1Oh my God! I am so sorry I haven't updated in awhile. First I went to Six Flags with my cousins, then SBC disconnected my internet. Part of it was my fault, but most of it wasn't. I'm so sorry! I hope you like this next chapter, even after I fail at updating. I'm just thinking as I go along what would be good for plot twists, so I hope you like them!

This chap might be a bit fluffy, so sorry if you don't like fluff!

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Chapter 15: Expectations

The morning of February 14th found Hermione sleeping in her bed. (A/N Was that a weird sentence? Lol I'm not sure if Valentine's Day is celebrated in England, but it is in my story...lol) On her desk there were a dozen white lilies with purple in the center, and their scent was enough to wake the dead. So, of course, it woke Hermione, too. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Looking around, she saw the flowers. Along with the lilies were a dozen roses.

'Draco.' She thought in a dreamy manner.

She was half right.

Walking over to the flowers, she pulled out the card in the lilies first.

To the most beautiful Mudblood. There is another gift for you in my room, love.

Draco.

She sighed. As much as she loved Draco, she wouldn't condone being called a Mudblood and he knew it. She opened the card in the roses next.

Hermione,

I hoped you would enjoy these flowers as a gift. Come to my office sometime today. There is something we must discuss.

Your loving father,

Lord Voldemort.

She snorted through her nose. Voldemort couldn't love anyone, least of all a Mudblood like her. She sighed and walked over to her bathroom, deciding on a shower.

She heavily conditioned her hair today. On any other day she'd let it frizz up, but today was special. It was her first Valentine's day where she loved someone, and she wanted him to know it. She stepped out of the shower, and walked over to her closet with her hair dripping. She pulled out a red bordering on pink halter type dress with silver beading on the straps. She picked out her best strappy black sandals and set all of the clothes on her bed. She normally wouldn't get all dressed up but, once again, this was a special day.

She walked into the bathroom again and picked up her hair brush. With one hand she brushed her hair and with the other she magically did her make-up - all natural colors, but accentuating her eyes.Once she was finished brushing her hair, she dried it with her wand and straightened it. It reached the middle of her back.

She slipped into her dress and slid on her sandals. She looked into a full length mirror, and praised her work. She was ready.

She walked out into the hallway and walked to Draco's room. She knocked and then just walked in.

"Morning." He said. He came over to her and leaned down, kissing her on the cheek. The spot where he kissed burned hot for Hermione

"Morning." She said, catching his lips in a short and innocent kiss.She knew it drove him crazy when she did that, and figured it suited him right for calling her a Mudblood on her special day. "What do you have to give me?"

He didn't say a word, but walked over to his wardrobe. He pulled out a blue silken box, and gave it to her. Opening it, she looked at a silver heart on a silver chain. It had tiny diamonds all along one side. He smiled slightly at her, and then took it out of the box. He opened the clasp and slipped it around her neck. The heart fell right at her collar bone.

"Happy Valentine's day, Hermione." He whispered in her ear. "You look beautiful." Shuddering, she replied,

"Happy Valentine's day to you, too, Draco." He caught her lips in a kiss deserving of a Hollywood movie. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her too him, as though her never wanted to let go. She held him back.

It was another one of their braces that would last for eternity if it were possible. As much as they could hate each other, they never wanted to let the other go first.Eventually, Hermione spoke.

"Draco...I'm supposed to go see my father today. Will you come with me?" He nodded. Hermione couldn't fathom why he was being so quiet today, but was glad he would go with her. She took his hand and led him from the room.They walked in silence, Hermione thinking and Draco brooding over something unknown. Hermione looked up at him. She stopped walking and Draco looked at her curiously.

"What's wrong?" She whispered. Chocolate eyes searched silver as she got her reply.

"I love you far too much. A Death Eater should have as few emotional attachments as possible, but if you were killed or...worse, I don't know what I would do." He said quietly. "If you were ever hurt, I think I would feel it myself."

Hermione looked at him, her eyes searching his for any signs of sarcasm. She saw none. She saw sincerity and love, only that.

"I love you too, Draco. I can't lose you. I won't." She stepped forward."I need you."

They kissed as though the world was going to end before parting. They looked at each other and continued walking. Their fingers were laced and their hearts were racing. They stopped in front of Voldemort's office.They looked into each other's eyes once more before stepping inside.

"Happy Valentine's Day...father."

"Hermione. Have a seat. Draco, you may leave." Draco bowed and gave Hermione a quick and innocent kiss before sweeping from the room.

"What did you need?" Hermione asked.

"Did you enjoy the roses?" Voldemort seemed to be avoiding the question.

"They were lovely." Hermione said, impatiently waving her hand. "But you said we needed to discuss something."Her heart was racing. Had he found out about the new Order? And her part in it?

"Well, yes." He began. "The thing is, you still haven't proven you're loyalty to our side."

"There are no sides, sir. The Order is gone." Hermione said, praying she sounded convincing. Father or not, he could still kill her in a heartbeat. And what would that do to Draco?

"I'm quite aware of this. But there are certain things expected of you, what with you being my new daughter and everything. You must prove you are loyal to us."

"How?"

"There is one remaining member of the Weasly family. He managed to slip past as his family was killed. I don't know how, it probably had to do with something that fool Dumbledore did."

"Dumbledore was not a fool." Her voice trembled. She balled her hands into fists and her knuckles were turning white.

"Yes, yes, all the same." He said, waving his hand in a manner much similar to what Hermione did a moment before. He seemed on edge. Hermione's heart was racing again. Was he going to ask her to do what she thought he was going to ask her to do?

"You need to find Arthur Weasly and when you do," Voldemort looked Hermione straight in the eyes, "You must kill him."

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Ok, short chappie. But I hope you liked it! I;m trying to keep my story readable. Sorry for the lateness!