Draco apperated back to the abandoned shack where the Death Eaters were appointed to meet. He went to his own private room (magical of course) and slipped off his robe, placing his own on. The shack was cold, and the wind seemed to seep right through the walls though they were sealed off. He looked in the mirror at his appearance, as it slowly changed from Weasely back into himself. The process was disgusting, the worst part was seeing the dark mark slowly rise up to the surface of his skin, as if it had been dunked underneath and was bubbling to the surface. He sighed at his reflection. What am I going to do? He asked himself, completely lost at the decisions at hand. He conjured up his pensieve, one that he had bought at an expensive store so he could make it appear with a swish of his wand. Not that he didn't have the money to buy it, just seemed like an extra hassle to keep from getting caught. He looked down in the swirling mixture. His memories of Hermione so far were circling around randomly showing him clips from the past. He placed his wand to his temple, and pulled out the memory of telling Harry about the raid. I hope he had enough time. He thought grudgingly. Then he placed the memory into the mixture. He slowly pulled out the memory of Hermione, watching as he spun it into the others, her dancing with herself, smiling. His heart tugged and he finished quickly, sending it away. He looked back into the mirror and pushed his blonde hair out of his face, sighing. He still didn't know what exactly happened to that boy, but he was going to find out. If he was here he might as well. With everything else threatening his life, this didn't seem like much. He looked back at the wall, his mask staring back at him. He walked over to it and took it off the wall, sliding it on his face. Then he stood and walked down to meet the other Death Eaters.

He walked down the steps, and into the room that contained all of the other members. He bit back a sigh. He had been trained all his life for this moment – leading a raid for Lord Voldemort was a great honor among the Dark side. His father was proud, his mother actually smiled, but now he was dreading this moment more then he had dreaded anything in his life. He looked around and watched Crabbe and Goyle slide on their masks, high-fiving one another and slamming into each other's chests until Crabbe fell over. He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat asking for attention. No one paid attention. He groaned, and stood on a chair placing his fingers under his tongue and whistling loud enough the people near him cowered covering their ears. They all stood in a pack, shoulder to shoulder, Draco's chair barely in front of them. "LET'S GO!" He shouted angrily before jumping down, apperating to Diagon Alley before his feet touched the ground.

"Come on, Hermione! They're going to be here any minute!" Harry shouted motioning for her to come with him to alert the Order. She shook her head.

"I don't care, Harry. I'm not leaving my shop to the hands of Death Eaters." She said bluntly.

"Yah? Well I'm not leaving you in the hands of Death Eaters, Hermione. Get over here." He replied.

"Fine. On the count of three we apperate. One… Two… Three." She watched Harry apperate away with a small smirk. Works every time.

She reached under the counter, pulling out a hair tie from the drawer. She flipper her hair over and then back, whipping her hair up off her shoulders. She took a deep breath and told her stomach to calm down. She walked around the bookstore tidying up things that were already spotless. She heard a crash, and stood up straight, walking toward the door slowly. She pulled open the door and leaned outside watching the destruction a mob can have on a small magical alley.

Draco was the first to make it back to Diagon Alley. He heard the cracking noise of his other Death Eaters joined him, wand raised. "Morsmorde!" The Dark Mark was conjured in the air, sending people screaming, running away from the crowd of Death Eaters. The chase was on. He heard the cackle of his comrades and the screams of men women and children. He sighed to himself. Apparently a half an hour wasn't enough. He watched for a second as the Death Eaters sent painful curses through the air, lights flashing and people screaming and falling. He felt so numb, so immune to it that it scared him. He walked down the street as if he owned it, pretending to be making sure everything was all right. Most followed behind him, while some jumped ahead racing down the street to eager to wait. He sent a few sparks at the heels of the ones running, but never anything too harmful. He looked down the street checking to see if anyone he knew was there, anyone that could be in danger. He groaned inside when he saw someone that shouldn't be out.

Hermione stood at the doorway of her shop, her hands down at her sides and her eyes straight ahead at the oncoming mob. The Death Eaters slowly advanced, but her eyes were set determined, and if they hadn't seen the way her shoulders were slightly shaking, no one noticed her fear. No one except Draco. His heart dropped as he heard the snickers from the crowd behind him. He joined in, but stepped forward, and faced them. "The mud blood is mine." He sneered licking his lips. There where hoots from the crowd. Draco sauntered over to Hermione, wand raised. "Accio wand." Her wand flew out of her waistband of her skirt and into his open hand. He cackled, sliding it into his pocket. He stepped toward her placing his wand tip at her throat. "You're at my mercy now, mud blood. Too bad I don't have any." He sneered. He pushed his wand into her flesh a little, raising her head to face her, forcing her to look into his eyes. He looked back to the death eaters. "Go on without me, I am going to teach this mud blood how to show respect." They hooted as he turned to her and motioned her inside her store. She didn't move. He dug the wand a little more into her skin. "Walk." He commanded. She slitted her eyes but turned on her heel and walked back into her bookshop, Malfoy trailing behind her. He watched as the Death Eaters slowly dispersed, and put a silencing spell on the room. She heard him utter the words and shut the door and perform a blinding spell that made the windows unable to see through, but she didn't once turn around.

"Now, what the HELL are you doing here?" She heard him ask, anger in his voice. She turned around to see him holding his mask in his hand, looking at her with narrow eyes.

"What the HELL do you care?" She shot back, her hands turning into fists and her eyes welling up with frustrated tears.

"I care." He said softly, in a voice that made a chill go down her back. She willed her eyes trying to ignore the happiness that she felt seeing him again, and the betrayal. If anything it made her angrier.

"I don't see how come. I'm just used goods anyway." She spat back.

"Oh shut up and smell the fire whiskey Granger." He sneered. She shifted her weight to her back leg glaring at him.

"Sod off Malfoy." She said through gritted teeth. He took a step toward her, and watched her step back from him.

"Petrificus." He said pointing to her legs. He took another step toward her, and watched her try to move back but couldn't. He smirked.

"Miss me?" he asked.

She looked away from him.

"Answer me, please?" He said again.

She looked at him. "I don't have to tell you anything you lying douche bag."

A smile tugged at his lips. "Douche bag?"

"Yes, you, Draco Malfoy, are a bag of douche."

The smile flooded hi face. "You're cute when you're angry." He said.

"Oh yah?" She sneered. "You're cute when you're nice. Oh, no wonder you're so goddamn ugly."

He laughed.

"Let me go, Malfoy!" She struggled against the spell trying to move.

"Why would I do that? I mean come on 'Mione. You're not exactly safe, whether armed or not."

"I'll hurt you in ways that would leave you incapable of ever having little Malfoys running around, if you catch my drift." She hissed.

"Honestly? I haven't caught anything but a whiff of your shampoo."

She stared at him annoyed that he ignored her threat with such ease. "If that is supposed to win my heart back, you better have something better up those Death Eater robes."

He walked up closer to her. "Hermione, I missed you."

"Go to hell."

"I'm there when I'm not with you."

"Wow. Did you make that up yourself or hit up one of your comrades for it?" She said sarcastically.

He stepped closer to her. "Let me kiss you."

"What? NO!" She said, going from anger to fear in seconds. She couldn't let him kiss her, if she did all her walls everything would come down and she would… no she couldn't even think about it.

He stepped closer to her. "Hermione, kiss me. Show me how angry you are at me. Show me that you hate me; show me that you wish I'd leave you alone."

She stared up at him, her anger gone. "I can't." She said so quietly she could barely hear herself.

He placed his arms around her waist, and leaned down softly placing his lips against hers. She melted under his touch and his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back so softly at first, so timid. Then she slid her tongue along his lip, and he opened his mouth letting her in. They kissed passionately, replacing those months of heartache with the deepness of the kiss. She broke it off quick, and slapped him hard across the face. He pulled back and looked down at her only to see she was crying.

"What the hell was that for!" He said infuriated at the end of the kiss and the sting of her slap.

"You- you l-left m-m-me. Y-You hurt-t m-me s-so b-b-bad." She choked out sliding down to the ground and wrapping her arms around her legs. He stared down at her for a second before kneeling beside her.

"I'm sorry I had to! You understand don't you? I needed you to think I hated you. It was only safe that way." He tried to explain but she just shook her head.

"We cou-couldv'e done it to-together." She said, trying to calm down. "Yo-you pr-promised me."

"I'm sorry."

"What if sorry doesn't cut it?"

"Then I'll fix it." He said quietly wrapping his arm around her.

She looked up at him. "I won't make it if you leave me again."

"Ican't leaveagain." He said seriously.

She smiled slightly.

And he leaned down and kissed her tears away.

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