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Hermione pounded on the door mercilessly, not willing to accept the fact that no matter how hard she concentrated she was unable to break the charms that bound her inside the guilded cage that contained her.

"Damn!" She screamed, doubting that anyone would be able to hear her frustrated voice through the thick door. The windows were locked and hexed so that the glass could not shatter. She was trapped.

Begrudgingly she admired Malfoy for his capability to jinx an entire room within minutes, but the more reasonable side of her wished that he would just drop dead.

With anger she beat into the walls, as though half-expecting them to burst open and reveal a flowery path leading to Harry and away from Malfoy...though for some odd reason, the very thought of him still brought those familiar butterflies dancing in her stomach that she could not suppress.

She reflected on all of the secrets and important facts that she knew about The Order, Dumbledore and Harry. Whispering a curse quickly under her breath she called for her pensieve to pop to her. She had already attempted to make a portkey...four times, and it just did not work. Again she felt a twinge of pride for Malfoy that was washed away by her annoyance.

Using her hand as a transporter she pressing it to her temple, continuing to remove memories from her mind.

Suddenly...as thought of Malfoy came to her mind...she pulled out a very important one. "Damn it!" She proclaimed, pulling her hand away hastily, looking down into the swirling gray basin cautiously.

"I need that back," She hissed, falling face first into the basin, falling through cold darkness and at last landing on her hindquarters in the middle of a grassy meadow...a memory that she hated, but somehow needed to continue living. If she did not have this than she had no reason to hate Malfoy.

The world around her was dark, the moon but a sliver of its greatness. She could smell the air...taste the biting sea. Oh, what a fool she had been. She had fallen head over heels in love with Malfoy and did not even question why he wanted her to meet him there...with Harry and Ron.

She obliged jollily and, sulkily, Harry had joined, but they had needed to practically drag the furious Ron to this piece of abandoned land. He had been suspicious from the start.

Hermione (now) whirled around to see herself (then) walking side by side with both Harry and Ron. She leaded the group haughtily, not noticing the indistinct and unsure conversation waging behind her.

Her two best friends both had their hands inside their cloaks, clutching on their wands in an almost defensive manner, displaying their obvious mistrust.

Hermione (now) maneuvered her way around the group, listening intently to Ron and Harry. "...trusts him, shouldn't we?" Harry asked in a hushed whisper, though Ron did not seem so sure.

"He's a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! How'd we know that this isn't just some trap?" He questioned sternly, looking furtively at Hermione (then). But she did not notice any of this little conversation.

"I trust him as far as...well, Hermione could throw him!" He exclaimed quietly, Hermione (now) huffed in indignance.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked aloud, though she knew that they could not hear her. This did not bother her, she needed to vent. If they had displayed their concerns, perhaps she would not be in her current situation.

Hermione was blinded by her love for Malfoy. She trusted him so wholly and completely that his sudden behavioral change, odd and random jealousies and everything else in betwixt, she had not seen what was going on. She did not want to see any of it.

That is why the sudden explosions of blinding light the erupted from both sides of the group had come as a shock to her...though Harry and Ron hardly seemed overly surprised at this. Hermione (now) swore that she could see them exchange significant looks before ducking for cover.

As though out of instinct Harry dove forward and toppled Hermione (then), as to shield her from the rays of light blasting towards them. He quickly picked up his wand and muttered several curses, though he did not dare speak the killing curse. As a hopeful Auror he knew that it was better to bring the prisoners in alive whenever possible, for questioning. He would only kill if it deemed necessary.

Ron did the same, though Hermione (then) could not move under the weight of Harry. He did not shift his position, fearing that if he allowed Hermione (then) to be vulnerable she would be killed.

"DO NOT TOUCH THE MUDBLOOD!" A voice boomed in the background, its vengeance and anger familiar. Voldemort.

Harry stood up, blasting curses and countercurses left and right, not really knowing where to aim. Hermione joined him, creating a protective bubble around both he and Ron where there was only a single weak spot to shoot curses from. She could not create such a device on her self but, seeing as Voldemort wished her alive, she did not fret.

She could sense that they were winning. Ron, Harry and herself had confiscated near twenty wand. Most of the Death Eaters had given up...but one remained.

"I'll check the forest for survivors." Hermione proclaimed after ten minutes of silence from the woods surrounding them. Harry expressed his distaste for this idea but she shrugged him off.

"I can defend myself, Harry. Heal Ron." She assured before disappearing into the forest, leaving Harry to patch up the minor injuries Ron had acquired.

Hermione (now) felt like an idiot. Why couldn't she see then that it was Malfoy who had given away their coordinates? But she still trusted him blindly. Still, she followed herself into the forest, knowing better than to lose herself in the memory.

She stumbled through the woods, muttering lumos so that she could at least see a few feet in front of her. Everything seemed eerily quiet and still. Hermione (then and now) knew better than to believe that every Death Eater had evacuated the area. Some would stay around, hoping to catch Harry, Ron and Hermione off guard. It wouldn't work.

She heard the rustling of bushes in front of her and she whirled her wand around nervously, though she concealed it well. "Who's there?" She questioned stupidly, not wanting to hex a friend.

Malfoy appeared out of the bush, smirking, hands up. "Just me." He replied, the smirk not quite reaching his eyes.

Hermione (then) dove towards him, clutching his neck tightly and kissing him fervently. "Trying to choke me, woman?" He joked sarcastically, though she could not let go.

"Oh, I was so worried!" She exclaimed, jumping off the ground and wrapping both of her legs around his waist. He fought off arousal and just grinned, kissing her passionately but more ferociously than usual. She did not notice this change and continued to ramble on.

"Are Potty and Weasel okay?" He questioned without true concern, though she pushed this away and nodded quickly.

"They're fine. Ron's a little beat up but he'll survive. What about you? Did you find them?" He shook his head, relishing in the fact that she was still kissing him passionately, so utterly concerned about his wellbeing.

"What about you?" He asked, this time he did seem to actually care. She smiled and shook her head.

"I'm fine. If it hadn't been for Harry I'm not so sure I would've been." Malfoy looked at her sharply, his gray eyes bubbling with anger and confusion unlike she had ever seen from him.

"What did Potter do?" He spat the name out like a curse word, and Hermione suddenly remembered his ravenous and unfounded jealousies.

"Nothing, nothing." She replied quickly, though from the look she received from Malfoy she could tell that he knew she was lying.

"He just, er, jumped on me and shielded me." She said as quickly as she could manage, trying to make it sound unimportant. From the look of fury etched across his faced seh could tell that he did not think it so trivial.

"He just lunged on you? What about Weasel? Did he jump him too?" Hermione shook her head, avoiding his eye contact. He had always had his suspicions about Harry, but none of them had ever been valid. This seemed to be proof.

"And you just let him? Did he try and cop a feel, do anything iffy?" He inquired with such mistrust that she could hardly believe that he was truly her love, Draco Malfoy.

"We're just friends, Draco." She responded coolly, stepping away from him slightly. He would not allow that.

With anger Malfoy snatched her arm and walked into her, his chest pressed against hers. "Found a new boyfriend, Hermione? Just going to leave me?" He snapped, surprised to see anger rising in her eyes.

"I love you and you know that! What is your problem, Draco? Why are you being so..." Her voice trailed off as she could not find a similie for his outrageous behavior.

"Would you do anything for me?" He questioned in a deathly quiet voice. She responded immediately.

"Of course." Hermione (now) groaned. How idiotic had she looked! Trusting him, loving him, wanting him? How could she had been so thick as to not see through him.

"Join me on Voldemort's side." He hissed quietly, watching the growing expression of shock and disbelief growing on his lover's face.

"W...what? You're joking." She insisted, though from the look on his face she could tell that he was not.

"I love you, but your side will never win. Together you and I can be the most powerful beings ever! Voldemort wants me to be his heir. You can reign beside me as my queen, Hermione. Be with me..." She pushed away from him, tears sparkling her beautiful brown eyes.

"How...how could you?" She questioned, her voice dangerously high. She refused to believe this. She loved him, and he had betrayed her?

"You told Voldemort where we would be, did you not? You almost got me and my friends killed!"

He shook his head. "No, I ordered for you to not be harmed! I love you, and you should know better than to stay loyal to Potter. They will lose, and I refuse to lose you." He snapped, this malevolence dancing in his eyes.

"No...NO!" She screamed hysterically, backing into a tree, her wand shaking in her hand nervously. How could this happen?

Hermione (now) felt herself tearing up as well. This memory was so painful...too painful, but it reminded her of the good in her. No matter how much she loved Malfoy she was good, she was not a traitor.

"I loved you...I LOVED YOU! You bastard, how could you...crucio!" She exclaimed angrily, though he barely reacted to the curse. She still could not hate him...yet. It still was not real.

She ran as fast as she could, leaving a stunned and angry Malfoy behind her. Hermione (now) felt a sharp pain in her spine as she was hoisted out of the pensieve and thrown back into the harsh reality by none other than her ex-lover.

"What were you watching, Granger?" He sneered, though from the look on her face he knew exactly what she had seen.

"How could you have done that to me?" She was still crying, but her anger was more pronounced. Reliving this memory was painful, but necessary. She needed to remember why they could no longer be together. He had been the traitor, not she.

Malfoy remained silent, not sure what to say to her...

How d'you like it? Heehee, i knew that i had to elaborate on everything, explain how she figured out that he was a Death Eater. REVIEW, PLEASE! tell me, should i do more memories or just forget them and move on? ill move on l8er n e way, but PLEASE, review!