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Chapter Five

His Fate Is Sealed..?

The Order waited in baited breath as Dumbledore started speaking. The task at hand was what to do with the young Death Eater, currently concious and in pain, just two floors above the living room.

"I want you all to know that by offering young Mr. Malfoy a shelter, I am not trying to betray the Order. I believe many of you think that by not killing him, we are betraying those who died in his hands. However, what has been done has been done. Let us not be blindsided by the past, but look forward to the future, and this future well may involve Mr.Malfoy. I come to discuss what we shall do with him today." said Dumbledore, he was slightly repetitive today, thought Hermione, but brushed it aside and continued listening. But her eyes wandered towards Harry, and she saw his face harden slightly, he sat straighter, his hands clenched into fists. Her eyes too, flickered towards Terry Boot, who had a similar expression on his face.

Minerva McGonagall spoke up, the witch looked worn down by the various problems and aged considerably.

"Albus, according to Molly, Malfoy is concious and is recovering. He will soon be well enough to escape this household, and to turn against us like he did just a year ago. Can we take this risk?" she asked, her voice quivered and shook. The rest of the room burst out in similar sentiments, chattering and talking amongst themselves.

Albus held up a hand, silence once again descended on the members, and they listened to their leader intently.

"Wherther anot to take this risk, I cannot tell you if we should, but only tell you we must. We cannot let this man return to Voldermort, for we surely will all die in the impending war. We know Voldermort is weakening, but his ability to spread enimity is wide, and we've lost whatever relations we had with the Dark Creatures. In our current predicament, fighting Voldermort is not an option yet. But if we are able to convince Mr.Malfoy to join us in our fight, we may still have a chance."

Hermione, whose hand was entwined with Harry's, felt him tremble slightly, probably with anger, and she quickly squeezed his hand tighter, silently praying that he would not start another argument. Harry seemed to understand, and nodded stiffly.

This time Molly Weasley spoke up.

"Without his help are we really helpless against You-Know-Who?" Molly Weasley was trembling, her husband's arm was fastened on her shoulder, and her two sons, Fred and George, were seated by her side, protectively, but she felt to protection; only cold fear. Fear for her still estranged son, Percy, and fear for her other three children, now miles away from her, dodging and hiding from the Dark Lord as they were doing so now.

Albus Dumbledore nodded grimly, his blue eyes held no trace of fear in them, but desperate hope. "We can only hope that Mr. Malfoy was injured for betraying Voldermort, which is the most probable reason to his grave injuries. And if that truly is the reason why he has found his way to Filan's Canyon, then we can only hope that he betrayed him to go against him."

"But what if thats not the case? What if he truly is sent here to eliminate us?" asked Remus Lupin, hidden behind the two tall twins. Lupin looked haggard, the full moon was just a week ago, and there were dark circles around his eyes, hollowed cheeks and a haunting gaze adorned his face. He spoke too, without fear in his eyes, but instead a pleading hope.

Hermione felt her insides churn as she looked at the members of the Order who spoke up. They all had such haunting looks in their eyes; they all changed so much, looked so different.. They all acted so different. Gone were the happy-go-lucky characters of Fred and George Weasley, now replaced with seriousness. Gone too, were the charming loving ways of Mrs.Weasley, replaced by fear for her children, and fear for the Order. Becoming fugitives now, fugitives in the eye of Voldermort, running, dodging, hiding; who would have thought they now had no chance against Voldermort even when he was rapidly weakening? What logic was this? How could it be that a group of talented aurors and wizards and witches, could not bring down a dying Dark Lord?

But Hermione was awaken from her thoughts by Dumbledore's crystal voice.

"Then we are at his mercy. This is a gamble we must take. There are prophecies to be fufilled, when they are fufilled, no doubt the end is near for the Dark Lord, but we must not give up hope that it will happen. As far as we know, Draco Malfoy is our only card to play now." Dumbledore spoke softly, Hermione could see sadness in his eyes. Whatever this prophecy was, it must be a powerful one.

Harry was thinking similar thoughts, he knew that he would end up fighting Voldermort, and that either one must perish. But what did Dumbledore mean by 'prophecies'? Was there another one? Where was it? Who was in it? Most importantly, what would happen?

There was dissentment amongst the members when Dumbledore finished. Harry still had Hermione's hand clutched safely in his, and his green eyes were fixed on Dumbledore in an unwavering gaze, though Hermione could feel the aprehension coming from him though his face showed nothing but courage. She moved closer towards him, leaning her head slightly on his shoulder. She was glad to feel him relax a little, and seeing a hint of a smile on his face, she was satisfied. But their intimacy did not last for long.

"What do you propose to do then, Albus?" piped up Flitwick, who was seated on a chair, propped up by what looked like 6 volumes of 'Hogwarts, A History". The chatters stopped after Flitwick spoke, and all listened intently.

Dumbledore stroke his beard thoughtfully before replying. "I think we should sound him out as soon as he has regained full conciousness. Assess his true motives, make use of him whilst he still recuperates under our roof. He is much use even if he turns out to be a spy for Voldermort."

More chatters continued, but Dumbledore raise his hand once again and spoke even louder, his voice filled with determination. "That will be our plan for now. We cannot continue to deliberate on what to do with him. Voldermort is on our heels, we have to garner support. Is it alright to say that will be our plan momentarily? We have other matters to settle."

Though Hermione was quick to notice the resentment on certian member's faces, she was happy to see that most of them agreed with Dumbledore, and the matter was soon shelved. Draco Malfoy will remain in the house, and he will be treated like a member as soon as he was assessed. By who they did not know, but Hermione had her trust and faith in Dumbledore. She was renewed with hope, perhaps Malfoy really would turn over a new leaf. She was filled with questions, but could not raise them as Dumbledore had quickly proceeded to other matters.

"We need to send at least three Order members to venture nearer towards Hogwarts and find out what the situation is like. Our first attack is to reclaim Hogwarts, but that will indefinitely lead to a though smaller but equally fatal war. However, we need to spy on Hogwarts and see if we can contact any of the potraits. From my sources I know that Voldermort has not destroyed these potraits, but we must make contact quickly before we attempt to reclaim the castle. Any takers?" said Dumbledore, informing the Order of the next most important matter.

Harry, Ron and Hermione quickly raised their hands and volunteered. However, Dumbledore did not neccessary agree.

"Alright, Harry and Ron shall go. But Hermione, I need you to remain here and help Nymphadora and Molly with taking care of Draco Malfoy. I assure you, the two ladies will need your expertise in potion brewing for awhile before Severus arrives." said Dumbledore coyly, his eyes had a familiar twinkle in them.

Harry glowered at Dumbledore's orders, and struggled to maintain his composure, but nodded politely at Dumbledore.

"Alright. That is all, you may all return to your activities. The Order, stay behind." ordered Dumbledore, shooing the younglings of the Order out of the living room.(He had to throw Fred and George out)

They all clambered out of the living room mumbling and complaining. It was always like that, after a few missions and small talk, obviously unimportant matters; the teenagers would be banned from the official meeting.

Anthony and Terry had decided to go to the other house with Dean and Seamus for a game of good ol' Wizard's Chess, but Ron decided to forgo his favourite game and spend time instead with Fred, George, Harry and Hermione. His favourite group of people.

The group mulled around in the kitchen, chatting randomly and bursting out into laughter every now and then, gathered round the large table, Ron eating, Fred and George telling cracked up jokes while Harry and Hermione simply listened and offered a few variations on those dirty jokes(despite Hermione's protests, they continued joking)

Hermione was just feeling slightly bored with the whole gang of boys when the some of the Order filed into the kitchen, the meeting was over. The five immediately disbanded and went around bugging and begging for information.

Mrs. Weasley, seeing that the boys were a distance away from earshot, quickly pulled Hermione out of the kitchen and brought her to a landing on the second floor.

Molly Weasley looked at the young adosolent standing in front of her. Who knew that the prophecy concerned her? Molly would never have guessed that a muggleborn witch could have prophecies made about her. But what was made was made.

Hermione looked at Mrs. Weasley puzzledly, the blue eyed witch had a flicker of worry in her eyes, and seemed to be dazing off while staring at Hermione.

"Mrs Weasley? Are you okay?" Hermione's crystal clear voice woke Molly Weasley from her stupor, and she quickly regained her composure.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear, did I gaze off?"

Hermione nodded meekly, smiling at the woman she looked up to for a motherly figure.

"Sorry again but I was rather..preoccupied." said Mrs. Weasley

"Its alright. But..why did you pull me away from the rest, and up here? Is something wrong?" Hermione's face was pale.

Mrs. Weasley chuckled, and shook the girl playfully. "Oh Gods, no! No, no, everything's fine. I just need to talk to you for awhile." said Mrs.Weasley kindly, smiling at the pretty young girl in front of her. So intelligent, so beautiful, so kind. No wonder Harry and Ron had a thing for her! Too bad her own son couldn't match up to the Boy-Who-Lived. Either way, Ron was better off without Hermione. All that friction and arguments between them! They bicker to incessitantly!

"Whew! I thought something bad happened." Hermione smiled, laughing at her own sillyness.

"Well, in times like this, its not too bad to be paranoid." muttered Mrs. Weasley darkly. "But let's not get into that topic now shall we? Albus wanted me to talk to you about taking care of our little..refugee."

"Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes. See here Hermione, you and young Draco were in the running for Head Girl/Boy, but of course, we all know that's not going to happen in the near future. But this only shows both your individual abilities. Severus Snape will not be with us for quite awhile, and this young boy needs potions some too difficult to concoct without Snape's help. We owled Snape, and he asked us to ask for your help."

"Me?" said Hermione weakly, would her dreaded Potions Teacher recommend her?

"Yes, dear, you. We do believe you are competent enough to help. But thats not the only way we need your assistance. Tonks and I are adults, its most likely Draco would not talk to us, nor relate to us, and definitely not befriend us. However, you are of his age, his intellectual equal, surely he'll take to you in due time!"

"But Mrs. Weasley! He hates me! And I hate him!" protested Hermione. The thought of befriending Malfoy disgusted her to say the least, though she felt sympathy for his injuries, she still could not forget how many loved ones had died under his cruel hands.

Mrs. Weasley wrapped an arm around Hermione and motioned her to sit down on a bench. "Hermione, we know you and the boys have a horrid relationship with Draco, and we're quite positive he hates you. But time heals all wounds. He may not be as bad as he seems, seeing how he has travelled here, and from what Albus says, he is certain Draco is trying to turn over a new leaf. We could use another talented youngling like him! Hermione, he is You-Know-Who's trump card, and now even if Draco has the littlest, slightest want of turning over a new leaf; we MUST help him!" said Mrs. Weasley, her voice very determined, reminding Hermione of the talks-or rather arguments- she had with Harry, trying to convince him that Malfoy may be good. Convincing others always was easier then convincing yourself.

Hermione shook her head wearily. "Mrs. Weasley, I..I don't think I'm up to it. I mean, think of what Harry will do!"

Mrs. Weasley smiled indulgently, "Albus thought of it already, don't you remember? Harry and Ron will be away on a mission for the Order!"

Hermione could only utter a soft 'Oh' and quickly searched her mind for another excuse.

"Look, dear, Albus is now talking to them and briefing them. And it will take quite awhile. Why don't you bring Draco a bowl of soup?"

Hermione was stunned. "S...S..Soup?"

Mrs. Weasley clucked impatiently. "Yes,yes, soup!" before she impatiently flicked her wand and a tray consisting of a hot bowl of soup appeared with a neat little spoon and a little bit of bread. Mrs. Weasley then shoved the tray into Hermione's hands, smiled warmly at her.

"I'll go take care of the twins, so go! Rest assured Harry and Ron won't find out anything!" beamed Mrs. Weasley as she trottered downstairs quickly, occasionally flashing Hermione smiles while going down the steps.

Now left alone on the landing, Hermione looked down at the bowl of hot piping soup.

Help Malfoy? Should I really? Mrs. Weasley DID assure me that Harry won't find out, and besides, I'll have no company once the two of them are away on a mission. I do have to help Tonks and Mrs. Weasley and EVENTUALLY talk to Draco Malfoy...

Thoughts swirled in her mind and she visioned Harry and Ron, standing before her, glowering. Harry was yelling at her, Ron was on the verge of bursting and all she could do was smile weakly. Another picture swerved into her mind. Dumbledore, Mrs. Weasley, the rest of the adult Order, all disappointed because she didn't help them.

Hermione weighed her options, making up her mind quite quickly, and walked down the corridor towards a black door at the end of the level.

Draco Malfoy fidgeted uncomfortably on the cotton bed, a cotton blanket covered him from his neck down to his toes.

Stupid mudblood loving Order. Can't even afford a proper silk blanket. This damn thing is giving me welts I swear!

Draco cursed Dumbledore and all of the Order one by one as he laid as still as he could, his eyes closed shut, waiting for the perfect moment to miraculously open his eyes. Waiting to 'wake up' for that special person.

Of course he had gotten it all figured out. He was, afterall, Draco Malfoy. In sixth year, he was just about THE object to have. Girls wanted to coddle and cuddle him, they threw themselves on him, flailing arms and legs, grabbing his fine silk cloaks, positively drooling over him. But in all fairness, there was a reason for all that insanity. The boy-well, young man-had a beautiful face. Clear grey eyes, often emotionless and cold, but beautiful lashes adorn his eyes, not too long that he looked too girly, but not to short either. Sharp perfect nose, unlike those ugly lumps on the rest of the Slytherin boy's faces. And that body.. It was a wonder half the girls in Hogwarts still remained chaste; when there was such a temptation rolling around.

Draco smirked at the thought of Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, those two Gryffindor bimbos, tailing him in the last few months at Hogwarts. Absoulutely desperate to get a word through to him. Especially that Lavender Brown girl, not too much of a looker, yet she acted like a hooker! (A/N: Hey hey! Rhyme!)

Now all he was doing was waiting for the perfect person to come up before he 'wakes up'. Knowing her, she'd probably think that she caused me to regain conciousness or something! thought Draco evilly, a smirk playing on his still face.

Just as he was wallowing in his thoughts, his keen ears picked up a soft pattering sound. Feet.

The noise got louder as it approached, and Draco quickly continued his facade, the still 'dead' face on, his body still, hands cold. It wasn't hard really, a piece of cake compared to those nasty Cruciatus Training Sessions old Voldie had. Hoping and wishing that person had arrived, Draco waited impatiently.

The pattering of feet stopped close to the door. The sound continued for awhile, but there was no one coming into the room. The person seemed to be considering his/her options, and reluctant in coming in.

Draco had half a mind who that really was, but he hid a smirk, and played on with his 'dead' role.

But the feet, and the person who owned them, finally did enter, as Draco heard the now all too familiar creaking of the door. The door snapped shut, and he could smell a scent of vanilla waft into the rooms. It took him awhile to realise the smell was coming from the person itself, as the person bent closer to place a tray of hot soup on the bedside table. All this were observed critically with a roving eye that was slightly opened. But he couldn't get a closer look at the person.

Is it that dumpy Weasley again? Or my screwed up cousin?

Draco was about to give up hope, when he heard a soft sigh emit from the person. So feminine, so frail sounding. A female was in range. Not just any female. A young one. And Draco was quite sure he already knew who that was.

The person had settled herself quite on a chair by the window in the unbelievably cramped room. Her back was slightly facing Draco, she seemed to be pondering about something. Draco quickly took the chance to open his eyes ever so slightly and he caught sight of the girl. Her side profile was unmistakable.

She was beautiful.

Mudblood Granger was beautiful. Brown hair, still slightly bushy, but a lot tamer, now casaded down her back. Her face looked weary and thin from the side. But there was no mistaking those intelligent brown eyes with dark lashes and the rosy cheeks. Granger was in the house.

Draco smirked, and quickly formulated a 'recovery' plan to stun the unknowing Gryffindor, now currently weighing her options about whether to get closer to that scheming devious Slytherin.

He waited for awhile. Then he stretched his legs a little, the rustling of the blanket brought the Gryffindor know-it-all out of her stance, and she looked at the Slytherin, and from that little crack in his eyes, he could see genuine kindness and concern in them.

He was slightly stunned, but soon recovered quickly as she hurried towards the bed and sat down gingerly on it, watching him intently. He tossed a little, and he groaned too much, but finally he peeled his grey eyes open slowly and in his most dramatic voice ever, he croaked out a hello.

"Gr..Granger?" he muttered as weakly as he can, hard as he was already excited by this game. At first he had dreaded it, thought Voldie was crazy to send him after a ugly mudblood. However, seeing her face now, he was quite sure this game was going to be a fun one to play.

"Hello Malfoy." Hermione smiled slightly, "How is His Evilness doing today?" she joked softly, in half-jest. Draco could sense a foreboding feeling from her. She was afraid of him.

All to make the game better.

"His Evilness is going to take a new turn in life." said Draco sweetly, scrunching up his eyes and stretching a little(he presumed that was what most unconcious people did), "Call me insane; but I'm as good as Potter now."

END! Hahahaha. do you hate me? oooh. i love the writing the draco stuff. i got all riled up thinking of how hot tom felton is. (: oh wells. i hope with this chapter you'll enjoy the weekend!