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A/N. Please review:) Oh and btw the 6th book hasn't happened 'kay? Its my story and I can do what I want :D. The part in italics is a flashback.

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Chapter 2.

Hermione Granger stood, staring at the place where Malfoy had just stood. She was completely shocked. What had he been doing here? He could'nt have possibly known that the orders headquaters were a few streets from here could he? It was all so supsicious. She decided to go back to the order and tell Harry. But she didn't want to speak to Ron again. Not tonight. "Well, I suppose I'll have to, wont I. For the sake of the Order anyway." She cast her mind back to earlier that evening.

(flashback)

Hermione was in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, serving up food for everyone. Ron came up behind her, chewing on a roll.

"Hey 'moine, what are these rolls called again, they are so nice!"

"They're called baguettes Ron, but don't eat any more before I serve dinner, 'kay."

"Okay." He smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek. (A.N. Hermione and Ron are in a relationship..incase it wasn't obvious)

Hermione finished serving up dinner and various members of the order sat at the table, eating appreciativly. It had been a long day for everyone.

"This is great Hermione!" Remus Lupin commented, and others around the table nodded, all busy chewing.

When the meal was over McGonagall entered the house, she looked rather grave.

"Weasley, Potter. I need to talk to you."

Ron and Harry followed her outside.

Hermione started clearing the table. As she was laoding everything into the sink, Ron came into the kitchen.

"Can I talk to you."

She nodded and flicked her wand (immediatly the cloth started cleaning all the cutlery and plates in the sink), looking at him curiously.

"Hermione, I..have to go."

"W..what..? Where? Why?"

"It's for the order. McGonagall just told me and Harry that we have to go away for a while."

"What do you have to do?"

"Its a sort of mission thing. I don't know if I can tell anyone."

"Oh Ron!" Hermione flung her arms around Rons neck, sobbing into his shoulder. He patted her back awkwardly.

"So..I..I think I'd would be better if we...break up." he said.

She stepped back, staring at him with tears still running down her cheeks.

"Its because I don't know when I will be back, or even if I will be back. I just..think that it's better this way.." Ron had tears in his eyes.

"Oh god..I need to get out of here." said Hermione.

"Hermione! Are you okay?" Ron asked her..worried at how pale she suddenly looked.

"It's Ok Ron I just need..thinking time."

And with that she pushed past him out into the open air. She ran down several alleyways untill she came to an ubrupt halt. A blonde boy had turned towards her. It took a second for her to realise. Then she stared, unable to believe her eyes.

"Malfoy?"...

(end flashback)

Slowly, without even realising what she was doing, Hermione turned around and slowly started walking back to Grimmuald Place. It was only when she was safely inside the hallway that she sighed. Tonight had just been too much.

Draco lay on his bed, his arms folded behind his head and his mind running with images. He knew he had to stop Granger before she told anyone he was working for Voldemort. Which, he thought to himself, was a fucking ridiculous accusation. What would Voldemort want to spy on anything in a muggle alley. Besides, he'd never work for him, not after what he had done to his family, what he had made him go through.

(flashback)

Draco was in a room, a dark room in an old house. The only light was sneaking its way in through the gaps in the boarded up windows. His father was lying, weakened and defenceless at Lord Voldemorts feet. Draco clutched at his mother who was weeping silently.

Voldemort laughed, his high pitched voice echiong around the room, sending shivers down Draco's spine.

"Oh Lucius did you not realise that if you failed to kill Harry Potter once more, I would kill you? You have failed me too many times."

"NO!" Draco shouted, grabbing his wand and pointing it at Voldemort.

"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort cried, pointing Lucius' wand at Draco and disarming him.

Voldemort laughed once more. "Draco, Draco, you think that you can defeat me? Crucio."

Draco fell to his knees, in more agony than he could have ever imagined possible, he could see things around him, his mothers knees giving way as she fell to the ground sobbing uncontrollably, his fathers agonising look. He could not stand it, he was in so much pain, he could feel his body twitching and he felt as though his head was about to explode.

Voldemort lifted his wand.

Draco fell into a pile on the floor, his breathing ragged, his sweat mingled with tears dripping off his face and neck.

Voldemort smiled and turned back to Lucius.

"Now Lucius, I will murder you, infront of your family, with your wand. They will watch you die."

Lucius looked up at Voldemort. Seemingly with the last ounce of strength he had left he stood up.

"Avada Kedrava!"

And with that, he was dead. Lucius Malfoy collapsed again. Narcissa let out a small squiek and then fainted. And Draco was alone with Voldemort, his parents unable to help him.

(end flashback)

Draco pummeled his pillow with his fist. His father had stood up and faced Voldemort, he'd wanted to die on his feet, like a man. Granger was such a fucking idiot, he thoguht to himself. He knew, tomorrow, that he'd have to go back and find her. With this less than pleasant thought in his head, he finally drifted off to sleep

A.N. I'm sorry this chapter is a bit boring, but it was crucial! A better chapter soon okay? Deal? Deal. And please review. Nothing gets me more set up to write a new chapter than when I have planty of reviews!

HAYLEY.