Order, even though she wasn't a part of the order. Dumbledore thought if she wasn't in the order there would be less chance of information being spilled to Voldemort.
"I had to stay..." Hermione said trailing off, she couldn't tell them she had slept with Malfoy, they'd shoot her. Dumbledore didn't know if Draco was to be trusted and he thought there was something a bit wrong with Hermione's adoption, that Voldemort was using the Imperius Curse to control the Valdoy's into thinking they were Hermione's parents and controlling the Granger's into giving her up. Hermione had been thinking about his comments since then. Dumbledore had said this could be a trap so that Voldemort could become closer to Harry.
"He didn't?" Harry said standing up.
"No, Harry." Hermione replied. Harry hadn't wanted Hermione to take the assignment as undercover Death eater at all, and he said if Voldemort did anything to her he would go after him. Hermione and the rest of the Order could do nothing to talk him out of it.
"Are you sure?" Harry said plunking himself back into the chair.
"Calm down, Harry. I'm sure Hermione would tell us." Ron said still looking at Hermione intently.
"Yes, I would." Hermione said before getting up and she suddenly stopped short and turned back to face the two.
"Did you two do your homework?" Hermione said tapping her foot on the stone floor as she crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at them.
"Yep, Hermione's back." Ron said groaning as he pulled his books out of his bags and dropped them on the coffee table with a thud.
"Did you do your homework, Hermione?" Harry said grinning. He had an itching feeling she hadn't.
"As a matter of fact, I did." Hermione said smiling as she sat down back in her chair.
"Hermione, help me with this one, eh?" Ron said pointing to a problem on the transfiguration homework.
"Ron, that's so easy..." Hermione started as she explained it to him.
"Okay Hermione, I think he understands." Harry said, as he became distracted with his own work.
"Do you understand, Ron?" Hermione said backing away.
"Not a bit." Ron said as he fiddled with his quill before writing down some nonsense.
"Good grief." Hermione said as she slipped back into her chair and kicked her feet up onto the oak table.
A/n: Sorry it is a short chapter. I am so sorry that the characters are out of character it's just that I'm not JKR so I cannot write exactly like her. I am also sorry for all of you who think this adoption thing is whack. I had a plan for it but I decided the have Dumbledore speak his opinion about it before I actually revealed anything about it, so I hope I don't get anymore flares about it. Sorry about my grammar and everything else that is wrong with this story. I would do betas but I have no idea how it works, so yeah :) Well review please. (be nice?lol.)
Please before you start yelling at me for making Hermione a Death Eater read on. I am also on the verge of quiting this story. Don't anyone use that comment to tell me I should, because then I probably won't, just to piss you off.
Hermione had returned to the school that night feeling ashamed. 'Why did I sleep with him?" Hermione kept thinking frantically as she climbed the steps up to the Gryffindor tower. As she arrived up the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione had been thinking so much her brain hurt.
"Password please?" the Fat Lady asked in her slightly annoyed voice.
"Squabble drops" Hermione said quietly as the portrait swung quickly open, revealing the whole in the brick wall on the other side. Hermione joined Ron and Harry who were sitting in the red plush chairs around the fire talking about Quidditch.
"Hey Hermione." Harry said looking at her wearily.
"Hi Harry." Hermione said sitting in the chair next to him.
"Hey Ron." Hermione said looking at him as he tapped his fingers on the leather of the red couch.
"Where have you been?" Ron said shooting daggers at her. "You were supposed to come back right after whatever Voldemort does at his rendezvous, Hermione." Ron said crossing his arms over his chest. Hermione was sent on an assignment to be and undercover Death Eater for the Order, even though she wasn't a part of the order. Dumbledore thought if she wasn't in the order there would be less chance of information being spilled to Voldemort.
"I had to stay..." Hermione said trailing off, she couldn't tell them she had slept with Malfoy, they'd shoot her. Dumbledore didn't know if Draco was to be trusted and he thought there was something a bit wrong with Hermione's adoption, that Voldemort was using the Imperius Curse to control the Valdoy's into thinking they were Hermione's parents and controlling the Granger's into giving her up. Hermione had been thinking about his comments since then. Dumbledore had said this could be a trap so that Voldemort could become closer to Harry.
"He didn't?" Harry said standing up.
"No, Harry." Hermione replied. Harry hadn't wanted Hermione to take the assignment as undercover Death eater at all, and he said if Voldemort did anything to her he would go after him. Hermione and the rest of the Order could do nothing to talk him out of it.
"Are you sure?" Harry said plunking himself back into the chair.
"Calm down, Harry. I'm sure Hermione would tell us." Ron said still looking at Hermione intently.
"Yes, I would." Hermione said before getting up and she suddenly stopped short and turned back to face the two.
"Did you two do your homework?" Hermione said tapping her foot on the stone floor as she crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at them.
"Yep, Hermione's back." Ron said groaning as he pulled his books out of his bags and dropped them on the coffee table with a thud.
"Did you do your homework, Hermione?" Harry said grinning. He had an itching feeling she hadn't.
"As a matter of fact, I did." Hermione said smiling as she sat down back in her chair.
"Hermione, help me with this one, eh?" Ron said pointing to a problem on the transfiguration homework.
"Ron, that's so easy..." Hermione started as she explained it to him.
"Okay Hermione, I think he understands." Harry said, as he became distracted with his own work.
"Do you understand, Ron?" Hermione said backing away.
"Not a bit." Ron said as he fiddled with his quill before writing down some nonsense.
"Good grief." Hermione said as she slipped back into her chair and kicked her feet up onto the oak table.
A/n: Sorry it is a short chapter. I am so sorry that the characters are out of character it's just that I'm not JKR so I cannot write exactly like her. I am also sorry for all of you who think this adoption thing is whack. I had a plan for it but I decided the have Dumbledore speak his opinion about it before I actually revealed anything about it, so I hope I don't get anymore flares about it. Sorry about my grammar and everything else that is wrong with this story. I would do betas but I have no idea how it works, so yeah :) Well review please. (be nice?lol.)