Hermione awoke to an empty bed the next morning. She had that sudden feeling of dejection.

Maybe he was just playing with me.

Just then Draco entered with a bowl of soup, two Hogwarts letter and a copy of the Daily Prophet on a tray.

"Breakfast in bed my dear," Draco said merrily. "I hope you didn't think I would just leave you here this early in the morning without bringing breakfast."

Hermione felt an overwhelming sense of relief. "Thank you my ferret. That was sweet."

Draco set the tray in front of her and she started eating the soup while he read their letter to her.

"I could get used to this," they both said concurrently and they both laughed.

"I must get ready for my meeting." Hermione stood up and crawled out of bed.

"I'll go visit Blaise. Come over when you are done."

"Okay."

Hermione informed her "father" that Hogwarts would reopen two months from now and that the school would have they security system reinforced, plus dementors would be present to guard the school

"Ha-ha… like that would be of any help. We have already collaborated with the dementors and they have agreed to help us anyway we wanted. Potter boy would be your, my Lord," Bellatrix said.

"We would commence the attack on the day Hogwarts reopen. At King Cross Station. Capturing the Wonder Boy would demoralize the rest considerably. Next, we would stomp through the houses of weaker wizards to cause chaos. The magical world would be mine in no time," Voldemort relish in his own dreams.

The meeting ended with Hermione serving her "father" tea again.

Hermione quickly send a letter to Harry to notify them of the attack.

Dear Harry,

Do you think we could have a slumber party at Ron's house? Then we could all go to KING CROSS STATION together on the day Hogwarts reopens.

Love,

Hermione.

She sent her owl off hastily and apparated onto Blaise's house's front porch. She was invited in warmly and told that they had gone to the cabin. She thanked the house elf and apparated to into the cabin directly, landing right onto Blaise who is doing push-ups.

"Oohmph…" Blaise struggled to say.

"Sorry Blaise, wrong guy," Hermione smiled apologetically and trot towards a laughing Draco.

"Stop laughing, Honey, or I would make you swear off me for a month."

"Oh…don't be so mean." Draco pouted.

That night, Hermione received a reply letter from Harry.

Dear Hermione,

Ron asked if we could go over to you instead of you coming over, preferably a week before school starts.

Love,

Harry.

Dear Harry,

Don't u nidda go easy on napster? Try 10am.

Love,

Hermione.

One and a half month into their relationship and a week before the planned attack of the Order, Hermione turned over to face a sleeping Draco. She laid her hand on his face. She rubbed his cheek with her thumb. She looked at his sleeping face, reminiscing about the happy times they had spent in the past days. Thinking about how to break it to him that she is actually a spy and that the Order needs their help. Imagining him walking out of her life and leaving her depressed. Imagining him agreeing and living happily ever after. He had just proposed to her this morning and she had agreed to marry him once they graduate. But all this seemed impossible to her right now. If only things weren't so complicated. If only they were mere muggles. If only she hadn't agreed to take up this mission.

"Draco, Draco, wake up, I need to talk to you."

"Can't it wait till morning?"

"It's really important."

"It's just a dream dear, don't think too much. Here, let me hug you."

"Draco, I did not have a nightmare. Now can you wake up?"

"I'm up, I'm up, what is it you wanna talk about?" Draco sat up, all sleepy eyed and stifling a yawn.

"I'm working for the order."

"I know. And I would help you bring Voldemort down too."

"Blaise told you."

"Yah."

"Damn that guy to hell. He promised."

"I forced it out of him."

"You know he could read minds?"

"Why do you think I allowed him to follow you up ALONE that day and not try to murder him?"

"You doubted me?"

"I don't want to be cheated."

"Understandable."

"So you have pre-empted this?"

"Yes. And as I said, I would help you."

"Why? Aren't you afraid we might kill your dad in the process?"

"That was my condition for helping you. Can you let my dad go?"

"I can't guarantee that. Your dad is a Deatheater."

"I know. He only became a Deatheater because we were facing bankruptcy a few years back."

"That was not a good excuse."

"As a Malfoy, it was a big deal. Voldemort promised power and wealth in return for loyalty. My father agreed. Somehow Voldemort brainwashed him and he turned violent on my mother. She died from the tortures my dad inflicted on her. Do not be mistaken, my dad was not evil. He was caring and loving before Voldemort entered his life. So I hope you could keep him alive, even if he was in jail."

"I could negotiate with Fudge."

"Thanks Hermione."

"Why would you want to help me?"

"Because I love you and also because Voldemort caused my family to fall apart. So, what do I have to do?"

Hermione cast silencing charm around the room and said, "I have been secretly feeding Voldemort two potions through serving him tea. One of them weakens him and the other would allow us to gather all his horcruxes back into his body when we activate it with a spell. The spell requires one underage witch and one underage wizard to perform. Since we are the best in our year, Dumbledore thought it would be befitting if we were to cast the spell. And then we can destroy all of him with the killing curse."

"Sounds like a good plan."

"Of course. I came up with it. The planned assault is a week from now and during the Deatheater meeting."

"Hermione, I just want to say that if either of us did not survive during the war," Draco looked into her eyes.

"Never going to happen." Hermione cut in.

"Right. Let's enjoy this week properly. But now, we sleep."

The next morning everything reverted back to normal. Nothing changed, as if nothing happened last night. Everything was normal until the night before the planned assault. They made passionate love that night, though it was not a happy event. They both cried somewhere during the process and neither could bear to fall asleep that night.

"Are you ready?"

"I think."

Hermione and Draco stepped out Draco's room together at 10.02am when they heard the first sound of chaos in the dungeons.