A/N: I wrote a cover of Brittany Spears' song Criminal Titled Death Eater. But either way, I do not own it. But I do think that the song by Brittany would sum up the Drannah relationship well, don't you?

Chapter 19

Harry, I Might Be in Love With A Death Eater!

I had to admit, Harry picked the worst back up Keepers. With Ron still in the hospital wing with a match against Hufflepuff looming, he picked Cormac McLaggen, the biggest prick in Gryffindor to sub in.

That ended well, Harry spent two nights in the hospital wing because PrickLaggen (see what I did there, pretty good, huh?) decided to douche up and take one of Harry's Beaters' bats and accidentally hit a Bludger at Harry's head. Idiot!

I was slouching in the common room the day Harry got out, looking through possible suspects for the attacks on Ron and Katie Bell, who was still in Saint Mungo's when Ivy walked in.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To talk." Icy (I still remembered the nickname I gave her at Christmas) said, sitting next to me. "I need to know about your visions."

"My visions?" I asked, looking up and putting my notes away.

"Your visions. You've been seeing yourself in danger, haven't you?" Ivy asked.

I looked down, went red and nodded.

"Maybe you should tell Trelawney, or Dumbledore about it. They could probably explain what it means."

I huffed "If I hadn't told Draco about the visions, I'm pretty sure I won't tell you about them, Iv-" I started before I had another one.

Here we go again. I thought:

I was outside in mildly warm weather, being dragged off into the Forbidden Forest by Bellatrix and Zimmerman.

"No, the Dark Lord says that she's to die immediately should the boy fail!" Bellatrix told the rough faced man from my other vision.

"I'll finish her my way." the man said, gripping my shoulder.

"No, Greyback!" Bellatrix hissed, turning to look at Hagrid's hut. "Put her in there. I have a plan." Bellatrix snapped to Zimmerman, who obliged just as Draco and Snape came running in.

"Zimmerman, stop!" Draco shouted, half pleaded "Let her go!"

Zimmerman thought about it but sneered "No." she said before pushing me into the hut and slamming the door, locking it.

"Come on!" I grunted, stepping back when I heard Bellatrix shout:

"Incendio!"

Suddenly the entire hut was on fire and I was locked in! I groped around for my wand and saw that I didn't have it.

"Oh, no! Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no!" I panicked. "What am I going to do!?" I said, scared before realizing I had a useful tool on me.

My voice.

"DRACO HELP ME!" I screamed, coughing from the smoke that entered my lungs.

I heard a loud crack and I looked up before a rafter fell on top of me, trapping me in between it and the floor. The smoke was coming faster now and it was taking up most of the breathable air. I couldn't even inhale without coughing.

A few minutes later, I couldn't breathe at all. The smoke was too thick and there wasn't any fresh air coming in. I was doomed!

I took one last large breath before I let it out in the biggest scream I could muster.

"DRACO HELP ME!"

Within minutes, Draco had busted down the door.

"Draco!" I croaked out. "Hurry!"

The rest of it was me coughing. And just before Draco got to me, the world went dark.

I jolted back into reality, shaking my head.

"What?" Ivy asked. "What did you see?"

I blinked, terrified "I died." I said quietly.

"You died!" Ivy shouted.

"Tell the entire school about it, why don't you?" I hissed.

"Sorry. You died?" Ivy said in a whisper.

I nodded "I was in a fire. Hagrid's hut…it's going to burn to the ground with me in it."

"Do you remember anything else?" Ivy asked.

I nodded, closing my eyes "I saw Bellatrix…some man with a rough face and yellow teeth named…I'd hazard a guess at Greyback, and Zimmerman. Oh, and Draco and Snape."

Ivy blinked "Did you yourself say anything?"

I nodded "All I remember me saying is screaming for Draco. That's it." I said, shaking my head. "I was trapped under a rafter."

Ivy tensed "This isn't good. You say that Hagrid's hut will be on fire?"

I nodded "We were going to run into the Forbidden Forest, but Bellatrix said she had a plan for me."

Ivy's eyes widened "Then this means you've seen Death Eaters at Hogwarts!" she said, gasping.

I shrugged "Yeah, I guess I did." I said.

"You need to tell Dumbledore." Icy said, gripping my arms.

"No, V, I can't! Draco is in these visions, Dumbledore will suspect something!"

"Malfoy is a Death Eater! Dumbledore will probably be able to save your life!" Icy said, shaking me "Why can't you see sense to this at all!" she cried.

"Because it doesn't make sense to me." I said defensively "Draco's too young to be a Death Eater. And even if he was old enough, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't join."

"Hannah, his dad's in Azkaban. Voldemort's angry with his family for being so incompetent. Have you ever maybe ran it through that lovesick little head of yours that maybe, just maybe Malfoy may have been forced to join in his dad's place?" Icy said, crossing her arms.

I blinked, then my eyes widened. The paleness of his skin at Slughorn's Christmas party…the lack of sleep I've seen him getting, the constant disappearances. It all began to click!

Draco…my Draco Malfoy…was possibly a…Death Eater!

"But the key word is possibly." Icy said, smiling "For all we know, Harry could be a barmy git who doesn't know what he's talking about. It could all be a misunderstanding."

I smiled "Thanks, V." I said, smiling.

"Don't mention it. But you'll need to tell Trelawney about these visions. They don't sound the most enjoyable."

"Yeah, especially when I've been seeing myself dying." I muttered, standing up. "Hey, I'm sorry I haven't been hanging around with you that often."

"It's ok, I've got Sheila and She-Cat. You stick with Mione and Gin." Ivy said.

"No, no, you're my best friend, I should hang out with you more." I said, smiling. "Why not now?" I asked.

"Now? Oh, sorry, Han, I can't. I gotta help Harry with something for Dumbledore." Ivy said, creasing her eyebrows together "Later, ok? And give Blaise my love." she added, walking out the door.

"Yeah, yeah, sure thing." I said, rolling my eyes and standing at the foot of the boys' dorms shouting "BLAISE, YOUR GIRLFRIEND SENDS HER LOVE!" I shouted before going up to my dorms and grabbing my guitar, sitting on my bed and started to play.

"He is a hustler, he's no good at all. You said he's a loser and a bum-bum-bum-bum. He lies and bluffs, but he's reliable. He's just a sucker with a wand-wand-wand-wand. I know you told me I should stay away. And that you said he's just a dog astray-ay. He's a bad boy, but has a good heart. And you may think this isn't smart.

But, Harry, I might be in love with a Death Eater. And this type of love isn't rational or conditional. Harry please don't yell, I'll be alright. All reason inside I just can't deny I love the guy.

He is a victim of Voldemort's law. He is no killer, nor thinks it's fun-un-un-un. He may be a snitch and unpredictable, but he has a conscious, at least some, some, some, some. You must know, say I should let go, but no! Cause, he is a bad boy, but has a good heart. And I know well that this is smart.

Harry I might be in love with a Death Eater. And this sort of love, isn't rational, or conditional. Harry, please don't yell, I'll be alright. All reasons aside, I just can't deny, I love the guy.

And for my name, he'd never Mark his left arm with the Dark Lord's charm. I know I'm ok, when he's with me. And I know Gryffindors talk...they try to make remarks, keep us apart. I don't really hear, nor do I care.

Harry, I might be in love with a Death Eater. And this type of love isn't rational or conditional. Harry please don't yell, I'll be alright. All reason inside I just can't deny I love the guy."

I smirked and tucked my guitar away, writing the lyrics I made up in my song diary.

"That's another song in the books." I muttered, smiling as I got up, starting to sing the part of the song I wrote that I was certain of.

"And for my name, he'd never Mark his left arm with the Dark Lord's charm. I know I'm ok, when he's with me. And I know Gryffindors talk…they try to make remarks keep us apart. I don't even hear. I don't care."

I started humming the chorus as I started to think. Draco couldn't be a Death Eater. He couldn't be a Death Eater for 3 reasons:

He was only sixteen

He had told me that he didn't want to be one

He would never do that to me. He knew my thoughts of Voldemort

"It's a severe impossibility." I said to myself, starting the essay that I was doing on my experiment for Slughorn (which I was guaranteed an O).

But what about the visions and the constant chanting of "Harmonia Nectere Passus" in my sleep in Draco's voice?

And Draco hasn't been looking so well. I thought. He's going so pale he's actually getting a grey tinge! And he looks like he hasn't slept in days!

I could almost see the little cartoon angel me on my left shoulder.

It could be lack of sleep, maybe the war's getting to him. Angel-Me thought.

Then the little cartoon devil me showed up.

Nah, he's a Death Eater. A slimy, back stabbing Death Eater! Devil-Me thought.

No, he isn't! It's stress about something. What that something is, I don't know. But it's stress about something. He may be worried about you!

Or he could be worried about his Death Eater task! He could be a hit man! Maybe he's trying to whack you!

I shook the Angel-Me and the Devil-Me off my shoulders and focused on my essay.

But I couldn't. for the life of me, the possibility that Draco could've been a Death Eater was too distracting for me. So, I did what I used to do in times of crisis.

I went to find my brother.

"Harry!" I called when I went into Gryffindor Tower.

"Han? What're you doing in here?" Harry asked, looking up at me, Ron and Watson following suit.

"I had to talk to you. Oh, hey, Ron, Watson." I said, waving to Ron and Hermione.

"Hey, Han." Ron and Hermione said together.

"Have a seat, Sherlock." Watson said, patting the chair next to her.

I beamed and sat in it, turning to my brother "Harry, I really need to know, what are the grounds that you think that Draco's a Death Eater?" I asked.

Harry shrugged "Well, he's been sneaking around all the time. He's never on the Marauder's Map."

"Harry, she still doesn't know what that is." Ron pointed out.

Harry nodded and pulled out a piece of parchment, putting his wand to it and saying "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

Suddenly the parchment started to draw on itself passages in large inky lines. Soon the entire parchment was full of a map of Hogwarts!

"Where'd you get this?" I asked.

"Fred and George gave it to me in third year. It's how I snuck into Hogsmeade." Harry explained "It shows you everyone in Hogwarts and where exactly they're at in the school. And you see, Malfoy's not here."

I looked around the entire map and my eyes widened. Harry was right, Draco's dot was nowhere to be found.

"But look on the seventh floor corridor." Harry said, pointing to it on the map "Crabbe and Goyle are there, but without Malfoy."

I blinked "That's odd. Maybe Draco's doing something somewhere that's not on the map?" I suggested.

"Maybe." Ron and Hermione said together.

"That's a definite possibility, Harry." Ron said, nodding to me.

Suddenly there was a loud crack in the room and Kreacher the house elf appeared.