A/n: so here's chappy three, hope you like. It is quite short because it is just a filler because I won't be able to update for at least a week if not more. Sorry!

Also I am thinking about writing a prequel called Frozen Heart which is set during Hogwarts and is all about herms spying and the fall of the school and such. Let me know if I should and write and tell me any ideas you have for that or this. Review! Please?

Lovenotknow- Um, can you pay the shipping and handeling? I live in in New Zealand! Lol! Hope you like this even though it's mostly talking. Let me know what you think and give me any ideas!

HHr It's What I believe- yes she has been spy since she started hogwarts as you'll find out about partially in this chappy and then more about in the future. But I promise, promise, promise this is going to be Hhr (with a couple of other HG? Thrown in) it's just not going to be particularly fluffy- their just too bitter and betrayed! But will get together after a lot of mind games!

On with the story!

DETNIATWONS

'sometimes fighting back is what kills you.'-Counting and what comes after (Hp fanfic)

DETNIATWONS

Chapter 3

she was back in the room a mere two hours late, taking vindictive pleasure in ripping the curtains open above his head. He blinked up at her first in confusion that was quickly followed by anger and hate. She ignored him, snapping her fingers for a house elf which appeared in a towel at her feet.

She looked down at it "Get some breakfast for Potter." she barked and it nodded enthusiastically before cracking back to the kitchens.

"I thought you liked house elves, you know with SPEW and everything."

She turned and glared at him "I lied" she replied shortly.

He snorted "Figures."

She ignored him pointedly, she had decided that was simply not going to be bothered with Potter, he was nothing to her, and she felt nothing for him. Her memories were only that, memories and she had not let herself get too close.

"Once you've finished your breakfast get up and go to the room down the hall, its my study, your going to help me with the paper work."

he stared at her incredulously "Like hell I am, if you think for one second that I'm going to-"

"you will" she interrupted steely "Because if you don't you'll get tortured and my lord has no queries about killing you either, in fact he would sincerely enjoy it."

he laughed "You think that's going to work? Threatening to kill me? I'm hardly afraid of death, you should know that spy-girl!"

"Your right" she said coolly "your not afraid of death, but you should be, after all who than would kill my darling husband. If you dead or disabled, who's going to save the world?"

she smirked at him and put a hand to her mouth "Oh am I not supposed to know about that?" she asked innocently "Oops, well that's a shame, but hogwarts was such a drafty place."

he glared at her murderously "Don't you ever talk about hogwarts!" he hissed as the house elf reappeared. She smiled mockingly "Oh, is that one of the things I'm not allowed to say? Sorry, my mistake. Now Harry are you going to be a good little boy and come to the study?" he continued to glare at her, but his eyes were defeated and he remained silent.

She grinned "I thought so, see ya later."

and she strolled calmly out of the room.

DETNIATWONS

He was late of course. She ignored his small act of rebellion however. setting him to work on order forms for the latest supplies, something which she knew he often took charge of back at order head quarters, and apart from the murderous looks the time passed smoothly.

Hermione bit her lip worriedly as she read the latest figures. These she would present at the meeting tonight and unfortunately for her they were not as low as she'd hoped they might be, damm the order and it's meddlesome ways! Not of course, that he would use the Crusious Curse on her or anything-she was not some common death eater!- but the dark lord had other ways of punishing her. Ways that were somehow worse.

"You know that's the one thing I never really understood." rang Harry's voice behind her.

she jumped having almost forgotten he was there.

"What's that?" she snapped, annoyed at being interrupted.

He smirked in a very un-Harry like way and drawled "Well why, her would want you- I mean to him you were just a filthy little mudblood, weren't you? I mean your smart but who really wants a snobby bookworm like you? I thought it was all about purity with you people."

She felt a pang when he said the you people but forced it down furiously and laughed pityingly

"You don't really believe I'm muggle born do you?" she smiled at his look of confusion "I'm a DeEarl, my parents are Death Eaters who went into hiding after the first war. They had to pretend to be muggle, dentists! I'm sure you realise how hard that must have been for us, don't you Harry?"

he looked at her comprehension dawning in his eyes " and the DeEarl's are-"

"the last descendants of Ravenclaw, yes, yes." she sniffed and looked at him coolly "So so guess that explains why he would want a snobby little bookworm like me." she glanced at her watch

"Half an hour to the meeting, so you might want to scurry back to your cane little lion cub or you might get eaten by a snake."

He glared at her "So it was all fake then? You never meant any of it it did you? You never really cared about us."

She smiled down at his sleeping face, "I'll give it up" she whispered "I'll turn light for you, I promise Harry-I love you. I just need to find a way out

She shivered "Of course it was!" she jumped sharply to her feet and stalked out of the room. How she hated Potter who always somehow trapped her in her own hell more than any death eater, or any Auror. Who somehow both frightened and thrilled her more than even the dark lord.

A/N: so like? Hate? You know the drill!

IMPORTANT!

Concerning the the whole heir of ravenclaw thing (yes Harry probably will be the heir or griff) in this story being the heir of one of the founders is not something particularly wonderful. They do not, I repeat do not! Have special powers because of it! Yes some traits may be passed down (Hermione smart like ravenclaw, etc) but it does not mean they are particularly like the founders (Hermione was a griff, and Harry was meant to be a slytherine) . It's really only important to manic pure bloods, because fonder blood is supposedly bluer.

Also Harry isn't going to go evil and Mione isn't going to turn good (well not really) but the whole story is about the shades of grey, so that dosn't really mean much. And Mione's marrige was one of arrangement, Voldy wanted her because she's raven's heir-go figure!

Think that's all.

Toodles!

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