A/N: God, I was gettign to tired of The Fine Line! Yay, new story, right now! Hopefully, you all figure out that the italics represent the events of one year ago. Please, if you take the time to read the italics every time they appear, you'll understand it.

(BTW, I reloaded this to edit it now that I have Word for all you new readers. SPELL CHECK IS GOD)

I gasped an uncomprehending look on my face. Ron and Ginny just gaped at him; even Tonks looked a little taken aback. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fleur, and Bill looked up. We were all in Grimmauld Place, sitting in the living room for the Order meeting.

"You want me to what, sir?" I asked carefully.

We've all talked about it and you seem a worthy and inconspicuous candidate to do the job." Remus said. I could tell he was trying to keep as much sincerity in his voice as possible, even if knowing it was the worst possible scenario.

"Malfoy?!" Ron spat, still looking shocked.

"That's right." Remus sighed wearily, sitting down. "After that incident a year ago, it's the only right thing to do." Hermione closed her eyes, trying not to think about that.

I've got this down. Ron is pretty skeptical, but I say I've got this. Its such a beautiful wedding, but we had to be prepared.

Then, boom. A table of witches explodes, causing family members to scream and evacuate the small tables set up outside.

Bill chases after her, her white dress' trail drifting off as she pulls her wand out to protect herself. I ran behind a pole, covered in flowers under the arch, firing off spells like an AK47.

I opened my eyes. It's no time to think about that right now; but when was the right time? God, it was my entire fault, I was so stupid....

"So...you want me to...spy on Malfoy?" I

asked.

"Yes. You will be given a new identity and a new appearance." he said simply.

"What will I...be doing there?" I asked warily.

"You'll have to be a chambermaid." Ron threw his hands up in the air in frustration, as if he were lifting a large child. I closed my eyes again, sighing and sitting down, rubbing my hands on my jeans.

"That's rough, kiddo, but that's a part of being a spy!" Mad-Eye Moody clapped her on the back.

"Yeah..I don't have to wear a...ermm.." I felt my face redden. Remus' eyes darted between Ron and I.

"Well, under a fake name, we've filled out an application for you. And he requests..as a part of the job.."He pulled out a frilly black and white maid skirt, crop top, and a matching headband. Ron growled, and Ginny gaped again, and I just rubbed my forehead.

"So, he's sex offender too." Ron said under his breath. Sucking it up, I turned to Remus.

"So, what's my mission?" I asked.

"Hermione, you'll have to do the following: We need you to access this...hold on." Out of his old suitcase, he pulled out a map that was entitled "Malfoy Mansion." "We need you to get to his room, here. Then, we need you search through it for anything suspicious.

"Then, we'll have an owl come to your bedroom every week that will bring you a report to fill out. We figure Malfoy likes women, and he likes to boss them around. Ginny is too young for this, Tonks and I are already on a mission, and you are a smart girl, you can do this. Or, refuse." I swallowed.

"How long is this for and will I ever see you guys again?" I asked, trying to hide my wariness that I could never see them.

"Well...sadly, we're in desperate need. We must know if he's a part of them, or us. It seems like this is all over, but they haven't found us yet. Now, I've learned the Death Eaters have spread out their territory, taking more prisoners. People out there think there's no hope. As soon as we get this information, there will be. And then, there's the second part of our mission. While you do that, we will be looking for the rest of the Death Eaters who have not yet been captured. Their looking for revenge for Voldemort, big revenge."

"Oh, Remus, we've been looking since the accident a year ago! We'll never find them, not without Dumbledore!" she cried. Remus put an arm around her shoulders.

"There is hope out there, it's only been a year. We'll get along fine without him, without both of them." Tonks nodded, and there was a small moment of silence for the both of them. I looked down, pondering whether or not this was a good idea. After last year, they shouldn't even trust me...can I be trusted?

I've got this down. Ron is pretty skeptical, but I say I've got this. Its such a beautiful wedding, but we had to be prepared.

Then, boom. A table of witches explodes, causing family members to scream and evacuate the small tables set up outside.

Bill chases after her, her white dress' trail drifting off as she pulls her wand out. I run behind a pole, covered in flowers under the arch, firing off spells like an AK47.

Voldemort appears, of course. But we're ready. Or so I thought.

"Now, Hermione, as a mentor, an adult, and a former teacher, you are a brilliant girl with more spirit than I'd ever seen. I think you can do this perfectly, but if you feel unable to with your current disposition either Malfoy, then I must ask you to decline." Remus said. They all nodded.

"So, what do you say, Hermione?" Ginny whispered. I scowled. Out of the people in the world, why Malfoy? I gulped again, trying to fake it into a cough and waving my hand around, as if trying to avoid dust mites.

"I'll do it!" I said confidently. Remus gave a nod, Tonks smiled and the Weasley family also grinned, with the exception of Ron.

"No, Mione, you can't!" he said fiercely.

"Ron, you can't protect me forever!" I exclaimed. "Last time someone tried to, they..." I stopped, knowing I had gone too far for my own emotional capabilities.

"But...It's Malfoy!" he spluttered.

"But, we don't know whether or not he's on his Father's side. it's been a year. He could have decided against it, or came looking for us!"

"Yeah, after he almost killed Dumbledore!" he said when Mrs. Weasley hit him up the side of his head.

"Ronald Weasley, how dare you speak of his name in vain!"

"Sorry, Mum." he grumbled.

"Ron, she's 18. She's a big girl now, and your a big boy, and you and her can both handle the fact things might happen to her; Draco might touch her, he might rape her, he might-" Sweat started to form in my clutched hands. I knew of Tonks' distaste for her first cousin, but this wasn't helping my current position.

"Tonks..' Remus said as Ron gritted his teeth and he looked at me, who inevitably had a worried look on my face.

"It's the truth, isn't it? You have to be emotionally stable for this. And, another thing, Hermione.." Remus led me into the door, and on the other side to the kitchen.

"I know this sounds ridiculous, but during this time, you may be attached to Malfoy, especially with him being your only contact at day at a time." Laughter rose up in me and I rolled my eyes, putting a hand on the werewolf's shoulder.

"I'm sure I wont become "emotionally attached", Professor Lupin." I said that, trying to make a straight face, turning to leave.

"I'm a former teacher, you may call me Remus." I felt uncomfortable, former teacher or not, calling him Remus or even Lupin, but I tried anyways.

"Ok, Remus, um, I won't." I said, unsure of exactly what he meant, he nodded, going back to the living room. To my surprise, Ron's ears were red and he looked fitting to burst.

"Hermione, you forgot to shut the door." Ginny pointed out. I laughed nervously, feeling uneasy.

"So...anyone want a butterbeer?" I asked. Several hands shot up instantly, and the feeling of relief rose into me as I went to the fridge.

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"Margret? Don't you think that's a little uncontemporary for 199-8?!" I squeaked the last word, looking up at Ginny who was still holding on to my laces. Pain shot through my spinal cord and stomach as Ginny tightened the corset.

"The fact that I'm lacing up your corset is a little uncontemporary, now suck it in!" she said impatiently, looking at the clear blue sky longingly. I had known ever since Ginny got out of school, she's been wanting to try some more Quidditch. I held my breath as I felt the velvet envelope around me. When I tried exhaling, I couldn't. My face felt red and I felt like flopping onto the dusty bed which I was sitting on.

"Hold on!" Ginny said, and she loosened it, making me breath a little more, but my breath, still constricted. I looked up at the lights, feeling light-headed.

"Why the hell does Malfoy insist I wear a corset, that little overgrown playboy!" I growled, looking at the skanky maid outfit from the 1970's. I would have remonstrated the mission, but I couldn't let everyone down, including myself.

"Because his is an overgrown playboy." Ginny insisted, tying a short bow. "Get dressed, and Tonks will come in. Other than the fact she can change her own appear=rance, she's going to do the same for you."

"Yeah, ok." I shut the door, pulling on the frilly black-and-white maid dress and seeing it come up mid-thigh. Of all the outfits in the bloody world. I pulled on the crop top with some difficulty, for the tiny sections of sleeves were quite puffy on my shoulders, and it only came up above my bellybutton. Yes, sadly, there were black pumps included, just no pantyhose, thank goodness. I had a little maid tiara thing; I hated wearing it.

"I'm done." I called out, and Tonks, now with blue hair that came up past her ears and bangs that swept across her forehead. She had her Weird Sisters tee on, and a pair of blue jeans with Converse sneakers.

"Ok, Hermione. You can probably get this pretty fast." She looked into the mirror and raised her wand.

"Ahem. Now, you're supposed to transfix your mind on changing your looks, whatever aspect it may be. Then, you picture the person you want to become. And last, you say this. Vultus." The mirror began to glow. Tonks closed her eyes as rays of blinding light shot at her ,and I closed her eyes, trying to block the light. When I opened them, I couldn't help but to let my jaw hang.

Tonks looked exactly like me, clothes and everything. My own face smiled at my bewildered one.

"This must be really weird for you to see yourself, but at least you know how others see you!" she laughed. I tried to smile, scratching my head nervously.

"And this is how you change back." she pointed her wand at herself. "Vultus Northmani." A white, thick fog swept over her quickly, completely wrapping around every aspect of her when it seemed to close upon itself, making it look like cirrus clouds as Tonks changed back.

"Fascinating." I said, staring at her open mouthedly.

"Now, listen. Not that you are a beautiful woman, that boy likes pretty looking girls. Maybe some black, long hair, or blonde and curly. Something that makes you look stupid. Makeup is important, he's very vain, the Malfoy boy. You know what I mean? You can change your race if you want, but I advise against it. Last time I tried to be black, I turned orange for a week." I couldn't help but to smile at Tonks' clumsyness, but I was shaking at this point.

"O-ok, I think I can do this." I said, still shaky. The peeling floorboards creaked as she walked out of the room, shutting the awkwardly put on door. I went back to the cobweb-covered mirror, pointing with my wand. Alright, now.....

"Vultus." I closed my eyes as I felt rays of heat sweep over me. On my arm, I felt straight hair flow down, my lips get sticker, my face tingling. I opened my eyes, gasping and breathing hard with fear.

My hair was black and swept a little bit past my shoulders. I must have subconsciously made myself skinnier from the corset;

I felt lean in the corset and could breathe fully again. My legs were lean and long, and my eyes were green, which I hadn't planned on. I had knobby knees, and red lipstick covered my lips.

I blushed as I looked down; I had, once again, subconsciously, keeping what Tonks had said in mind, increased my bust size. I shrugged, thinking it would help in my mission. My skin was quite paler that made me look like a ghost compared to the black I was wearing and the darkness of my hair.

Grinning, I opened door, surprised to see everyone in the house standing there. I noticed that Ginny, Tonks, and Mrs. Weasley cocked their heads to the side. Fleur raised her eyebrows, not showing her shock. I forgot I was sitll wearing the low cut, high-skirted outfit and blushed deeply, as did Ron. Mr. Weasley just raised his a eyebrows, as did Bill.

"You did a number on yourself, Hermione!" Tonks beamed.

"Yes, you l-look quite..different." Ron stuttered. I blushed, but still laughed as Ron kept stuttering, but Remus shuffled his feet, avoiding my eyes like he were an eight year old.

"I theenk 'Ermio-nee looks am-azing!" Fleur said, clapping her hands together happily. "It weel be a magnifque disguise,no?"

"Yes, you'll get going tonight...Arthur's car as plenty of gas, and the invisibility is fine.." Remus mumbled, face growing redder with every word. I felt so incredibly different, but all the same. I was startled as Crookshanks, that mischievous little cat, rubbed himself on my ankles. I picked him up, petting him.

"Accio Suitcase!" I said, my heavy, but forgotten suitcase flying into my hand, making me feel as if I had broken my free wrist. I still managed a grin as we headed downstairs and outside into the afternoon. Muggles from across the street saw me and wolf-whistled, and Tonks shook a fist at them like an old timer.

"Oh, and Hermione, I hate to put you on the spot at the last minute, but do you think if he asks, you could tell him a made up profile of sorts?" Tonks asked as her and Ginny loaded my things into Mr. Weasley's car. Ginny, who, to her disappointment, couldn't come, she handed me three items.

"Hermione, I wanted you to have these." she said. I looked at the items and gasped: an Invisibility Cloak, a small mirror, and a small cage. "Fred and George couldn't make it, but for their new line of items just for girls, they made makeup mirrors so that you could talk with each other from any range, even from one common room to another. And for the last one, I figure you'll need company, so I'm letting you have Arnold." I laughed.

"Oh, Ginny, I won't need Arnold, I'll have my good cat Crookshanks!" I said as he purred loudly at my praise. I looked in to see Arnold bouncing around, his pink hair having grown at least two inches, causing his to tumble a lot. "But thanks." I took the mirror, tucking it in my shirt, and Remus took the cloak, putting it in my suitcase.

Ginny nodded, waved good bye, taking back Arnold the Pygmy Puff. Me, Remus, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley loaded into the small car. It was old, but he bought it for a cheap price. It was a beige color, four door, but then again, I don't know as much about cars as I should.

"Alright, let's go!" Mr. Weasley put the car in Drive, then went down the street, boosting the invisibility before we took off into he air. I've always had a bit of vertigo, and Tonks could tell as I gripped the handle of the car. As we got into the sky, I looked out the window at the houses and cottages over parts.

"Hey, you'll be fine. If he makes any really bad moves on you, you can kick his butt! You're crafty with a wand." Tonks winked at me. It made me feel a bit better, but didn't eradicate that hanging cloud over my head of despair. I knew I could take Malfoy but, but I wasn't sure of other things...what did Remus mean and why did he think that? But I erased those thoughts from my mind. After all, I couldn't lose my nerve, or my mind. After a few minutes in nervous, tedious silence, we arrived at the mansion.

"Wow." The place was quite big compared to Grimmauld Place, the Burrow even my house. It was probably ten times my house, it you don't include the floors that probably are inside and the swimming pool that can been seen from above. Mr. Weasley made the car go into a small dive, slowing down and parking a few meters away from the house itself.

"Good luck." Remus said, him, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley giving me tight hugs.

"Thanks. I'll try." I said. Taking a deep breath, I walked down the large lawn, which grasses were high, almost up to my knees. He obviously didn't like chores. There was no front porch; strangely, there was grass, then the door right in front of it. Looking at the length of the house, putting my hair being my ear, I knocked. No one responded.

Annoyed, I knocked again when a note from the window taped form the inside. It read: New Maid: Come in. I turned to see that just the few meters away, they were gone. Shaking my head, I turned the doorknob that felt like fire on my hand. I wasn't sure why. I walked in, hearing floorboards creaking underneath my feet, and my senses heightening. The house was so surprisingly bare and rundown, shadows on the wall where old furniture used to be, and the same with old portraits. There was one broken ceiling fan hanging from the middle, looking as i it were melted at some ends and bent at others. It had many windows, which was good, as long I wouldn't have to work in the dungeons. I took two step forward, looking up the large staircase leading to darkness, and the doors on either side that probably let to a kitchen or guest room.

"Hello." A voice behind me said. Hand on my wand, I whipped around, and there was Draco Malfoy. I was shocked, and blushed as if eyes went up and down my figure. I couldn't help but to survey him too.

He looked so different, but his features had definetly matured. His hair still hung over his eyes as it did years ago, but it seemed also longer in the back. He looked a lot healthier too then the last time I had seen him, his skin was still pale, but he didn't have that grayish tinge anymore. He seemed tense, for his squared jaw was a bit clenched, and his eyes weren't as cold, but still a stormy grey. He was wearing a black cloak over what looked like a grey T-shirt, and blue jeans, with sneakers. As much as I hated to admit it, he had gotten quite handsome ever since school ended.

"So, you're the new maid?" he asked with a cold tone. I nodded. 'Tell me your name." My body tensed. I had forgotten to make one up on the way.

"I'm, er, Claire. Claire Terversa. And I believe you're Draco Malfoy?" He surveyed me again, and nodded walking behind me. My eyes followed him as he began to pace a little, making me feel uneasy. "What shall do for you today,si-?"

"Are you pureblood?" he asked in the same cold manner, cutting me off. Not only did I think that cutting me off was rude, but it disgusted me to think that he still cared about parentage.

"What should it matter?" I asked, offended. "In the end, we'-" But before I could finish, he took the back of his hand and slapped me across the cheek, causing my knees to collide with the floorboards.

"Answer the question!" he calmly as I also, just as calmly, got up, regaining my composure, trying to ignore the throbbing in my cheek. Tears almost forced their way to my eyes, but I forced them back.

"Half." I muttered, rubbing the cheek so it throbbed less. He nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face. It was a shame really, he was quite handsome, but when he was angry and cold, his features looked burned and blurred.

"Hm, good. But not good enough. Before you start, I'll show you your room." he gestured upstairs and I was surprised he was going to treat someone as me, a maid(as he believes) to such a room. I carefully walked up the stairs, my heels clicking the only sound as we went up the staircase. getting to the top, there was a long hall on my right and left, with numerous doors on each side.

"Why is this place so run down...sir?" I asked quietly, trying to not to get hit again.

"Don't ask questions, just work. Oh, and another thing. Give me your wand." he held open to me, staring at me with gray, cold eyes.

"Why? Surely you don't want me to do it the muggle way!" I exclaimed.

"That was a question, now hand it over." He insisted. Rolling my eyes, I took the hem of my shirt, pulling on it and sliding out my wand, which I always kept on my side. He clutched it, slinking it into his own belt. I rolled my eyes again. Great, if I really got in trouble with him, what would I do?

"Now, you are the only maid that would actually take the job, so I'm going to pay you 5 Sickles an hour." He said. I was outraged by this.

"What?! The minimum wage is higher than that! Isn't minimum wage a Galleon and 5 Sickles an hour?" I asked.

"Also a question, now, if you want to hurt yourself, keep asking them." He raised his hand threatingly, and I flinched, but gritted my teeth in frustration. I couldn't let him think he had a hand over me. He smirked.

"Good, you know who your master is. Now, I'm going to have to use you for other purposes too. I have....certain spells I want to demonstrate, possibly on my enemies, and I need a test subject. There are cans and brushes in the bathroom, your going to paint the house." He said, folding his arms.

"But I..I..can't do that alone." I said warily. He sighed.

"You maids are worthless. Your room is the second door on the left, unpack, then get to work." He said simply, pointing to the door. I scowled, picking up my trunk and waddling under the weight of it, went to my room. When I got in the doorway, I felt him hanging over me. "And even if you maids are worthless, at least there's one good thing about you." Heat rose into my face and I froze as I felt Malfoy pinch my butt. I closed my eyes, and I felt immense hatred towards the man as I walked inside and slammed the door in his face.

My face cooling down, I looked at the room. It was completely bare, except for the bed, a nightstand, and a small closet. I sighed, unpacking my clothes and other things. I left Crookshanks behind just in case something happened to me, and I carefully stuffed the Invisibility Cloak underneath the thin mattress, spreading it out like a bed sheet. I picked the mirror out of my corset, looking into it.

"Ginny Weasley." I said into the mirror's surface, and an image of Ginny's room in the Burrow came up. "Gin?" I asked quietly. Her face appeared, and it made me jump. She had a big grin on her face.

"Good, then work. Ok, so you're there?" I nodded. "Has he done anything?"

"He says he wants to test some spells on me for his enemies, think he's talking about the Order?" I whispered, glancing at the door.

"Maybe, maybe not. You can't tell yet, but you're doing great. Has he done anything to you?" she asked. I gave her a blunt, flat look.

"It's only been 2 minutes, and he's already backhanded me and pinched my bum!" I exclaimed angrily. Ginny's eyes widened and she sighed.

"Some things never change. Well, Mum calling for lunch. Be careful, we love you Mione." She said. The same warm feeling of family and relief rose into me.

"Give your family, Tonks, and Remus my love. Love you too, Gin, bye." She waved into the small image before it was evident she shut the mirror. I did the same, sighing, remembering what my mission is. But for tonight, I had to warm him up a bit. I finished unpacking, finding a rubber band and putting my now long and straight hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you done?" Malfoy asked form the other side of the door. I gasped, thinking he had heard my conversation.

"Uh, yeah." He opened the door, standing in the doorway but not daring to come in.

"Well, when are you going to start?" He exclaimed in the silence.

"Now, what's it to you?" I retorted. Malfoy scoffed angrily.

"Jesus, you remind me of a girl from my old school, Hogwarts." This caught my attention instantly.

"Which girl?" I asked shyly, and to my surprise, he started to explain.

"This girl, what's her name? Hermione Granger. Some filthy Mudblood, couldn't keep her mouth shut, always running around with her lover boys, Potter and Weasley. She slapped me 5 years ago, that little know-it-all." He said bitterly. I was angry, but taken aback. I had no idea he hated me so much! But then again, being in his presence isn't really great.

"But she was, oh, and I hated this, the smartest girl in our year." His hard look softened as he reminisced. he sat down on the bed next to me, staring upwards. "She always got better grades than me, the stupid little Mudblood. But she....was bloody brilliant." This made me seem more taken aback, and he stared at me. "Are you alright?" I was shocked at the fact he thought me, Hermione Granger, was a brilliant girl!

"Enough of that, then! Get to work!" His hard, cold face appeared again, and he pointed towards the bathroom door. As I stomped out, he looked at me with a look I couldn't place. it was a look of hatred, pity, and...did I see sadness in his eyes?

A/N: So...what do you guys, er, think? I will continue it if I get the right amount of reviews. Oh, and if you put this on your favorite and didn't review, I'll murder you and your family, including all of your pets. Bye!