A/N: OMG! Yes, I have updated! XD Sorry, I have a thing about starting a bazillion stories at a time and then being totally random about updates. : P Anyway, "Moggy" has almost 9000 hits! That's 1000 away from 10000: D Well, here's chapter eleven, another short one. Hopefully the next one will be longer. : P

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Chapter Eleven

Where Will You Go

Hermione could barely sleep, still marveling over her discovery about Malfoy's sister. She was curled up behind the couch, staring out into the shadows, thinking. She stayed that way for several hours before she finally dozed off.

In the morning, she woke to the sounds of footsteps upstairs. There was a rapping noise, like some one was knocking on a door. Shortly afterwards she heard people talking in low voices.

"What now?" she yawned.

Hermione stretched and walked out the door of the living room. She could hear the voices much more clearly now.

"One of the Death Eaters that were sent to find out what the Order's up to found some very interesting information."

Hermione recognized the voice; it was Narcissa.

"What kind of information?" Malfoy asked.

"It seems they know about your assignment, Draco."

There were a few seconds of silence. Hermione looked up, straining to hear what they were saying. Narcissa started to speak again, but she was so quiet Hermione couldn't hear her. She bounded up the stairs. Once there, she could see Malfoy leaning in the doorway of some room Hermione didn't know of yet, and Narcissa was standing in front of him, arms crossed in a half-nervous, half-angry kind of way.

"…have to be careful. They're starting to talk, Draco. They're thinking you're a blood traitor."

Malfoy's face seemed to be getting paler. "Just because they know about it doesn't mean I'm a blood traitor. What's wrong with them?"

"It was she that got the information directly from you."

Narcissa scowled at the word 'she'. She glared at him expectantly, now starting to look more uncomfortable. "I didn't know you were talking to her."

"I wasn't," Malfoy said brusquely. "She just invited herself in."

"So? You could have killed her! We could all do without her."

Malfoy glanced sideways at Narcissa. Hermione noted that he didn't just look stressed now, but he had become dangerously angry.

"I'm not a blood traitor," he said simply.

"Well, I hope you can convince them of that, because you know what'll happen if you don't, and Lucius, he's already…Never mind."

Narcissa shook her head and started to walk away. Hermione began to lick her paw absentmindedly, just to make sure she looked like an innocent little Moggy. The willowy black robed figure ambled by and began to descend the stairs. Then she paused and turned.

"And Draco," she said, "the Dark Lord has changed his mind."

Malfoy looked up, surprised. "He's given it to someone else?"

"Of course not," Narcissa said. "Now, you're to get rid of the Weasley girl and her."

Malfoy didn't answer, but dropped his jaw, absolutely dumbstruck. Hermione looked from Narcissa to Malfoy and back. After a long silence in which Narcissa looked at him, with a serious but otherwise unreadable expression, she departed. The sound of the front door slamming shut seemed to wake Malfoy from his shock. He ran a hand through his pale blond hair and started to walk back into the room.

Hermione ran over quickly and tried to come in just as he was closing the door. He looked down at her. His silver eyes had a much softer, distressed look to them.

"Not now, Moggy," he said. "I need to think."

The door shut silently. Hermione stared at the door feeling completely astonished and stiff with realization. He's afraid!!