A/N: Thanks for the reviews, once again! As the chapters progress, they get darker. I've never had this writing technique before, and I kind of like it!

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own them. I don't even own any more witty phrases.

Chapter 15: Traitor

The very next morning, the four were called down to the Headmaster's office. They knew that this was coming. You could not hide anything from Dumbledore.

Draco and Hermione walked through the halls hand-in-hand. This caused a wide variety of whispers echoing behind them. But it was clear on their faces: they did not care. After they kissed the previous night, Draco and Hermione had made love as if he had just come back from the war. It was tender and passionate. They had grown accustomed to their bodies and knew what they wanted.

Harry said the password to Dumbledore's office and the students walked in. They saw Professor Dumbledore sitting at his desk.

"Good morning," Professor Dumbledore said in his soothing voice. "Please, have a seat." He noticed Draco and Hermione's entwined hands. His eyes twinkled. The quartet sat down, eyeing Dumbledore nervously.

Next to Dumbledore sat Professor Blackburn, extremely attentive and alert. Hermione didn't know why, but she felt a weird tingling feeling when she looked at Blackburn. She knew it wasn't a good feeling.

"Wonderful!" Dumbledore quipped. He held out a plate of cookies to the students.

"Snickerdoodle?" He offered.

"Snicker-what?" Ron looked at the bowl as if it was going to bite him. Hermione rolled her eyes. Dumbledore put the plate back down and folded his hands on his desk.

"I'm assuming that all of you know why I called you here." Dumbledore said. The young students nodded.

"The truth is that Voldemort," Hermione rolled her eyes again when Ron flinched. "Voldemort is going to be very…vengeful." Dumbledore said. They nodded.

"Voldemort won't take a long time to find out who killed Lucius." Dumbledore continued.

"So what do we do?" Harry asked.

"You must not leave the castle. Not even on Hogsmeade weekends." Dumbledore said finally.

"But sir!" Ron protested.

"Unless you want to be burst to smithereens!" Professor Blackburn sneered.

"Joseph," Dumbledore said calmly, but was actually looking a little taken aback. "They're allowed to be--"

"They're worried about not getting their candy instead of their lives, uncle!" Professor Blackburn exclaimed.

"Now wait just a bloody moment!" Ron stood up.

"Language, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore reminded, but looking amused.

"Sorry, Professor," Ron mumbled. He sat back down. "With all due respect, Professor Blackburn, my life means a great deal to me. I may have an unhealthy obsession for Honeyduke's, but my life and my best friends' lives are at stake."

Draco raised an eyebrow at Ron. Was he finally accepted? Realizing his "error", the tips of Ron's ears turned red.

"Draco Malfoy's life is at stake, too." He tried to fix his error, but to no avail. Draco smirked.

"Smartest decision you ever made these past seven years, Weasley," Draco said. Ron muttered something under his breath that sounded like "insufferable git."

Professor Blackburn sighed.

"You students have to realize that it's not safe anymore." Hermione had the urge to roll her eyes but she suppressed it.

"Is that all?" Draco asked rather rudely.

"That is all." Dumbledore replied.

The students thanked Dumbledore and left. Once they were on a different floor, Hermione said what everybody was thinking.

"There's something up with Professor Blackburn." Everyone nodded.

"What should we do?" Ron asked.

"I think we're going to bust out the Invisibility Cloak tonight." Harry whispered.

"But Dumbledore said--"

"I don't care, Hermione. I would much rather feel safe at Hogwarts, rather than feeling like Professor Blackburn was up to something dodgy." Harry told her sternly.

"You can't be serious!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry looked at Hermione with an expression showing he clearly was being serious. Hermione looked at Draco.

"Hermione…"

"You think this is a good idea?" Hermione looked at Draco, her expression unbelieving.

"No, it's not a good idea. But it's for our own good. We wouldn't just be saving our lives. Think about the other students that go here. Think about your best friends." Hermione sighed. Draco had a point.

"Fine." She finally said.

"Any word yet?" Voldemort asked.

"No, my Lord…but we think we might have an idea."

"An idea's not good enough!" Voldemort growled, pounding his fist on the armchair.

"We know. But it is all we have so far."

"Very well. Who do you think it is?"

"Do you recall the attack at Hogsmeade?"

"Of course I do, you numbskull, it was my idea!"

"Right. And a brilliant idea it was, sir. Well…after we took the Mudblood and that…rotten excuse of a Pureblood…we realized that we hadn't exactly locked the place up like you had asked."

"I know that already, you imbecile, otherwise Lucius's death wouldn't have happened! Can we move along?"

"So sorry, my Lord. But who do you think would break into a house to be the hero? Maybe to get revenge from losing his parents?"

"…Potter." Voldemort hissed. The other man nodded.

"Very well, Zabini. Good work. You may return to the castle." He hissed.

"Thank you, my Lord." Blaise said, bowing.

The group of friends met outside the Great Hall.

"Ready?" Harry whispered. Hermione, Draco, and Ron nodded.

"Okay. We've got to be careful. Remember--"

"Harry!" Hermione hissed. "Blackburn's coming!" Harry paled, and threw the Cloak over them.

They watched as Professor Blackburn looked to the side and pulled the Entrance Hall doors open. He took one final glance and left.

After the door closed, the quartet moved to the front.

"Let's go." Draco whispered. Harry put his hand on the doorknob, and twisted it open.

It was chilly outside. Hermione shivered. Their teeth chattered, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. They had to press on. There were more important things at hand.

"There he is!" Ron mouthed. And sure enough, there was Blackburn. And some…portal of some kind. Blackburn stepped through the portal, unbeknownst that four students were watching.

"Are we--" Ron gulped.

"Yup." Harry replied. Ron was shaking now, but the current weather had nothing to do with the reason.

"Potter, Weasley, close your eyes." Draco said.

"To hell we are! Why should we—oh, please!" Draco had seized Hermione and pulled her into a heart-searing kiss, similar to the one he gave her before her detention. Hermione didn't have to ask why.

"On the count of three. One…two…" Harry looked at his friends. "…Three!" They jumped through the portal.

It was like traveling through Floo powder. As their destination neared, they heard voices. A very familiar one. Harry suppressed a yell as his scar hurt like it always did when Voldemort was very close.

Four pairs of feet hit the floor. They all went sprawling.

"How nice," Voldemort smirked. "Visitors."

Behind Voldemort was Professor Blackburn.