Okay, My "Trying my best" was awful. I think I'm gonna be taking a bit of time in this. Sorry for the wait. Hope you like it!

Just to remind you, I DO NOT *sob* own Harry Potter or anything related to its amazingness. And There are some lines from the novel in this story, which are NOT mine.

By the way: Happy Birthday Harry! *lol, i know. I'm late. Don't sue me.*

Draco scowled.

Things weren't turning out good. Not only that Mad-eye was dead, which of course was because of that crappy plan, now he had to sleep on the floor because of the arrival of saint Potter and deal with the nosy questions from the Order. He was their new suspect now. Even Mr. Weasley had started to look doubtful. He hated being with people like that. He wouldn't have cared if it had being years ago, but now all he wanted was their trust. Kinda creepy.

And then there was that Weasley's ear. It was neatly bandaged by Mrs. Weasley. But that was not what disturbed the Golden Trio and Draco. Lupin had said that Snape had done it. Why would he do it when he was in their side? Harry and Ron were already feeling doubtful. And Malfoy had a feeling that they were starting to feel doubtful towards him too. They always stopped talking whenever he entered their room. They gave him the silent treatment except during a Quiddich game. Potter was never eager to share information with him or whenever he was around. Malfoy often found Potter and Hermione talking in hushed voices in a corner, probably discussing about him.

"You believe me right? You don't think I betrayed…. right?" Draco asked Hermione the other day.

"Oh, Draco. No! I know you wouldn't do that to me." She said hotly.

He just loved the way she spoke with passion.

Lupin and Kingsley came to where they were. They're faces were grave. And they were looking at Draco.

"We need to have a serious talk, Malfoy." Kingsley said.

Hermione glanced from Kingsley to Lupin. She had talked to Lupin. He had said that he had faith in Draco and that it didn't seem like he had the chance to have contacted the Death Eaters. But Kingsley had a whole different opinion. So did Hagrid and Bill, neither sure about Malfoy.

"Sit, we just need to ask questions." Lupin said.

Draco looked at them suspiciously. He knew pretty well where this was going to go. He sat across Lupin and Kingsley and Hermione sat next to him.

"Where are your parents?" Kingsley asked, getting to the point.

"I-I don't know." Draco said frowning.

"Why are you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you at the weasley's? You were supposed to be at Grimmauld Place but we got an owl from Arthur saying you were here."

"Well, It's not like I wanted to." Draco scowled. "But there were…" He glanced at Hermione. "Change of plans."

"Why?" Lupin asked.

"We—" Hermione started to say quickly.

But Malfoy cut her off. "She asked me to Fleur's wedding." He said smoothly.

Hermione nodded, with a tinge of blush.

"Is that all? Is that why you're here?" Kingsley asked but Lupin waved his hand at it.

"Draco, did you ever, ever contact your parents or your aunt? Or any of the Death Eaters?" He asked.

"No." Draco growled. "I have no interest in contacting them and getting myself murdered."

"He's not one of them anymore." Hermione said firmly. "He's fully keen on helping us. That's why he warned about the plan."

"But that didn't do much good, did it? Dumbledore got killed anyway." Kingsley pointed out.

"That was not his fault." Hermione said fiercely.

"We don't want another mistake like we did with Snape." Kingsley snarled. He hardly became angry but things were starting to get unstable. A war was coming. Even a calm person would get agitated.

"Trusting Snape wasn't a mistake." Draco said before he could stop himself.

Lupin and Kingsley looked at him stonily.

"That's not what he meant!" Hermione cried, incase they thought that Draco approved Dumbledore being killed. "Snape…..snape's still in our side." She confessed.

Kingsley snorted.

"Are you crazy Hermione?" Lupin asked. "He killed Dumbledo—"

"Under his orders." Hermione whispered.

The other two gaped at her.

"Whatever you do, you have to trust Snape. He's still in our side." Hermione said.

"And his reasons are good enough." Draco stated, surprising Hermione. She hadn't known that he knew why Snape was working for the Order.

"What is it? Why would we believe that We—that Dumbledore was right to trust Snape?" Lupin asked slowly.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand." Draco said coldly. "But trust Dumbledore. Even though he's dead."

Draco got up and left the living room.

Hermione often had to speak up for Draco. She hated how people doubted them. She pointed out how Draco couldn't have snitched when he didn't have a mode of communicating and if he had, it meant that he would be in danger since he had bailed from his duty as a Death Eater and now was known as a traitor to Voldemort. Besides notifying them meant that he was putting Hermione in danger. And she declared to the order members that he would never do that. At the end, the Order grudgingly agreed to her reasons.

Things had being hectic in the burrow. Getting ready for the Wedding, preparing the house for Mr. and Mrs. Delacour's arrival and also making arrangement for the upcoming mission had all being crammed in to Hermione's to-do list. She had a feeling that soon the time would come that they'd have to leave without a warning. She packed the necessities. She left the invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map to be packed before the wedding day. She hoped she could put all the stuff in to her beaded bag she was planning to take to the wedding. She wanted to be prepared and it wasn't going to hurt to have an emergency pack.

Hermione tossed around on her bed. Ginny was softly snoring in her sleep. But Hermione had trouble sleeping, often thinking of Mad-eye and her parents. About Dumbledore and Snape. About Harry and Ron and of course, Draco. She looked back at the events that happened the past few days. She had told Harry, Ron and Draco about what she had found in the books she had—ahem ahem—borrowed. The Delacours had arrived and Hermione hated the way Fleur's sister had eyed Draco. Then the minister of magic had arrived and given the trio the things Dumbledore had left them. Hermione couldn't help think that there was some kind of connection between those object or some kind of a common objective. And then, the inscription on Harry's snitch had appeared, instantly making Hermione excited in to pouring in to her books to check any reference on "I Open At The Close". But that had being pointless.

Tomorrow was the wedding day. Hermione had brought one of her favorite dresses she owned, a lilac dress, hoping to match it up with one of Ginny's high heels. Hermione never owned any high heels, for she never were comfortable with them. Hermione sighed. Why wasn't she falling asleep?

Suddenly her bed shifted. Hermione gasped and turned her head to see a dark figure in the dark. She grabbed her wand under the pillow.

"Hey." A voice whispered. "It's me." Draco's voice made her lower her wand.

"What are you doing?" Hermione hissed as Draco came and laid himself beside her in her bed.

"You think I fall asleep on the floor?" He asked, his voice muffling against Hermione's hair as he snuggled against her. A shiver ran through her spine. She was aware that he was only wearing his boxers.

"Draco…..You can't…If somebody sees they'll…"

"Aw, c'mon! You're not letting me sleep on the uncomfortable floor, are you?" He asked drowsily wrapping his arms around her. She felt his hard chest against her back. They're feet intertwined. Hermione felt comfortable as he yanked the sheets on him and her.

"Oh, alright. But make sure you wake up early before Ginny does. She'll freak out. And even worse, before Ron and Harry does." Hermione warned, turning to face him.

"Yes, Ma'am." He yawned tucking his head under Hermione's chin.

"Don't try anything." Hermione whispered.

"I won't. Just tell me when you want me to." He said cheekily.

"Draco…"

"Shhhhh. Are you planning to sleep or what?" He asked looking at her. He kissed the corner of her lips in the dark, not exactly getting it where he was planning to. "Good night." He whispered.

Draco hated attending a Weasley event. The place was full of red heads. But the disgusting bit was that he was disguised as a red head too. He had to take a polyjuice potion to refrain from being identified as a Death Eater or a Son of a Death Eater. Now he had gotten an inch shorter and had red curls of hair, a freckled face and brown eyes. Gross. Even worse he was supposed to be the twin of Potter's disguise, because they had to take the same potion. This was torture. Malfoy hated his name too. "Cousin Bert", while Potter was "Cousin Barny", the twin cousins of the Weasel.

"Don't think of going anywhere." Harry warned.

Malfoy snorted. He looked around the place. He had to admit, the place did look good. There was a merry music playing from the orchestra nearby.

"Where's Hermione?" He asked.

"Probably helping Ginny." Harry said before he went to help a middle aged couple who had just arrived. Malfoy followed him, his pockets tucked inside the pockets of his slick robes. Malfoy, with his red hair combed different from Potters geeky look and his air of self-esteem as he walked past, earned a few approving glances from the young girls at the wedding. He ignored the looks, busy feeling sorry for himself to be at the wedding.

After running in to Loony Lovegood and her father and some cranky old woman who was with Weasley and showing a dozen more people to their seats, Malfoy was glad that the escorting of the guests was over. He followed Potter to the main entrance. Soon Weasley joined in.

"Nightmare, Muriel is." Ron said. He looked from Harry to Malfoy and smirked. "You two just can't stay like twins, can you?" he asked noticing the different way they had groomed themselves.

Both of them scowled identically and Ron guffawed.

"Well, I don't blame you." A voice came behind Harry, patting him on the back. It was George. Fred was right behind him. "Now you know what it's like to have a twin."

"When is this starting?" Malfoy asked, annoyed.

"After one or two hours." Fred said with a smirk.

Malfoy shot Fred a glare. "Are there more guests? Why am I not surprised?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.

"This place is over flowing with Weasleys." Malfoy smirked. "You guys breed like gnomes." he quoted Aunt Muriel.

"At least we won't be dying out like you, Malfoy." Ron hissed. Then he noticed Hermione hurrying over to them. "Wow, you look great!" He exclaimed as he stared at Hermione.

Malfoy's face was still twisted in to a scowl when he looked at the girl who had just arrived. Her hair was silky and shiny as it cascaded around her shoulders. Her floaty looking Lilac dress matched her heels as she clutched a beaded bag. Her face was very familiar.

"Always in the tone of surprise." Hermione's voice came from her. Malfoy gaped at her.

"Hermione?" he asked frowning.

Hermione giggled. "Hello, there stranger."

"Looking good, Hermione." Fred complimented.

"Thanks. Your aunt Muriel didn't seem to think so. She said I had bad posture. And oh, that I had skinny ankles." She grinned good-naturally.

"Don't mind her. She's rude to every one." George said.

"You look Vunderful." A deep voice came from behind the group. Malfoy whipped his head around to see a familiar dark muscular figure.

"Viktor!" Hermione squealed, dropping her small bag with a THUD. She flushed as she picked it up. Malfoy and Ron scowled. "It's so nice to see you! I didn't know—"

"How come you're here?" Ron asked.

"Fleur invited me." He said, his eyebrow raising. Then he turned his gaze back to Hermione and Malfoy hated how he was watching her.

Harry quickly offered Krum to show his seat fearing the identical looks on Ron's and Malfoy's face. Malfoy watched them leave with a glare and positioned himself close to Hermione's side. She looked at him with amusement.

"I think we'd better take our seats." Fred said and George nodded. The others agreed and made their way.

Draco sat next to Hermione as he stifled a yawn. The whole procession came slowly. Draco watched the bride, her beauty glowing, as she made her way to the groom. Then the little man in front of them started to drawl. Draco rubbed his eyes. This was going to be a long, long day. If it wasn't for Hermione's expression on her face, he would have got up and left. He watched her face, bright, her eyes shining as she watched beaming. Merlin, she was almost crying. He gently took her small hand in to his. She looked at him and smiled. He replied with a gentle smirk.

When the vows were finally over, the group made their way to find a table. They were left with the one which Luna sat alone.

"Hey, Luna." Ron said with a grin. "Mind if we join?"

"Oh, yes." She nodded, rather too enthusiastically.

The music suddenly changed. It was the dance for the newly weds. The bride and the groom gracefully came to the dance floor, followed by their parents.

"Oooh, I do like the music." Luna gushed as she got up and went to dance. Malfoy couldn't help snort, receiving a glare from the Golden trio. Then to his disappointment Krum took Loony's seat. The Quiddich star was scowling.

"Who is that man in yellow?" he asked.

"That's Xenophillius Lovegood." Hermione said promptly. Krum looked at her and his features softened. He had to admit that it was nice seeing her again, the girl who didn't care for his fortune or fame, but just for him. Well, no wonder she was Harry Potter's friend. Krum had deeply missed her even though they had kept in touch.

Meanwhile Draco watched Krum like a hippogriff eyeing its enemy. He remembered the Yule Ball too well. How Hermione had looked absolutely gorgeous—even though when he didn't want to admit it then—but unfortunately with the lug head Krum, whom Draco had admired. He remembered vaguely, watching them dance and he couldn't help feeling that Viktor was about to ask for a dance right now. He saw Krum open his mouth.

"Hermione." Draco said quickly. "Wanna dance?" He cocked his eyebrow.

Hermione grinned. "Why not?" She got up as she took Draco's hand. He led her to the dance floor, in the deepest of the crowd to conceal her from greedy eyes. She was too precious, too beautiful and too his. He drew her close, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They danced in silence, both in separate thoughts. Draco twirled Hermione, watching her hair swing around gracefully.

"You know, I miss your hair." Draco said.

"Was it a bad idea?" Hermione asked, with a worried look.

"If I were to be honest…..yes." Draco said, watching Hermione's eyes cast downwards. He drew out his wand and waved it over her head. Slowly her hair gently puffed up and curled. "There, that's my beautiful girl." He murmured.

Hermione couldn't help smile. At first she had being worried since Draco had said nothing about how she had looked. But now she knew what he thought. He loved her the way she was.

They didn't know how long they danced, or how much they danced until Hermione couldn't bare the pain in her feet. She winced as some drunk man stepped on her toes.

"Draco, I think I need to sit. These darn shoes…" Hermione muttered. Draco nodded. He snaked his arm around her waist and he made his way out of the crowd, passing Ginny dancing with George and a pretty Veela cousin and Ron dancing with a slightly deranged Luna. He spotted his look alike a few tables away and went over there. Hermione collapsed down on her chair and took a long gulp of butterbeer from a nearby waiters tray. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You took some time." He mused.

"Why wouldn't I?" She asked winking at Draco. He winked back.

"Hermione, I just found out... about Gregorovitch (Okay, I am not really sure about the spellings. Sorry). You know, the one I ….uh, dreamt?"

Draco instantly paid attention to Potter. He usually didn't think of anything about scar head's abilities like talking to snakes or his uncanny ways of "knowing" stuff. But this one, the one about Potter having visions or dreams about him being the Dark Lord fascinated him. And Draco had kept up with the insane bespectacled blokes crazy illusions and he knew pretty well about the Gregorovitch vision.

"What about him? Is it that Quiddich player?" Malfoy asked.

For once Harry didn't sneer at Malfoy and talked to him properly. He shook his head. "No, he's a wandmaker."

"Damn it. Of course." Draco realized. "He made Krums wand. I forgot."

"He's apparently abroad."

Suddenly there was flash of light. The three of them looked around as the music and the chatter subsided. A silver patronus appeared. A voice broke through them. "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

It was as if some one had disturbed an ant hill or a beehive. Guests suddenly got up, panicked and apparated away. Hermione and Harry stood up and drew their wands out. Draco followed. Suddenly there was a shriek. It was chaos but it grew worse as spells started to shoot everywhere. The Death Eaters had arrived. Draco couldn't help gulp.

"Ron! Where's Ron?" Hermione cried frantically as Draco grabbed her hand.

"He must be somewhere there." Harry said. A spell flew past him, almost hitting him. Harry stumbled on a chair. "Hermione! I think the potion is running out! I need my glasses."

Hermione rummaged through her bag and tossed the glasses at him. She pointed her wand and casted a shielding charm between a nearby couple who had their backs to a Death Eater. He looked at her and snarled but was hit by a body bind curse shot by someone else.

"Come on!" Draco roared. He felt his trousers shorten as he grew taller and he felt his hair grow. Hermione ignored him and her fingers slipped away from his as she dived in to the chaos. Draco was about to go after her when he was blocked by a Death Eater.

"Draco." The familiar voice of one of the death eaters he knew came out of the smirking lips.

.

Hermione looked around as she made through the crowd alone. Spells were whizzing past her. "Ron! RON!" She cried. Suddenly someone grabbed her hand.

"Hermione." Ron gasped.

"Oh there you are! Let's go!" She said. She looked around. Now there was no sign of Harry and Draco. Beside her Ron stunned a Death Eater.

"Where's Harry?" Ron yelled above the din.

"I lost him and –Oh there he is!" Hermione said as she saw Harry shoot a spell at someone near Ginny. "Harry, we need to go." Hermione said grabbing his hand with her free one. "Where's Draco!" She asked with irritation. She looked around but her gaze froze when she saw him a few feet away. Her face grew pale. He stood there,a blank expression on his face.

His wand drawn out and pointed straight at them.

Thoughts? Please review! Thanks for reading!

(I just LOVE Lion King II. It's like a Dramione story XD)