The Assignment

"Go to Diagon Alley" Hermione tapped on the bricks with her wand and entered Diagon Alley "Keep going till you come to Knockturn Alley" Hermione pulled her wavy, brown hair into a tight ponytail, and quietly made her way down the alley.

At the end of the alley she saw him or it feeding on some helpless witch. She ran forward pulling out her wand, she muttered a spell under her breath that tossed the hooded figure into a wall. Coming to a halt in front of the limp body of the witch, she checked for a pulse. The pulse was there slow but steady. Hermione slid her wand back into her pocket and pulled a dagger from her black, high heeled, laced up boots. Slowly she picked her way down the darkened street until she came to the figure lying slumped against the wall. Bending down she reached for the hood and pulled it back.

"Malfoy" Hermione whispered she couldn't believe this, Draco Malfoy lie unconscious before her. Hermione sat down with her back to the wall. She looked at Malfoy "darn, how can someone so evil look so good" Hermione thought aloud. A few strands of pale blond hair fell in front of his eyes. His grayish/silver eyes slowly slid open.

"H-Hermione what are you doing here?" Malfoy said bolting upward.

"I'm kind of wondering something;" Hermione started "almost every time I see a deatheater they are normally in groups, so why aren't you?" He looked at her a little unsure of weather or not to answer but instead of verbally answering he rolled up his left sleeve. "Hey, where's the dark mark?" she asked staring at the place where it should have been.

"I ran away it just wasn't my thing." He answered calmly. She looked up at and started to laugh but desperately tried to hold it back. "Hey it's not funny," he said looking away as if he was afraid to look at her "you weren't there so you wouldn't understand." He sat back down quietly.

"So tell me, Draco." She said. Malfoy looked at her with those piercing eyes.

"I will tell you later, but there's another question you want to ask me" he asked in a dangerous tone.

"Hey how…" she didn't even start to finish when a figure appeared out of thin air.

"Crucio" both Malfoy and Hermione jumped causing the curse to hit the wall. "Mr.Malfoy" the voice slipped from the hooded figure, the voice belonged to Bellatrix. Malfoy saw hatred glaze over Hermione's deep brown eyes.

"You're the one who killed Sirius." She said anger swimming through every inch of her voice.

"So your point is?" Bellatrix said taunting Hermione to fight. Hermione tugged on the string that kept her hooded cape on. The cape fell on the ground showing off a black, skin tight, long sleeved shirt. A pair of form fitting blue jeans, which were tucked into her boots.

"Hey I got an idea why don't we fight with weapons instead of wands." Hermione said. "That's if you can." Bellatrix nodded and tossed her wand off into the distance. Bellatrix pulled out a dagger that Hermione recognized as her own. The dagger was the one she'd lost in her first fight with a vampire. The blade was made of silver, which will poison both vampires and werewolves.

Hermione bent down, placed her dagger back in her boot and grabbed the one that was hidden against her back. She had five daggers in all; one in each boot, one on each wrist, and one in her hand. Hermione didn't realize how right she was when she said deatheaters travel in groups. Malfoy knew there was someone else lurking in the shadows but he didn't know where…