Sorry for the long wait guys! I had this unexpected steak of unmotivated time, so I wasn't very inspired to write anything. I am working very hard to make the characters live up to J.K's standards, but they're being really difficult and uncooperative.

Anyways, enjoy!

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Hermione's POV

Harry appeared to be shell-shocked, glasses askew and his head slightly tilted, just as if he were working on a particularly hard Potions essay. Ron, unfortunately, didn't have quite the same reaction. His ears went from normal to red in record time and I nearly quailed under the deathly glare he gave me. Summoning all my Gryffindor courage, I just managed to keep myself in the same position. Voldemort di nothing to make matters better.

"It is my well-founded belief that Draco and Miss Granger here have had a happy and steady relationship for a year now, albeit secretive." A genuine smile lit the Dark Wizard's face. "I, for one, am happy that Draco has found a worthy witch to bestow his affections on."

"Hermione," Harry looked at me very seriously over the top of his round spectacles, in the exact same way that Professor Dumbledore used to. "Is this true?"

I burst into tears.

"I was going to tell you, I swear! I just didn't want to because I knew how you would react. You hate him, but if you would just give him a chance, then you would see he has changed!" I sobbed into my hands.

Harry stood up and hugged me tightly. He would always support me, and I was glad.

"Mione, if you say he's a good guy, then he's a good guy" he said, rubbing my arm comfortingly.

I faced him, tear-stained, but hopeful. "Really?"

"Of course, your judgement is probably better than mine, anyways."

Ron's ears were still red, but he came over and resignedly joined the hug.

"Thank you!"

Overcome by the kindness and consideration of my two best friends, I broke down into tears again. A bit panicked, the boys relinquished their hold on me and passed over to Tonks, who was sporting hot pink hair. She sat me down and went on comforting me.

"Miss Granger," Voldemort addressed me politely, which shocked me. "Maybe you would like to tell your story, I'm a little tired."

I nodded, a tiny bit... okay, absolutely flabbergasted by the change that had taken the cruel, vindictive person that had brought about the death of Sirius Black only half a year ago.

"Maybe we should get Draco to come here?" I snapped my head round to meet McGonagall's gaze, having completely forgot that there were other people in the room besides Voldemort, Tonks, Harry, Ron and I.

I nodded furiously and stood, walking to the door. Pulling out my beloved wand, I cast a Patronus charm. I produced my second coropreal Patronus ever. I flushed with embarrassment when I noticed it had changed. Last time, it had been an otter.

"A ferret, Miss Granger?" Moody chuckled as it leaped into the darkness. "I guess my alter ego left more of an impression than I thought."

Dumbledore had apparently caught Moody up with the events of fourth year, including the incident where Barty Crouch Junior turned a certain blonde Slytherin into the rodent that was now my Patronus.

"Now, why don't we have some food while we wait for young Mr Malfoy?" Kingsley suggested in his deep, warm voice.