A/N: Alright. So it's not after finals... however I couldn't wait any longer thank you Blonde Shadowcat for your review! I believe it was the only review. I know there are people reading! Even if you send me a smiley face or an exclamation mark! it takes five seconds really. :) please review hope you like it! Chapter 8 is gonna be mainly a filler chapter nine is where it gets really juicy and then the fun don't stop! :D

Chapter 7

Intelligence Meetings Of The Other Side

Daylight flooded in through the large windows on the Eastern side of the Library. It was early morning and I found Draco sitting in one of the large armchairs reading a large book. From where I was standing I could just barely make out the title written in cursive on the front of the book: Much Ado About Nothing. I had no idea Draco read Shakespeare. That was a lie, she reprimanded herself. She knew very well about Draco's choice in books and just how much he enjoyed the Muggle playwright.

I watched him extensively. I watched him read, watched his eyes race across the page, watched his emotions play out on his eyes, and the story play out on his face. It was an interesting story, I had read it before, and I knew exactly where he was. His face showed anger, and a hint of sadness. He was either at the part where Don John was planning his trick on Claudio, or where Claudio turned Hero down and accused her of slanderous acts. I really couldn't tell which, those moments were both so alike. Suddenly he closed the book violently and nearly threw it across the room. He was at the part where Claudio falsely accused Hero. He always got so mad at that part.

I stifled a giggle, but he heard me. His head swiveled in my direction and his angry look changed to embarrassment. He walked towards me, his eyes keeping contact with mine the entire time. He gave me that half smile I always used to love about him. But then it turned into that smirk he had seemed to always have plastered on his face. I wanted to turn away in disgust, but he caught up with me before I had a chance to get away. His stormy eyes keeping me in place.

"Hermione." He said looking me in the eyes. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't. His eyes staring into me, seeing everything I had seen. His eyes held sorrow and understanding that I never thought he had for me. Then I remembered that night, days before. I gulped, and looked at him. I pleaded with my eyes, asking him to make me forget everything that had happened. I didn't want to remember what had happened. I wanted to forget those things I had done, more like that had been done to me. I didn't want to have to ask Draco to help me, I didn't want to have to say it out loud. I hoped that he would see the pleading in my eyes, that just by looking as deep as he was he would see the pain and torture I had and the hope that it would be soon removed.

"Draco! The Dark Lord wishes to speak with you. Go now before he sends one of them to find you. Miss Granger, I suggest you go to your room and wait there until Draco himself comes to get you. Do not let anyone else in. Quickly decide on a pass word so that you know it is truly Draco." Mrs. Malfoy said hurriedly from the other library door way. Draco glanced over at the book he had left laying on the couch in the middle of the library and I knew what he meant.

"Knock three times then I'll ask the question. Good luck in there." I whispered to him and kissed him on the cheek for good measure. I ran off through the door where we stood and went the quickest way to my room. I quickly locked the doors and put the usual wards on. I sat in there unsure of what to do, I was slightly worried. The look on Mrs. Malfoy's face hadn't been normal, she looked sad and afraid. Was the Dark Lord close to figuring out what they were really doing with their prisoners while he was away at whatever house he currently stayed at? I sat on my bed and waited for Malfoy to come back. I don't know why, but I was starting to trust him again. After all it has been 4 years since that incident. And he said his friends would have told his father who was still quite loyal to the Dark Lord.

Draco's Point of View

I walked into the small room and saw the Dark Lord sitting in father's chair, and talking with Nott, who looked smug about something. I never liked the Notts, they were always up to something not good. I bowed, waiting for my father or Aunt Bella to alert him to my presence. My father did so without much delay, cutting Nott Sr. off from his current topic and next sentence. The Dark Lord glanced over at me and in my peripheral vision I saw him smile a little. He had a mission for me I just knew it.

"Draco. Good you are here. I have a little problem I need you to fix. What do you know of the new Rebel Force?" The Dark Lord merely whispered but the whole room was silent I would have thought he was talking normal if I didn't know better.

"Not much, my lord. I know that they are growing somewhere in the Middle East? And that they are what is left of the Order, perhaps? I have not heard much more than what the Prophet has announced about them. Why my lord?" I asked bowing my head reverently, just like I'd been taught to do.

"They are getting out of control. They seem to think they can kill my Death Eaters and not be punished for it. There is a member we have some intelligence on. His name is Maroon and he seems to be trying to head the whole organization. I want you to research as much as you can and get as much information. Take as much time as you need, but inform me of when you are ready to apprehend Maroon and take him into custody for questioning. But I do not want any mistakes Draco. Make sure your research is accurate. I want a full plan before you even think about going to apprehend him. You must have approval from your father and myself before you take him. Is that clear Draco?" The Dark Lord asked me, his mind clearly somewhere else. I nodded and bowed at my waist, accepting this mission.

I looked back at the Dark Lord expecting him to give me something else to do as well or give me leave. He looked at me and his expression went from that of disinterest to confusion. "Draco." He merely stated as if there was something wrong with my appearance.

"Yes, my lord?" I asked bowing deeper hoping he would think it a mere trick of light, whatever it was he was discomforted by.

"This will seem an odd thing to ask, but are you going to ask a girl for her hand soon? You have that look about you that purebloods do when they are thinking of marriage and life with the one their parents have deemed appropriate. Have you been seeing girls of good birth without my knowledge?" The Dark Lord asked looking at me through those red eyes that had haunted my dreams. I shook my head.

"No, sir, I have not. Though I have been thinking that I should start looking soon my lord. The good ones will not stay young and fertile forever. I will begin looking immediately after this mission my lord, if it is your wish." I said bowing farther towards the floor. The Dark Lord nodded and dismissed me. I retreated from the room and the moment I was safe out of eye sight, I rolled my eyes. I honestly had no intention of searching for a pure blooded wife. I actually wanted to marry for love not blood. I could care less what she was made of and more of what she was like. I wanted someone who would understand me with just a look, who would know what I was thinking just by watching my face and would understand what I liked to read.

I went straight to the library. It wasn't safe for Hermione to come out of her room until the Dark Lord had left. Today was his last day here, I knew that much at least. I hoped he would leave soon after our meeting, I hoped he had no other business here after that. But I knew that I had to start my research and what better place to start than the library? I grabbed a handful of floo powder and the Atlas from the top shelf. I needed to at least find the general place where they would be before I went off on a mission to kidnap someone. A stack of Daily Prophets was beside me in an instant and I was flipping through them trying to find the information I had been looking for. I knew that I was also going to have to go out and listen in on conversations. No one was going to leak the location in the Daily Prophet. If they were smart of course they would change the location every few days just to make sure.

But who knew how smart this Rebel Force was without Hermione by their side. It was a wonder Potter lasted as long as he did, and how in hell's name did Weasley get away without being caught? I was outraged at the thought of Potter dying while Weasley escaped. He was probably in charge of this new Rebel Force. He probably was Maroon come to think of it. A small smile graced my face at the thought of questioning Weasel and torturing him. But that was only because he had been a jerk to Hermione the last few months. They thought they had evaded being watched and all that, but they didn't know that there was someone who was always there who kept an eye on them at all times. I had been watching them, it had been my mission to watch them and make sure they weren't planning something stupid. The moment I found out they were planning to attack us, I told the Dark Lord only because I had to. He would have killed me the moment they entered the house. He and all his stupid Death Eaters would know that we Malfoy's had a soft spot for them.

I set my mind on the mission at hand, I couldn't get distracted by what was in the past now. I started by setting out a few areas that were habitable and were most likely the location of the new Rebel Force headquarters. I then started by plotting a roster of current members. I started by finding all the people who had been in the Order or affiliated in the Order who had disappeared recently or gone missing from work. And while the Prophet may not have out right said who was missing, the Ministry files would fill in on who hadn't been to work recently and who had been replaced. My work started out easy. I had names of people involved, and probable places. All I needed to do was scout out the actual areas, and make sure I had it down and then get blue prints. This wouldn't take all that long to research. All I needed was confirmation on place and then from there on out it would be a normal mission for me.

I looked at my watch and knew that it was time for me to get Hermione now. Or at least go visit her in her room. I made my way upstairs and was unsure of whether I should tell her about the mission. I had a feeling it wouldn't be a good idea, seeing as these were her friends and allies I was attacking here. I decided that mentioning the mission was out of the question. Would she ever forgive me for doing this? I had to though. She would understand that right? She had to, I just hoped she would.

A/N: Drama drama drama! hmmm i think I'm gonna add a scene before he finds Maroon of their little hideout :) review to let me know. also who do you think should be Maroon? review or its up to me!