A/N: I'm not sure how good this chapter will be because I'm not completely satisfied yet with what happens in it. I may hold it a day extra to work with it a bit. We'll see. Anyways, on with the chappie.

Additional Author's Note: This chapter starts off a little confusing. Remember Hermione went to change and heard the tapestry open right when she got her realization. She's changed, and came to see who came in a voila.

Then she heard the blood-curdling screams.

They were her's. She'd just walked out to ask Professor Lupin how he got in, when she saw…

Professor Lupin trying to pry Harry and Ron's hands off of Draco's neck.

'What in HELLFIRE!'

"Harry Ron! What the bloody blazes are you doing?!" she cried, running down the stairs.

"That doesn't concern you Hermione. This is between us and the git," ground out Ron.

"That git saved my life about half an hour ago! And I'm Head Girl, I'm not gonna let you hurt my reputation by strangling my dorm-mate right in front of me!" she screamed

back.

"Gee, thanks for caring Granger." scowled Malfoy as Lupin held Scarface and Weasel away from him.

Ignoring him, she pushed Harry and Ron onto a plushy couch. "Talk. Now." Was all she said before sitting across from them with crossed arms.

"Well," sneered Draco "Excuse me from this Griffyndor Pow-Wow. I'm going to take a shower."

"No, you're not Mr.Malfoy, I have something to discuss with you. Let's go to the kitchen and leave these three alone." commanded Lupin.

"Whatever…"

Hermione could only narrow her eyes in disagreement at the way Draco treated her teacher. Uh, the teacher.

As Hermione waited for them to explain, she strained to catch what was being whispered in the kitchen. However, she could only hear random words. This is what she heard:

Lupin: "We need…. very urgent…. you really must…. hmm?"

Malfoy: "Why in the…. I? How…think…want to??!"

Lupin: "…must. Only…do this…always were helpful before... really need…Dumbledore-"

Malfoy: "I don't give bloody hell!"

Lupin: "Well, of course. …decision, but…so helpful…like before... it over please?

Malfoy:: long silence:: "…see.. …Night, Professor."

Lupin: "Good…. Mr. Draco."

Hermione had a wonderful gift.

It probably helped her be such a good student despite being friends with Harry and Ron. She could listen to two things at once, pay true attention only to one, and when they were both over, go back and truly "listen" to the other one.

That's what she was doing now.

Seeing Harry and Ron pointing angrily at Malfoy, Hermione "went back" just as Professor Lupin was walking out of the kitchen followed by a frowning Draco.

Harry: "Look, we're sorry 'Mione, ok? But, well, you may have noticed we haven't been to meals lately."

Indeed. Where have they been?

Ron: "If it was because of anything else, I think you'd be proud of us: we've been spending all our meals at the library."

Wow…

Harry: "See, we were in the library on the first day back, when we were looking for that book Snape wanted us to read…"

Ha, I bet they didn't find it.

Harry (continued): "and we couldn't find it, and see, somehow, Ron said something, and I chucked a book at him, and he chucked one at me, and before we knew it we were wrestling around…

What on bloody earth does any of this have to do with D-Malfoy??

Ron::sheepish look:: "And, um, IsortofslammedHarryagainstthewall…"

You WHAT?! SLAMMED HIM AGAINST A WALL?!

Harry: "Yeah, he did. But the thing is I don't really mind."

Oh my Goddess, please tell me they have not decided to let themselves "be themselves" and have decided they're gay and enjoy slamming into each other against walls…

Harry (continued): "Because, it turns out Dumbledore has this secret room in there!"

Oh. Wait, WHAT?

Ron: "There was all this stuff Hermione, all these ancient looking books, and stones with thingies drawn in 'em and all these old scrolls! We were thinking of letting

you in there as a Christmas present."

Old books, runes, and scrolls! Oh, all the fascinating history that must be in there!! But…what does this have to do with the ferret??

Harry::voice gets darker:: "But we accidentally knocked down some parchment. And we wouldn't have read it, except for we saw your name, and Malfoy's."

Ron: "We read the whole thing through and through 'Mione, and guess what they were?! They were detailed accounts of EVERYTHING the Order does!! Lists of

members, details of meetings, future plans, everything!"

Harry and Ron (together)::point at Malfoy:: "He's been spying on the Order for his dad and the Death Eaters!!"

::slow clapping::

"Good job Potty and Weaselhead," sneered Draco. "But did it ever cross your minds thatif that was spying for the Death Eaters, they would have it, and it definitely

wouldn't be in Dumbledore's room?"

They thought about it for a few moments, before…

"He probably confiscated it from you when you were trying to send it to them!" shouted Ron, his ears red, while Harry sat next to him his eyes troubled and lips pursed in thought.

"Riiiiight, and I'm not expelled because Dumbledore forgot about me, huh?" Draco smirked, leaning on the wall in an infuriatingly casual way.

"He's just going easy on you because he believes in giving people lots of chances!" Ron's face was turning purple-red in embarassment, but he refused to back down now.

But before Draco could roll his eyes, and amused voice sounded itself from behind Hermione.

"My, my, what fervor Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling behind his half moons. "But I'm afraid you are rather wrong. Indeed, those papers you saw", ("for

which I'm going to have to find a new hiding place…" he muttered on the side), "were not proof of young Mr. Malfoy's disloyalty, but rather the opposite."

"Huh?" was Ron's brilliant response.

"It means I've joined the Order Weasley. I'm 17, I can do what I want. So, when there are meetings-" Draco started. 'Only way to go against my Father that I could think of..'

"-you write down records of them" finished Hermione nodding her head absently.

Grey eyes met hazel again.

"Yea," he grunted.

"Remus. What a nice surprise. What are you doing here?" inquired Dumbledore politely.

"I was speaking with them both Albus."

"And?"

Lupin's eyes met Dumbledore's and all 4 of them had the strangest feeling that the two of them were having a conversation without uttering a single word.

After a while Lupin's eyes dimmed, and Albus bowed his head in understanding. "Very well," said the latter. "Messers Potter and Weasley, I would like to speak with you for a

while in my office please. Good night Ms. Granger. Mr. Malfoy." He said nodding to both. "Coming Remus?"

"I'll be right there Albus. Goodnight Hermione. Goodnight Draco." And with that, the Ferret and the Mudblood were left alone.

Draco was in a good mood. It felt good to be able to shove something in Weasel and Pottyhead's faces, something that proved he was turning to the good side, with Dumbledore and Lupin behind him no less. He could sense this was a private victory over his father. Now he just had to hope his Father didn't actually find out about it...

Meanwhile, Hermione watched Remus leave, her eyes trailing behind him, still itching to know how he had gotten into the dormitory. But at the same time, she didn't really want to know...

Well, now that they were alone, she expected Malfoy to explain something about the Order.

Or ask why she fell off of her broom.

But instead, she heard him say in a content but curious voice:

"Why does everyone always say good night to you first?"

Hermione had to giggle. "What? What do you mean?"

"Well," defended Draco, "Everyone's like good night Granger, and then they say good night to me. Why??"

"Um, maybe it's because my last name comes before yours in the alphabet?"

Draco snorted. "Whatever."

"Well, how am I supposed to know?!"

"I said whatever, ok? Geez. And hey, why'd you decide to jump off of your broom?"

"I did not decide to jump off of my broom!" she replied hotly. "I just…fell." She blushed.

Draco shook his head. "No wonder Scarhead and Weaselby never take you flying."

Without thinking, Hermione stepped up right in his face. "Are you implying I'm a bad flyer?!"

He smirked. "Must be terrible to know there's actually something at school you're bad at."

She opened her mouth to reply, but found herself in bliss.

Draco…was kissing her.

'Oh wow, Lavender and Parvati's rumors didn't do him justice!' she thought as she melted into his arms.

The kiss was warm, and tentative first, but grew passionate until it was just like the one that made Hermione fall off of her broom. And indeed, her knees were weak again, and

she would've probably crumpled to the floor, dazed, if he wasn't crushing her against him so tight.

Finally, they both had to breathe, after what seemed like an eternity of the thought of air being banished.

Both of them were flushed, with disheveled hair, bruising mouths, and panting breath.

Draco was the first to say anything, trademark smirk in place. "Not bad Granger."

A/N: XD I love that Draco line.