A/N: So, I guess, like, yeah. Here's anotha' chapter. I love your reviews! ^_^ (does happy dance) And I have a question: Should I label this a Romance/Drama, or a Romance/Action/Adventure? Because I imagined at some point there would be some action and adventure, but then again, it's very dramatic. Anyway, I'm pretty depressed about my friend, HedwigandHermes7, not being able to see the Internet for a while, so she cant review!

Disclaimer: I only make one for every story. Well, every long story. Uhm, I don't own Hermione, Draco or his sexiness. I don't own Harry, even though he's dead, or any of the genius JK owns. I do, however, own Claire, but only the name, not the character, because she's Hermione. Ok, fine, JK can have Claire. I own nothin' but the plot and the actions of the characters.

June 22, 1998, Day Four, 7:58 PM

I felt so awkward walking around the streets of Hogsmeade again, my heels clicking against the cobblestone ground as we walked around, looking at different stores with trinkets or small cakes in the windows. Draco seemed happy, for his face wasn't full of contempt as usual. He also seemed surreptitious, because his cloak overshadowed his face a little, and with the help of the same spell that I had used on myself, his hair was now a dark brown, almost black, like mine. I almost feared that people would think we were related, but going on a date anyway.

"Where do you want to go, and when we get there...what're we going to do?" he asked. I was about to respond when I saw something that almost made me fall flat on my face. A man, looking older than Draco, of course, with red hair and thinly rimmed glasses, wearing a patch from the Ministry, was chatting with Rufus Scrimigeour( Only God knows why he's still Minister) in a horse drawn carriage going down the street. I realized that-

"Merlin, is that Percy Weasley?" Draco asked. I assumed he had heard of him before, since it did say on the TV how he had recently had been awarded (handed, more like The Order Of Merlin, Second Class. I however did grin, remembering the celebration at Hogwarts when me, Ron, and Ginny were awarded Order Of Merlin, First Class from Dumbledore and-to his disdain-The Minister. Of course, upon passing people walking on the cobblestone, he laughed uproariously, catching the attention of people and smirking at them below. The passerby didn't seem to care, nor feel bad.

"That little whimpering..." I grumbled. "The man acts like a bloody pompous socialite!"

"What have you against him?" he asked quickly as the carriage passed.

"Nothing. Hermione told me that he was such a jerk," I hissed. Draco rubbed his arm uncomfortably, as if he was worried the "Hermione" who wrote to me said such things about him too.

"She was awarded Order Of Merlin, no doubt? After the scenario at the oldest Weasley's wedding?" Draco asked casually. I nodded. He seemed to nod absentmindedly, looking at some jewels in a store shop.

"Are we going in a restaurant or not?" I asked impatiently. He looked back at me.

"Well, choose one." he said curtly.

"Hm, this looks good. Clever name," I said, as I looked up at the golden, curly letters in a restaurant sign that spelled Felix Felicis.

"I was thinking after dinner, we could go to the Leaky Cauldron or The Hog's Head, perhaps?" he suggested.

"Yeah, big surprise," I quipped. He rolled his eyes and we walked in. The place seemed to be full of happy couples, young and old, seated at tables peppered around the room.

"What a nice place," I said, smiling. Draco seemed uncomfortable there as we took a table near a bunch of potted plants, which were swaying and whistling to the soft jazz music. A waitress came up to us.

"What would you like today?" she asked politely.

"I'll have the steak, medium rare, and a glass of wine," Draco said, trying to make his voice husky to disguise it.

"Yes, uhm, I'll have the chicken alfredo, and a glass of water with lemon," I said. She nodded, wrote down our orders, and walked back to the kitchen. My eyes wandered around the room when I almost thought I heard someone call the name "Hermione". I looked around and saw a red haired girl in the lavatory, waving to me.

"I must go off, you know, lavatory!" I laughed nervously and walked away before Draco could protest. I ran inside and wrapped my arms around a smiling Ginny.

"Nice dress, Mione!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, Ginny, I've missed you so much, it's great to see you in person! How's Ron?"

She shrugged. "He's fine, but he misses you. Tonks and Remus couldn't stay tonight, they went out. You know, Death Eaters. What about you, is Malfoy bothering you?"

I gave her a questioning look. "Ginny, you know he's not bothering me, I already told you about what happened."

"Oh, yeah," she said, nodding. I raised an eyebrow; why was Ginny acting so weird? "You seem to actually be enjoying his company!"

I rolled my eyes. "We've been over this Ginny! I already told you I like him!" she seemed to pale but cover it up quickly with a smile.

"Right, right, sorry, so many things on my mind!" she said. I nodded.

"Anyways, what if I seriously get in deep? I mean, I'm pretty sure he's not a Death Eater, but he could be dangerous, not to mention he's wanted!" I said.

"Don't worry, I'm sure everything will work out for the better, and I'll tell Gin-I mean, Ron." she said quickly. I stared at her for a second, the wheels in my brain turning.

"Ginny," I said slowly. "Are you all right?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes darting around. "I'm fine, just fine!" Finally, it felt like a huge pane of glass in my head shattered. I pulled her into stall.

"RON! What are you doing here?!" I asked sharply. He seemed he wanted to object, but sighed, shoulders slumping.

"Mione, how could you?" he pushed past me out of the stall. "Why would you want to date that lit-"

"He's changed, Ron. And I don't need you in my business, now leave, or I'm telling Ginny you tried to be her! Now, i have a dinner to go back to!" I snapped at him. He seemed hurt, but then, an evil glint was in his eyes, and I had no idea what he would say next.

"Oh,you have a tale to tell?" he asked. "What if Remus and Tonks knew you were going out, becoming attached to the enemy?"

"Ron," i whispered, tears coming to my eyes. "Oh, God, Ron, please, don't! I just, I need some more time. Please!" He shook his head.

"I mean, what would Harry say?" muttered. White hot anger spread through me and I smacked him as hard as I could across the face causing his to stagger backwards.

I pointed a finger at him threateningly. "How dare you say Harry's name in vain? He saved mine and your arse more than once, and this is how you repay him? Harry would be shocked, of course, but he would understand I'm not a little girl, and that I'm capable of my own decisions!"

"Well, with that attitude," he teased. "I might just slip that-"

"NO!' I hissed loudly. I was ready to collapse from this threat. "You don't understand.."

"Understand what?"

"I...I love him, Ron. I know, its only been about a week, but I do. I love Draco Malfoy, not as Claire Terversa, but I love him as Hermione Granger. It's who I am, and I love him, okay? You can't do this to me." He stared at me.

"If you love him, you'll let him go. If you don't break it off by the end of the week, well, you're off of the case." I said, and with that, there was a loud pop and he was gone. I stared at the bathroom wall before getting up. I felt like a hollow shell of what I was before as I sat down to a grinning Draco.

"Chicken's still warm, I used that spell to heat it back up," he said. I murmured a thanks and ate in silence.

"Claire, I.." Draco couldn't seem to get the words out as he struggled. "I just want to say...in the past couple of days.." My eyes began to well with tears; not this, and not now. "You've made me feel happier than I have in two years."

"Draco...I don't know what to say," I said tearfully, my heart tightening. "I just...I mean..I don't....God, this is so hard for me."

"I get it, it's okay," he said.

"No, you just don't get it! You'll never understand. I'm sorry." I put a hand on my mouth and ran out of the restaurant and into the street and Apparated away. I found myself in my room, and I couldn't cry, for my tears had been dried up. I just laid in my bed, my heart hollow, clutching the sheets as I drifted off into a fitful sleep, when I had a dream of something form my past.

Six Months Ago

I was so excited that I had just taken my written test to become an Auror, but of course, I was already a part of the Order anyway. I was so scared they were going to intimidate me into telling them where the Order was hidden, or who was in it. Tonks and Ginny had accompanied me to the Ministry, and to the Minister's dismay, I wanted to become an Auror. I was running to the door-if that's what one wants to call it-of Sirius' old home when I saw Ron.

"Ron, I have to tell you, taking my Auror written test was terribly hard, but-" I slowed down when I saw him talking to a quite pretty girl, who had brown eyes, blonde, short hair and a big smile.

"Ron, who's this?" I asked carefully. He rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"This is...Laura. Uhm, Laura, this is Hermione." I was determined not to stare coldly, for he was holding her hand. He quickly let go when I looked and blushed.

"I like your name. Oh, and your hair!" she said kindly, pointing to my hair that was less curly, but more straight and pulled into a high ponytail.

"Pleasure. Ron, can I talk to you for a second?" I pulled him away from the girl who stared confused.

"She moved in across the street, and-"

"Listen, Ron," I said sharply. "What would Remus say if he found out you were out romping with some Muggle? The Order is supposed to be a secret!"

"It's not like I'd tell her," he exclaimed. "Are you jealous?"

"Of course not, like she's much competition! We've been going out for four months, nothing's going to happen concerning her!" I scoffed.

"Well, the way your acting now, i wouldn't be so sure!" he said before gasping in regret. I felt tears force their way. I couldn't believe it.

"So that's it then?" I asked.

"That's it." he said. Before he could say anymore, I already Apparated to The Burrow.

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June 23, 1998. Day Five, 10:00 AM

"This pain is just too real, there's just too much that time can not erase. When you cried I wiped away all of your tears...' I heard as I woke up from that fitful dream. Draco was sitting at the edge of my bed, holding a bouquet of flowers. I looked at my radio to hear My Immortal playing. He had a solemn look on his face as if someone died.

"These are for you. It's obvious I have no where to place them, so.." he said awkwardly.

"You shouldn't have." I said softly. He sat closer to me.

"No, actually. I did. I must've freaked you out last night by telling you all that stuff...I do tend to move a little fast. But if you want to pace it, that's okay too." he said quietly.

I placed a hand on my heart, happy and touched he was willing to take things slowly. My black hair, which was now frizzy, swept over my shoulders in the tanktop I was wearing, and baggy sweatpants.

"Since I wanted to catch up with some old friends, I'm going to a dinner party. I was invited this morning." He said suddenly, more to him than me. I groaned, slumping onto my bed covers.

"I guess I'll stay here all night long while you go and drink booze all night?" I quipped.

"Well, no, I want you to be there..." he mumbled, trailing off.

"To be there as your girlfriend." I ended. He nodded, and I looked away, smiling.

'But, you do realize that I still have to work, right? I mean, what do you do for a living?" I asked, sheepishly grinning at the fact that I hadn't asked that before.

"I don't need to work, I've got enough money to last me three lifetimes! The only problem is I cant spend it all, move out of this old shack and go to...to...America or something!" he exclaimed. "If I ever went to Gringotts., well, they would take me and lock me up. They secured my finances and my account, so whatever I do, I cant go there. But they don't know there are other ways to get inside a bank..." he said slowly, and began muttering to himself. I scratched my head worriedly. Had he ever broken into Gringotts? I thought that was impossible! But with the right amount of Dark Magic....

"Right, anyway," I said quickly. "Fine, i will come to your dinner party, but it will be dreadful. I mean, all of your friends don't know me.."

"Oh, come on now, cheer up!" he said, lifting my head. "It will be a marvelous time!" He then left the room, humming softly. I looked at him from down the hall admirably. And he used to act so tough... I placed the flowers he had given me at the head of my bed and saw the little compact when I gasped. RON!

I grabbed the black quartz compact and opened it, muttering Ginny's name to see her at the Burrow, livid.

"Ginny?" I asked slowly. She was at her table, scribbling madly when she looked up, startled at the mirror.

"Mione! I am so sorry, my idiot brother tricked me into thinking your date was tonight, then he said he was going to Fred's house to play some Exploding Snap! I was so stupid to think he was doing it in the middle of the night!" she said hurriedly. "What did he do?"

I felt sadness sweep over me again. "Oh, nothing. He just, you know, threatened to reveal the fact that I am Draco's girlfriend to the Order therefore banishing me and my license." I said sarcastically. Ginny looked more livid, then her face went blank.

"I almost forgot! The Ministry has sent out missing posters for you! We would tell those morons everything's fine, but Remus says to wait it out a bit until your done...you are done, aren't you?" Her blank expression made me severely worried, but I played along.

"Of course not, there still might be some evidence, he's been acting suspicious..." I lied. She gave me a flat look; I had many tells when I lied.

"Hermione, I can only lie for you a little longer," she warned.

"Okay, okay. Listen, he's going to a party and wants me to attend. I'm not sure who, but I'm almost positive it's a Slytherin, therefore, probably a Death Eater. I'll get as much as possible then, okay? Tell Remus I'm onto something. I also think that he's somehow been slowly taking money out of his account, somehow." I said and Ginny was already writing these things down in short notes.

"You're doing spectacular, Hermione," Ginny smiled. "And don't worry me and my dear brother will have a chat."

I sighed. "This dinner party will almost be the death of me." I said before closing the compact. Little did I know it might be true.

A/N: OMG YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I got this thingy or whatever, Jarte, so now, all the things I write have spellcheck! Can you fucking believe it! WOOOOO!