A/N: Hello! I hope you've missed me. ;) So anyway... after this chapter, I'll be going on hiatus with the story, since inspiration is running out, and I need some to regain it. I'm also going to put up a new fanfic very soon after this chapter, also Dramione, but it's not exactly the central pairing. Hehe... in this chapter, D.E.'s identity is going to be revealed. So... read.

[Hermione]
"Wake up!"

D.E (Even though I know who he is, I'm still going to call him that) shook me like a leaf and I woke up rather reluctantly. Rubbing my eyes, I kept blinking until I could see, then I put out my arm (because I still thought I was dreaming) so D.E. can pull me off the bed.

"You look ill today," he muttered, digging into his pocket. "Here. Have a couple of Muggle biscuits. They're called Hob Nobs, or something like that. And here's a carton of chocolate milk. They don't have much at the corner shop. And how on earth do Muggles survive without Butterbeer?"

"I don't like milk," I frowned, but I took the carton and started drinking anyway, nourishing myself as much as I could. I had to, or I'll die. "Thanks anyway."

"No problem," he grinned.

When I had finished eating, he then tied me to the chair with some smooth rope and to make sure I looked extra messy, so I asked him to ruffle my hair and make me look dirty. He did it, and he did a good job of doing it too so I looked like I just stepped into the sewers.

It has been about three days since Day One. For the last seventy-two hours, I was stuck in this cottage being either interrogated by Death Eaters or trying to sleep on the bed. Or more accurately, the sad excuse of a bed, as Ginny would say. It had a wooden plank as the head, an old, broken mattress (which was probably full of dust mites and bed bugs, I warn you!) and two old pillows. I performed some cleaning charms on them but they simply wouldn't work! Thankfully, D.E often gave me simple snacks since he didn't have much money on him, but those simple snacks were enough to help me survive this piece of hell.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," I yawned. "I'm just tired."

D.E. laughed, "The life of a Death Eater is not easy."

"I agree."

A couple of minutes later, some Death Eaters came on the scene. There were three in masks, one of them was Snape, and the other two were...

Draco and Ginny?

After that, a flashing light appeared behind them. Lord Voldemort was smirking, with his scary, noseless face. I was absolutely terrified and my face clearly showed it.

"Well, well, well," he smiled, and a really scary one at that. "If it isn't the most annoying Mudblood in the world."

Everybody laughed at me except for Snape, Draco and Ginny (The latter two laughed, but albeit rather reluctantly). And D.E.

"You are a disgrace to the wizarding population!" he yelled, and everyone was cheering behind him. "You do not deserve to be here at all! Everybody hates you! Look, your little friends hate you much for being such an insufferable Know-it-all Mudblood they are here taunting you too! Even the little Weaselette, the blood traitor."

I stared at Draco and Ginny, who were chanting as well, but Draco caught me looking at him and he winked at me. I felt myself blushing.

"What is this? Are you scared, Mudblood?"

"I'm not scared!" I yelled, trying to look fierce.

"What a feeble attempt of showing it," he laughed. "I must go. You're not worth my time. You're just a nasty little piece of trash to me. Malfoy, Weasley, take care of this Mudblood. And don't be afraid to hit her with as many Cruciatus Curses as possible."

He then Disapparated with all the other Death Eaters except for Draco, D.E and Ginny. When they have all gone, D.E untied me as quickly as he could and he pointed his wand at Draco and Ginny.

"The two of you should be ashamed of yourselves!" D.E yelled, holding me close to him. "How could you do this to your friend? You betraying, untrustworthy, lying little - "

"What the hell?" Draco whispered, trying to protect himself and Ginny. "Look, whoever you are, please calm down. We're only pretending, Hermione. I mean, look! We haven't got the Dark Mark on our wrists yet!"

"We only did this to save you!" Ginny protested.

They both flashed their wrists at me. All I could see was their pale, white flesh, and no snake or black rose in sight. D.E. put his wand down, so he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Well, that was a stupid plan," he muttered.

"Maybe you're right D.E.," I yelled at them. "Honestly Draco, why does it have to involve pretending to be Death Eaters for crying out loud? Can't you two think of something else?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "It's the only way we're ever going to get to you. And since Ginny and I are both purebloods, they'll believe us when we say we're going to kill you because of your blood purity. But the truth is, we both love you, no matter what."

Ginny smirked, "Any other way is too risky. And plus, what's a better way of infiltrating and planning the downfall of the Death Eaters than from the inside?"

I smiled,"You do have a point there, Gin."

"But it was my idea!" Draco yelped, and we leaped into each other's arms as Ginny and D.E. started laughing.

"I miss you," I whispered.

"I miss you too," he replied, and we hugged each other tighter, not bothering to let each other go. I then stared into his pale, silver eyes and we started sharing passionate kisses in the middle of the house.

Ginny and D.E cleared their throats.

"Eww," Ginny smiled. Draco shot her a glare, but she only laughed.

"Aren't you people going to ask me who I am?" D.E asked, feeling left out. "I mean, I'm the only one with a mask on."

Draco then asked politely, "Well then, if you are so concerned with us trying to figure out who you are, then may I ask, who are you?"

D.E nodded in glee, obviously happy to be back in the game. He then gently took off his mask, and when he did, he left Draco and Ginny to stare at him, shocked and in utter disbelief.

"Uncle Sirius?"