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A/N: A huge sorry goes out to all of my fans. I came to a road block in the writting of this story. The story will continue but for now post's may not be as often. I promise, that chapter's will get longer in the near future and this will be something to look foward to. Well, enjoy this small portion of the upcoming chapter.
Chapter 11: PART 1
Draco awoke the next morning to find himself sprawled out in his bed, and yet the problem lay with the fact that he had no idea how he had got there. He turned to look at his clock and found it to be 7:00. He lay back down and continued to force his mind to think back to what happened the night before. Slowly, piece by piece, the facts and events began to come back to him. Voldemort was going to attack the school. He had to do something. The blame would lie with him if something happened to anyone at the school.
Coming to his decision he swung his legs off the bed and stood up. His head was pounding and his vision continued to move in and out of focus but he knew he needed to fight it all and just get to Dumbledore. With in what seemed like seconds, he had showered and dressed and was heading out of the common room shared between him and the lady who was coming quickly after him.
Hermione called after him, hoping he would hear her as he seemed to be swaying on his feet. "Draco, where are you going?" Without turning around he calmly stated, "Doing what I should have done last night. I'm going to Dumbledore." She shrieked and started running after him. "I'm coming with you. And Draco, you won't regret this." "I hope Hermione, I hope."
Draco and Hermione slowly made their way up to Dumbledore's office. "How do you know he will believe me? I mean it's not everyday you get a deatheater's son ratting out his own father." Hermione, and only Hermione could tell that there was the slight sound of fear edged in his voice. After all, what would happen if Dumbledore didn't believe him?