Lupin woke up with a groan. His head felt as if were about to split. Had he really had that much to drink? He squeezed his eyes shut trying to remember last night, but he drew a blank. When the pounding sensation in his head became too much he opened his eyes and prepared to get some Hangover Potion. Lupin got extremely tense when he realized he was not in his own home and there was a girl sleeping next to him. He nearly hyperventilated when he recognized the sleeping body as Hermione Granger. What the hell happened last night? He soon found himself slowly slipping out of her grasp and on to the linoleum floor.

"Dammit!" He swore. Lupin was thinking of what to do next. Gradually the events of last night came to him. He was at a bar. Hermione was there. Cy-he did something. And that was all he could get. It didn't help him understand how he ended up sleeping with Hermione nor did it help him plan what to do next. Lupin could only think of two options: leave before she wakes up and hope she forgot everything as well or stay and address the matter. Lupin had never been that brave. He had never been able to confront his friends in school; he had never been able to do so afterwards either. Although he felt horrible for doing so, Lupin laced up his shoes and walked out the door.

"And who exactly are you, lad?" Mrs. Brinker asked in a suspicious tone.

"Oh, I, uh," Lupin stammered.

"Aren't you a little old to be Hermione's new beau, when I was her age I only saw beaus my own age, of course times are a changing. I was telling Margaret, my sweet calico, just the other day that- you haven't seen Margaret have you?" The elderly woman suddenly questioned. Slightly surprised at how fast the old woman could talk he stood silent for a moment until he realized that he was supposed to answer this question.

"No Madame, I'm afraid not." He replied politely, fervently hoping that Hermione had not woken yet.

"That cat always seems to run off, maybe I'll ask that nice man, Lieutenant Botts..."Mrs. Brinker gathered up her knitting and went to find her neighbor. Lupin let out a sigh of relief. He had been thoroughly worried that Hermione would have seen him outside her apartment. Deciding not to waste anymore time, Lupin Apparated to his home in Scotland. Upon arriving at his house he glanced down at his watch and remembered that he had to go to the Order meeting. He grabbed a vial of the Hangover Potion from his kitchen cabinet, downed it, and began walking to the fireplace. Using the Floo Network was always easier in Lupin's mind. He paused wondering if he should bring another vial of the Potion for Hermione, but decided against it reasoning that it would raise the question of "how did you know I had gotten drunk." He shook his head at his own cowardice and grabbed some of the Floo powder on top of the mantel.

"Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London," Lupin clearly enunciated.

Hermione woke up with a start. Her eyes scanned the room, while she dumbly wondered why she felt like she had taken a Bludger to the head. And why am I on the sofa? It was with that one question that everything came into place. He left. He said he wouldn't, but he did. Tears were promptly being to well up in her eyes. She went into her bathroom to grab a tissue when her mirror began belittling her.

"Egads. What did the cat drag in?" They mirror asked coyly, "Of course if the cat really did drag you in I suppose it wouldn't be running from you now." Crap. She had forgotten all about Margaret. Hermione, however, made no attempt at catching the rogue feline, instead opting for sitting in the bathtub trying to think of what she had done wrong. The mirror was right, she looked like hell, but she had made sure she looked nice when she had gone out. Maybe she had scared him away when she joined him. Yes. That was it. He only thought of her as someone he had to look after. She could almost bet that somehow Professor McGonagall had found out what she was doing and asked Lupin to tail her. How could i have been so stupid? He said it was a one-night stand but the alcohol didn't let her understand. She was trying to figure out how McGonagall found out when she realized that she had to be at the Order meeting. Can't things just go right for a change? She looked down at what she was wearing and transfigured the dress she had worn last night into some modest black robes. She looked at the mirror to try and fix herself up a bit when the mirror yelled at her.

"You're already half an hour late and you're not going to look any better without loads of time. OUT!"

Hermione jumped a bit at the mirror's persistence and headed towards the front door, scooping up Margaret as she went.

"Dearie, whatever is the matter?" Mrs. Brinker asked while she took Margaret.

"It's nothing. I'm really late and I should get going." Hermione said trying not to seem too distressed.

"You're in a right state and if it has anything to do with that gentleman I spoke to-"

"I really must go and if you do see him again I give you full permission to do whatever you please." She said in a tired tone and began walking away.

"That scum won't know what's hit him." Mrs. Brinker said in a quiet voice, so only her cat could hear.

When Hermione walked into Headquarters there was a collective air of concern. Several members asked her what had happened; other whispered to the member next to them, Lupin squirmed in his seat. The only two members that had a different reaction were Draco and Snape. After Snape saw what Hermione looked like he returned to eyeing Lupin. He had a hunch that the werewolf had been hiding something ever since he Flooed into Headquarters. Draco sat without looking up.

"Silence." Dumbledore said loudly over the noise, "Hermione is you would take a seat, please and we shall begin." Hermione shuffled to find a seat as far from Lupin as possible. Dumbledore continued, "As I have promised, I am going to tell you what happened that night. As you all know, while we were fighting the Death Eaters outside of Godric's Hollow, Harry had followed Voldemort into the remains of the very room where his parent's parents were murdered over sixteen years ago. This was essential to our plan, as you have realized the sacrifice his mother paid in that room provided a sort of lasting magical protection as long as he remain in the room," Dumbledore paused. "What I failed to foresee was that Voldemort would have Death Eaters hiding in the same room using invisibility cloaks. The prophecy were protected at the ministry foretold that neither Harry nor Voldemort could live while the other survives, however, it said nothing about if an outside person could 'do the job.' This was lucky for Voldemort, but put Harry at a severe disadvantage 3:1. Had it not been for Draco here, the War could have turned out differently."

At these words there was quite a stir and many glances at Draco. The boy who had caused the stir had focused his eyes on a spot on the table and didn't seem to notice the commotion he had caused.

"Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, and Draco were all in the same room with Harry." Dumbledore said before acknowledging McGonagall.

"But why Albus?"

"Voldemort wanted to be surrounded with his most loyal supporters and after the passing of Bellatrix Lestrange, he turned to the two people he knew best, or thought he did. With Harry cornered, Draco turned on his father casting the Avada Kedavra Curse." There were some gasps at this, but Dumbledore would not be stopped, "This gave Harry enough time to cast his own Killing Curse on Voldemort, while Voldemort tried to figure out what was happening. As it can be seen, we owe much gratitude to young Mr. Malfoy; however, I think Draco would appreciate it more if he were to be excused from the table. Am I correct with my assumption?" Dumbledore said with a sad twinkle in his eye.

"Thank you Professor." Draco said as he exited.

Hermione left soon after Dumbledore dismissed them. She didn't want to be near Lupin. He hadn't even acknowledged that she was even there. He just stared off into space- who knew what he was thinking. Not that I care what that thing, that werewolf does. She knew she was being cruel, but Hermione tended to be snappish when she was upset. She hated that she cared about someone who obviously couldn't stand her. Still odd things he had said throughout the years were floating through her mind- "I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know..." "You're the cleverest witch of your age I've ever met, Hermione;" "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" With a sigh she stepped outside Grimmauld place and Apparated back to her flat.

Lupin sat for a moment astonished at what he had heard. He had doubted Draco when he first went to Dumbledore asking for help and he had been so wrong. The poor kid was wiling to kill his own father, evil as he may be, for their cause. He supposed it was similar to what the Order had thought of Snape when he had "killed" Dumbledore. He still didn't understand how Dumbledore and Snape pulled it off. Lupin was lost in his musings when he looked up to see that he and Snape were the only two left in the room. When he looked into Snape's eyes he felt the mild prying into his mind and Lupin tried to look away but found that his body had gone rigid in his seat. Damn you Snape.

"Do watch your language, Lupin, or perhaps thoughts would be a better word," Sanpe drawled. "Had an interesting night did you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Severus, " Lupin said in a voice just a little too high to sound calm.

"Do not lie to me!" Sanpe snapped, "Even if weren't a skilled Legilimens, I could still tell that you are lying. Tell me, this drunken ex-student that you took advantage of did you at least tell her why you couldn't stay with her. Oh, I see not. Too ashamed of that, I see. 'Tis a pity," Snape whispered the next part in a venomous tone, "You actually like the insufferable know-it-all."

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