A/N: A thank you to emillieelizabeth, percabethbooklion, rabradley09, ZoeyOlivia, taking flight4, decadenceofmysoul, Royan Granger-Nott, Whit96, 1991, jacpin2002, and the one Guest who commented on this last chapter. Thank you so much, you dont know how much I appreciate it.

Unfortunately this chapter is a short one, I had a family emergency, so I wasn't able to get everything down but things are calming down so the next chapter should be longer (thank Merlin!). The aftermath of the attack will be delved into much more (promise!)

I hope everyone had a good holiday, and I hope everyone enjoys!

Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter.

Chapter 15

Mid April 1996— 6th Year

It had been a month and Hermione couldn't stop the nagging feeling. The dark feeling of something hanging over her head.

He was hiding something. Draco was hiding something from her.

It had taken months of Harry pointing things out but Hermione had waved them off. Draco couldn't be a Death Eater, its not possible.

Death Eaters wouldnt spend time with muggleborns.

They wouldn't kiss muggleborns.

Hermione's teeth dug into her bottom lip.

Maybe Harry was right. For Merlin's sake, Ron was almost killed because of poisoning. Katy Bell was cursed. And the more that Harry talked, the more things clicked together, and Hermione couldn't deny it anymore.

The brunette witch paced up and down the hallway in front of the Room of Requirement, building up her courage to enter. She huffed, gathering up everything she should before she stormed into the hidden room to find Draco sitting on the floor, hunched over one of a dozen books spread out around him.

"Draco," Hermione said, keeping herself by the door.

Draco's head snapped up, his eyes finding Hermione's.

"Hermione," Draco rushed out. He stood and walked over to her in five long, hurried, strides, "What are you doing here. I didnt know we were going to meet tonight."

Hermione didnt say a word, her eyes simply searched his, narrowing slightly the closer she looked.

"Hermione," Draco whispered, putting his hands on Hermione's shoulders, "what's wrong? What happened?"

"Are you a Death Eater, Draco?" Hermione said, her voice unwavering.

Draco stared down at her, his eyes wide, "W-what?"

Hermione held her chin high, "Are you a Death Eater?"

Draco stumbled back, his brows drawing together, "do you not trust me?"

"What does that—"

Draco's pureblood mask slipped on and Hermione's heart broke. She was right. Harry was right.

"You dont trust me," Draco reiterated.

Oh Merlin.

Hermione rushed forward and took a hold of Draco's sleeve, ripping if open to find the black stain of the Dark Mark staring up at her.

Time froze.

"Hermio—" the blond began.

The young witch threw herself as far from the wizard as possible, her back blaming against the door. Her hand went to her wand.

"How dare you." Hermione whispered.

Draco shook his head, he took a step towards her, his had starched out to touch her when Hermione screamed.

"Dont you dare touch me!"

Draco froze.

"Katy. Ron. Who else have you hurt?"

Draco moved towards her, pausing when he saw Hermione shrink away from him.

"I— I dont know."

Hermione stared at him, "Don't talk to me."

"Bu—"

Hermione cut the wizard off by storming out of the room running until she couldn't hear Draco calling behind her anymore.

She collapsed on the steps of the astronomy tower, no longer able to hold back her tears. Hermione used her hands to muffle her cries, but as the pain in her chest grew, so did her sobs.

The brunette felt a someone tap her shoulder and Hermione turned to find Theo standing above her, holding out a handkerchief. She took it gratefully giving him a watery smile.

Theo took a seat next to her, "Want to talk about it?"

She shook her head, rising it on his shoulder.

"Okay."

Mid August 1997— Present

The first thing that Hermione remembered was that everything hurt. She tried to force her lids open to no avail.

"Don't try to move, Miss. Granger," Snape's calm and indifferent tone came.

Hermione tried to move once again, only to immediately regret it when she felt pain shoot up her body. She froze. There was a flutter by her pelvis. Her baby. She tried to squirm, her body protesting.

"Don't move, Miss. Granger," Snape repeated, "your child is fine."

Hermione swallowed, and when she spoke, her voice was strained, "My baby?"

"Yes, — Hermione—," there was something in his voice that Hermione couldn't understand.

Something cold pressed against her lips and after Snape gently lifting her head, Hermione open-end her mouth to welcome the sickly-sweet Dreamless Sleep Potion.

"My baby," Hermione whispered, before her body fell limp.

"Go to sleep," Snape said, and with that, the witch's mind went black.

"Mr. Potter!" Came a hiss, "You will not barge into my home demanding me to do your bidding!"

"We need to know if she's okay," Hermione heard Harry say though the haze of potions.

"She'll live."

The door slammed.

People would talk to her, and on occasion, she would feel pain shoot through her, followed by the taste of potions and the oddly comforting whispers of the Potion's Master.

She would always fall back asleep with fear rushing back to her.

The second time Hermione remembers waking up, the room was dark. The air was a stale, the mixed smell of potions causing the brunettes stomach to turn.

Hermione pushed her self up, her arms shaking in the effort to hold up her weight. She gave her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, and she was surprised to find the Potion's Master asleep on the old wooden chair in the corner. His head had fallen back against the wall, his mouth slightly open.

It was odd seeing the professor in such a condition.

"Professor?" Hermione rasped.

Snape didnt move.

"Professor?" She said louder.

Snape shot up in his seat, shaking his head to wake himself. Hermione tired to hold back the laughter bubbling up in her chest when the wizard turned his head towards her, his hair sticking up every which way.

"Miss. Granger," Snape said, "You're awake."

Hermione nodded, "I am."

"Good, we have work to do."