Ok guys after this one the chapters will be a lil more spaced out but I wanted to sorta make it up to everyone for taking so long!

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Hermione sat frozen in her seat, any ideas of this conversation going remotely well had completely fled from her thoughts. She'd never seen Harry look at her like he did now and it sent chills down her spine. Will he hate me?

"Yo-you see Dra- er Malfoy and I we met over the summer at a muggle club, and he was actually… really nice." 'Mione started choking out her words. Eyes closed. If I can't see their face ,the-their disappointment I'll be able to finish.

"What in the bloody hell do you mean by nice 'Mione?!" Ron shouted yet again, his ears had flushed bright red and his head looked rather like it might pop with how angry he was. 'Mione's eyes snapped open. She was becoming increasingly aware of the embarrassingly large number of heads that turned their way.

"Shut up Ron, keep going Hermione." Harry said shortly. His eyes still looked sharp like a knife and she knew he could bring her down without saying a word.

So 'Mione went on slowly and with a frustrating stutter, to explain all of what happened that summer. She watched as Ron turned darker and darker shades of purple, and as Harry shook his head as though she was a lost cause. But when she explained Ginny and Blaise the blood drained right from both boys faces.

She took a moment to breath before she even dared to tell the boys about Lucius, they had both been quite eager to celebrate Malfoy senior's disappearance and she hated to be the one to tell them he was back.

"So then you didn't shag the ferret?" Ron took the moment to ask. 'Mione turned beet red.

"Ronald Weasley of course not! Have you ever known me to do anything of that sort?!" She burst out. Although if things were to work out so that we were still together outside of Hogwart's… Really this is not the time to think about this!

"Well I dunno 'Mione I hear rumors about him! and- and well he's a bad influence!" Ron squaked awkwardly, his ears red for a different reason now.

"'Mione there's more isn't there?" Harry quick as ever, still hadn't looked away from her and the predator's look in his eyes hadn't faded a bit.

"Well… yes you see then there's Lucius…" She started, both boys snapped back to attention.

A short time later Hermione was feeling a little more comfortable telling Harry and Ron what had been going on. It was obvious that they would listen until she was finished so now it was only the end that she had to dread. What will they think of me?

"And you see Ginny had asked Blaise to go get her a Big Mac which is muggle food in our wizard kitchen which really is a crazy request while I wa-"

"Did that git get her pregnant!?" Ron burst out again.

'Mione let out a deep sigh, "Really Ron is that all you think about? No he did not, now listen."

Ron immediately shut his mouth and seemed to pick up on the cue that he was being rather obnoxious when Harry shot him a look over the chocolate frog's.

"Anyways Blaise was in the kitchen's at the same time I saw him near the dungeons talking and it turns out that… that" 'Mione slowed to a stop and silence hung between the friends like an unwelcome ghost. I hadn't though about this part of the story. How will they take Ginny almost- almost offing me? Hermione glanced up at Harry and Ron, both their dinners sitting forgotten in front of them, hanging on to her every word. Well I can't very well stop now can I?

"It turns out that the Blaise I saw was- well it was actually Ginny after taking a polyjuice potion, she was the one who was talking to Blaise's father." She could nearly see the shock and hurt oozing off her best friends as she spoke. "And then when I got back to the common room, well after running into Draco and having him throw me up against a wall…" Anger registered in their eyes now, " Well Ginny and Draco were in the common room, they were leaving… and then Ginny well she tried to… errr she tried to off me." Their mouths were open again as she showed them the large bruise on her back from Ginny and the nail marks from Zambini senior's cruciatus curse, far wider than they had been the first time. "But it's not their fault!"

Now both Harry and Ron just looked confused.

"What? How can it not be their fault Hermione, I mean as much as we don't want to believe it I mean the proof is right their on your back." Harry was shaking his head again.

'Mione glanced up and realized the great hall was starting to empty. Dinner was almost over, her time with them was running out. She rushed out everything Dumbledore had said to her and the plan to send her and Blaise to a safe house for a week in hopes that she could make them completely understand that she hadn't meant to betray them in any way and neither had Ginny.

When she finished Ron simply got up from the table, glowered across the hall at Blaise and stormed out of the large doors. 'Mione felt another crack form in her sad remains of a heart. She watched him walk out without a word and then slowly turned to Harry, ready to beg for forgiveness.

Harry sat their across from her, so close but it felt as though a vast canyon had opened up between them. He was looking of toward's the teacher's table, at Dumbledore.

"Harry I'm so-"

" 'Mione no don't apologize." Harry cut her off. 'Mione shut her mouth and tried to make herself smaller. Harry still wouldn't look at her. "It- It's alright."

She could've leapt over the table right then and there and hugged him.

"I mean, Hermione I don't like this business with Malfoy," His sharp green eyes were back on her, "I don't like it at all, I think he will and well he already has hurt you." 'Mione's eyes dropped to the floor. He's right.

"But you have supported me through everything, every stupid risky thing I've done. Whether you liked it or not you made sure you did everything you could for me to come out alright. And… and I think the very least I can do is support you when you really need it." Harry smiled a big goofy smile, knocking his glasses off more to one side of his nose. "Doubt I would be here today without all of your help."

'Mione had never been closer to tears and now she did lean over the now empty tables and hug Harry as best she could.

"Don't worry 'Mione your gonna be fine. If anyone can handle this it's you." Harry spoke into her hair as he rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Thank you Harry! Thank you so much for understanding." 'Mione smiled whole heartedly for the first time in the last three days.

As she sat back in her seat she noticed Blaise walking over to escort her back to the dorm. "Harry I've got to go now" she said as Blaise approached them.

"Alright, Take care, I'll see you in a week." His eyes slid back to Blaise, "You take good care of her mate, if she trusts you I suppose I can too."

Blaise looked at Hermione questioningly, and then turned back to Harry and nodded slowly. Without a word he turned and waited for Hermione to catch up to him before walking out the doors.

"Quiet one he is" Harry thought aloud "That's our Hermione though, never shed a tear." Then he turned to face the teacher's tables. He was hoping to ask Dumbledore a few questions.
Both Blaise and Hermione sat in a heavy silence in the common room. Their trunks were packed and by the door with midnight only seconds away.

Blaise hadn't spoken at all since their argument over whether or not Blaise had betrayed them all and 'mione was really starting to regret her persistence in saying he had sold them all out.

With a pop Dumbledore appeared in front of the Mantle, the trunks disappeared, and both students jumped as though a bomb had just gone off. Why was it anyway that Dumbledore could apparate inside Hogwart's grounds when no one else could?

"Oh dear I always forget that these high tension situations make people a little sensitive to sound. So sorry." He smiled a little half smile by way of apology. "So I would hope you both have everything in order?"

Why do I get the feeling he means more than packing? 'Mione thought of her conversation with Harry and Ron. Harry's forgiveness, and Ron's angry exit. I have got things in order. The best…. The best that I can. She nodded mutely, not trusting her voice to hold firm.

"Alright then if you will each take one of these," He held up two things that looked mysteriously like lightbulbs, "They will take you to your safe house. Talk to no one. If you leave your safe house for any reason, which I strongly advise against, leave looking like someone who is not yourself." Dumbledore said with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

Honestly, I can't always understand him.

"And most importantly be careful. Your food will be taken care of. And I will return for you at the end of the week. Now no time to waste, you must be off!" he held out the light bulbs and upon grasping it Hermione felt a sickening lurch and pull behind her nose.

I hate Portkeys.

Suddenly she was thrown into an empty passenger train compartment. A piece of paper in her lap with Dumbledore's elegant script on it.

1717 Rue de Le petit chevre

Nice, France

She looked absently out the window to see the train was moving quickly towards a small brightly lit speck in the distance. I suppose to just go straight there would be too risky.

She looked back at the address again studying every inch of Dumbledore's elegant writing then flipping it over to read the directions, a mile walk.

She stared until her vision blurred. Until a wet drop hit her forearm, then another and another. No… No! I can't cry not now I was holding up so well… Her body responded with a broken sob breaking free from her mouth. It had been too much she'd held back tears so long, through so much. And now her neglected tears were demanding their time.

She was vaguely aware that Blaise was staring at her. Shame settled into her salty, tear stained face. First I say- no scream horrible things about betrayal at him, then blubber like a large unattractive baby in front of him. What he must think of me now. She nearly laughed at the thought.

But to her surprise Blaise, instead of ignoring her, wrapped his arms around her in a brotherly sort of way. He's comforting me? After everything she'd said to him, he could still reach out to her when she needed it.

"Blaise- blaise I'm so so s-sorry. So sorry" She choked out as a fresh wave of tears hit her at his unbridled act of kindness.

"It's all right Hermione, I understand. If I had been you, gone through what you had that night, I would have done the same thing." He said softly, "But we- we are in this together, and we are going to get our Draco and Ginny back… my Ginny… we will, I know we will."

Blaise held on to 'Mione until she was done crying, then without another word he silently drifted back over to his side of the compartment and stared out the window at the moving scenery beyond.

The train pulled into their station a smidge past 2am. As they stepped off the train mione glanced back at Blaise.

"Blaise I wanted to- well to thank you. For everything." She turned to face her ever-silent companion.

Blaise just looked at her and nodded. A sort of silent 'your welcome'. Hermione smiled just a little.

A split second later she was on her knees as a familiar feeling hit her hard. But she'd only ever felt it in clubs the feeling that…

Bliase made to help her up but she just lokked up at him, eyes wide face ghost white.

"Blaise, Blaise they're here! Draco's here in Nice!" Panic hit her veins like caffeine straight to the bloodstream. She was wired.

Draco stopped in the middle of a busy sidewalk. He turned to look at nothing in particular. Perhaps the train station nestled further up the street, full of busy people. His eyes flashed silver as he took one strained step back towards the station.

She's there

"Draco! Come now! If we are to find Blaise and the girl before the week's up and they are back in Hogwart's there is much work to be done. And I think I know where we might… intercept them" Lucius snarled from further down the street.

Draco stopped mid-step, wincing at the pain in his heart. Physical pain now, not just imagined, and his eyes flat grey, turned to follow his father.

"So much for a Safe house." Blaise mumbled under his breath. They were both standing at the exit of the station looking out at the emptying city and the darkened streets just outside of town. "Where is this place?"

"About a half a mile out of town" Dread settled heavily on her bones followed by another feeling, a sharp pain in her heart that like the pain that had woken her earlier, was gone in an instant.

The pair made their way quickly through the town, without a disguise they were sitting ducks, but the spells they needed were packed away in Hermione's trunk. Her trunk which she'd seen neither hide nor hair of since Dumbledore had made it disappear at their commons room. How could I be so foolish! To pack the spells away… They passed fewer and fewer people and finally they were out of town, out of passersby and out of street lights.

"Half a mile now" 'Mione whispered, not quite sure that Blaise had even heard her. If he did he didn't respond, but from the little she could see in the dark she could tell he was on edge, surveying the dark quietly. Brilliant Professor Dumbledore, just brilliant.

Quite suddenly a green light lit the night, a green light from a wand…

Oh no. No. NO!

"Blaise duck!"

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