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So, this chapter is horribly short. I'm sorry. I think it sets up the next chapter pretty well though. I hope you like it!

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I couldn't believe how easy it was to find them. I wasn't even trying, in fact, I was actually trying not to find them, and I literally ran into their protective spells. I almost apparated away then; if there was a chance that I could be getting Hermione captured, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Then my heart started to take over. It had been over a month since I had last stared into her beautiful eyes; since I had held her close to me. Why wait any longer? I had found her, and we could be together again, at last.

There was no way to try and get through their protective spells without either hurting myself, or scaring one of the three of them out of their skins. I would have to wait until someone noticed me. Hopefully they were making an effort to have a lookout. I figured that Hermione hadn't told Potter or Weasly about us, so only if she was on lookout, or if one of the two said something about seeing me would I have a good chance at getting in there. It wasn't every day that a Malfoy went wandering around in the woods, it's not like my family loved to go on hikes or anything.

After only a few minutes of me standing just outside of the sphere of protective spells, I heard someone begin taking the spells down, just in front of where I was standing. To my surprise, however, it was not Hermione that stood before me, it was Harry Potter himself.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Potter growled. I thought this was quite foolish, because, if Hermione hadn't told him about us, I was known to be the enemy, and I wouldn't be likely to travel alone.

I looked down at him. "Well Potter, I've come to help. May I speak with Granger please?" I tried to look past him, to see if I could spot Hermione anywhere. He stepped into my view before I could see more than the grass right in front of their small tent.

"There's no reason for you to speak with her. You should leave, now."

I was actually a bit confused about this. All of the scenarios that I had played out in my mind, this was not even close to any of them. I never imagined that I would not be allowed entrance, or even to speak to Hermione. In my mind, the hardest part had always been shaking a tracker, and staying away from Hermione. So far, my plans had not been going accordingly. "Harry," I looked into his eyes, possibly for the first time ever. "I need to see her. Please."

He probably wasn't used to me using his first name, because he opened his mouth, but no words came out. He closed it, trying to compose himself, and then said, "You're not welcome here," and he started to put back the protective spells around the small gap he had made between the two of us.

I couldn't just leave it at that. "Hermione! Hermione, it's me! Please, let me in, I need to see you!" I tried to push Potter back; I had to get in to see Hermione. She must want to see me too, right? She should be longing to be in my arms, she would come running out of the tent when she heard my voice; come running to me and shove Potter out of the way when she saw it really was me… that was how it was supposed to happen. But I didn't see her beautiful thick hair poke out of the opening in the tent, I didn't see her wonderful toothy smile, and she never came running. I just stared at Potter, stunned. It seemed like my whole world was collapsing on me. The only thing in the world I knew for certain was my feelings for Hermione, and hers for me, but this seemed to prove what a git I was.

She must have just been using me for information. All of the time we shared together at school wasn't because of her feelings for me; they were just to gain information on the dark side of the war for Potter. Precious Potter. I had never hated him more than I did right now. He was somehow behind this; he was to blame for all of this. Hermione never wanted to see me again, obviously. I was so stupid, how could I think that she would ever fall in love with me? How could I have fallen in love with her? I wish that it had never happened, because I couldn't breathe now. I felt like I wanted to die.

Why didn't I see the signs before? There must have been signs that she really didn't have true feelings for me. It was hard to believe that I could have been this wrong about anything. I was so sure that we were in love, that it was the real thing. Granted, I've never really been in love before her, but our relationship was so unlike anything that I've ever had before. I thought surely it was true. I was wrong though. I had told her everything, and she, in turn, had told Potter. They probably laughed about it all, even now; they were remembering things that I had told her, the fact that I was scared of the end of school, how I hated the Dark Lord, and how my family was really wonderful. No death eater ever loved their family, that was probably just a big joke to them.

Could I really just sit here and take this? Could I really just accept that I was wrong? I had never been wrong before, about anything. There had to be something else going on that I didn't know about. I would have to figure it out. I would wait for as long as it took. I decided to stay right where I was; just wait for them to pack up and leave, they would take down their protective spells, take away any trace that they had been there, and I would be waiting right here, and as soon as I saw her, I would demand that we talk, so that I could get to the bottom of this thing.

Why did she lie to me?