A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I just got home from vacation, and have been trying to find time to type. First off, I had a person complaining that she didn't know what an auror was or who Tonks was. Ok. An auror tracks down convicts and trouble makers. They are in charge of major crimes. Tonks is one of the aurors who rescued Harry from Number Four Privet Drive in the fifth Harry Potter book. Does this clear thins up? Also, if you like Peter Pan stories, please read Outside of Neverland. My best friend wrote it, and it is really good!!!

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Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned so far are my own, but I wouldn't mind owning Draco or Tom...

Chapter Two

Clunk.

Three comfy chairs landed in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Please, sit," he said, gesturing at the three chairs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat down, followed by Dumbledore.

"You wanted to see us, Professor?" asked Ron.

"You don't have to call me professor any more. You may call me Albus. And yes, I did want to see you. It concerns an assignment you three just received." Dumbledore was quiet for a moment. "I think I've changed my mind. I want to see Hermione, not all three of you."

"We'll meet you back at the office," Harry said to Hermione, and the two males left the room, leaving Hermione and Dumbledore alone.

"Prof...I mean Albus, why do you want to see just me? Why can't Harry and Ron be here?" Hermione was really confused.

Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair and put his hands on his desk. "I chose you because you would be more sufficient than those two. You would know how to deal with this more than they would."

"Deal with what? I don't understand."

"Hermione, I believe you and Draco were still close for about a month or so after you left Hogwarts. Am I not correct?"

"Yes, but we've been apart for several years now. What does he have to do with me?" she asked.

"Well," said Dumbledore, pulling out a pensieve. He set the tip of his wand to his head, withdrawing a silvery substance and putting it in the pensieve. "Before Draco left, he swore to me that he would be a spy for us, and he hasn't been reporting back for quite some time."

"You mean to say that Draco is a...a dea...death-eater?"

"Yes."

"And he was acting as your spy?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore.

"And he never told me?" Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.

"Hermione, when Draco found out who killed Blaise Zabini, he had to swear to become a death-eater to keep you safe. So you see, by not being with you, he is keeping you alive," Dumbledore explained.

"How do you know all of this? Harry, Ron, and I are all members of the Order, but I never knew he was one of us?" Hermione was quiet for a moment. "So that is why Snape isn't ever reporting anything anymore," she said quietly.

"It is Severus to you. And you are correct. Severus cannot be seen there any more because it would be too suspicious. Anyways, I want you to try to make contact with him, by any means possible."

"What do I tell him?"

"We'll discuss that later. I want you to go back to your office and go through that folder. When you are done, I want you to send an owl to Draco, and put all necessary charms on it to make sure no one else receives it but him. I believe you still have the owl he gave you?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Good. She will know where to take it. Don't sign your name. He will know who it is from." He stood up.

"I should probably start looking at this file," Hermione said, nodding to the folder she held in her hand. "I will owl you once I contact him, unless I am instructed otherwise."

Albus escorted Hermione to the entrance hall, where he said goodbye.

"I wish you all the luck in the world in solving this case." Albus stood in place as Hermione walked to the door, and grew quiet, whispering to himself. "And I hope what has been growing in my mind is just an old fools worry." He shook his head and went back to finish his meal.

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"Wow, this looks more confusing than I thought it would," said Hermione.

"So, what did Dumbledore say to you?" asked Ron.

"That is between Albus and I. I have work to do." Leaving Ron and Harry at Ron's desk to finish looking at the papers. She went to her own and grabbed a piece of parchment. Dipping her quill in ink, she began her letter to Draco.

This is urgent. I need to see you as soon as possible.

"That should do it." She called Jasmine, who nipped affectionately at Hermione's ear. Hermione tied the parchment onto her owl's leg, and Jasmine quickly took off.

"Who was that for?" asked Harry, making Hermione jump out of her seat.

"Don't do that!" she shouted. After smoothing out her robes, she quickly thought up a lie and spoke. "It was for my parents. They like hearing from me every once in a while." She took the file back from Ron, and sat down at her desk to take a closer look at all the papers.

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It was five in the evening, and Hermione was just about to leave the office when Jasmine came back with another piece of parchment on her leg. Hermione quickly untied the note and read it.

Hermione, what are you doing, sending me an owl? I don't know how you expect me to meet you. How important is it?

Hermione quickly scribbled a note back, gave it to Jasmine, and dis-apperated home.

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"What is it this time?" Draco asked himself, getting up off the couch in his room. He walked over to the window and took the letter from Jasmine. She stood on the table, waiting for his response.

He still lived with his father in their mansion, so he didn't have to work, and it was getting harder for him to get out of the house and receive letters.

He opened the letter, and gasped at what he read.

Please come. I need to talk to you about our son.

'What? No. This can't be happening...'

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Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at noon tomorrow.

Hermione smiled. Her plan had worked. Now she only had to worry about one thing.

Would he even show up?

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A/N: Well, how did you guys like it? Was it long enough? Please review, and I'll update sooner! Thanks!!!!

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