Chapter 3

"Yes draco… I'll meet you… at the… no, at the bridge… three? Aright then…. See you there!" she hung up the phone and laughed to herself. She looked around the room, at Harrys place, the official Order of The Phoenix headquarters. The phone was in the office, a small room, with a desk, chair, bookshelf and not much else.

"HERMIONE?" Harry called.

"Coming!"

She rushed from the room, into the dining room, all the while thinking about the ingenious plan her and Harry had thought up.

"The first meeting of the order of the phoenix, under new management is now called to order!" Harry said loudly.

Hermione took her seat right next to Harry.

"Now, Hermione and I have come up with an excellent plan, to try and get information on where Voldemort is, and what he is plotting."

"Explain."

"Now, Now, wait up, be patient. This plan has already been put into action. Hermione has been on a date with Draco Malfoy, one of England's most notorious Death-Eaters. She will carry on, should I say, 'dating'" He laughed, "Mr. Malfoy, until we have sufficient information, we'll tape these dates and listen to important parts of the tapes at meetings… now! Any new business?"

"Well, Me, and…and Luna… the baby was born last night, we named her Brietta." Ron said, proudly, beaming.

"Congratulations Ron!" Hermione said, also smiling.

"Yeah, well done mate!" Harry slapped him on the back.

Hermione looked at her feet.

"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry asked her, after everyone else had gone, Ron to visit Luna and Brietta, the rest to celebrate.

"It feels so wrong, Being with him, I feel dirty, kissing him! anyone but him… yes, anyone but him." She replied vaguely.

The next day, Hermione met Draco at the bridge that ran over the river that was near Hermione's house. He was leaning on the rail when she came up behind him and reluctantly kissed his cheek.

He smiled at her, as nicely as he could.

God this is bad, is the Dark side really worth all this? He thought.

I cannot believe I'm doing this, God, Harry had better be grateful. She thought as she resisted the urge to wipe her mouth and cringe and or shudder.

"How are you Hermy?" Her wand was out in a flash and at his throat.

"No-one-calls-me-Hermy!" She said quickly, almost uttering a hex, but resisted. He put his hands up.

"Ok, Ok fine, I was kidding!" He said desperately.

"Right. Now let's get going."

Then strolled along a path along the river, and they sat on the dam wall where the raging river turned into a slow trickle.

"So, they all say you're a death eater. I don't believe them of course, so, um… are you?" She battered her eyelashes at him.

"Well, who's been telling you that honey?" He said equally as sweetly.

"Just people."

"Well, when people started accusing me I moved to America, but as I said, I couldn't be away from you, so I came back. I saw this the day after I returned."

It was only then she realized his slight American accent. He produced a piece of paper. He looked at it hatefully and handed it to her.

NOTORIUS DEATH EATER BACK IN COUNTRY

Draco malfoy, the most notorious death eater in you-know-who's army, has yesterday, returned to Britain. He is living in London, and reportedly, working for He-who-must-not-be-named. Stay tuned for more information.

Draco sighed frustratedly.

"When are they going to realize I'm on their side now?" He almost yelled. The fact was, he was an extremely good actor and he was planning to put that too good use.

"I know Draco, I know." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Eugh! Soiled. She thought.

"So, what are you doing with yourself nowadays?" He asked once he'd calmed down a bit.

"Oh, I'm working in a Muggle bank… you know, counting money." She replied.

Damn she's good! He thought.

"That sounds interesting…" He was looking at her, and realized that what he had said had not been a lie. He did have a crush on Hermione. Her caring nature was exactly what he needed in his life, after all the cruelty he liked to inflict.

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back.

She knew that he was being serious, this wasn't an act anymore, and he was serious. Of course she'd known that he'd known about their act. She suspected that he was doing the exact same thing for the other side, but, this kiss wasn't an act. It was too good, too real.

He suddenly pulled away with a sharp intake of breath, almost like he'd cut himself or something.

"Speak of that to no one." He said.

"What do you mean?" She said.

"COME OFF IT! You and I both know that this is an act, for both sides. You don't work at a bank, you work for the Order of the Phoenix, I work for Voldemort, and we're trying to find information on the other."

"Well, who knew you of all people could be so right?" She said coldly.

"Yeah, well, I'm a lot smarter than you think I am Granger. You'll always be Filthy-little-mudblood to me!"

She had her wand at his throat again, and this time, she didn't hesitate in saying the first curse or hex that came to mind.

The next thing she knew he was laying on the ground.

"Yep, still better than you malfoy, nothing has changed." She said and left him there, groaning and muttering to himself, as she walked off, with her head held high, no one calls Hermione Granger a mudblood.