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Hermione apparated in the patch of bushes that stood about a block away from the Order's headquarters. About a minute later, she began to change back into her own body. After the uncomfortable but relieving transformation, she began walking briskly towards Headquarters.

Fuming, she stormed in through the door, slamming it behind her, not even caring that she had woken up the portraits, which were now screaming at her furiously. She whipped a hex in their general direction and stomped into the kitchen, to find Draco sitting next to Dumbledore, watching her worriedly. Draco had never seen her this mad. Ever.

"That was about the most pointless load of crap ever! Draco could've gone and gotten the same exact information that I did! But, instead, we both went, and watching that stupid pig torture him, I almost tried to hex him! I almost tried to hex Voldemort!"

She glared at both of them as if her nearly hexing Voldemort had been entirely their fault, before yanking out a seat and plopping down in it. As she sat down and began to calm down a little, her fury dissolved into concern. She cleared her throat sheepishly.

"What are we going to do?" She voiced the silent question that they all had been asking themselves.

Draco was very impressed. Being irrational and thoughtless in her rage would've been a lot easier to do, but as annoyed as she was at being plotted against without knowing, she had calmed herself down enough to devise a plan. The last time he had seen her anywhere close to this mad was in their 3rd year at Hogwarts when she had almost decked him senseless.

"I know that hiding is not in your nature, but at the turn of events, I feel that it is absolutely necessary for you to conceal yourself from Voldemort and his followers," Dumbledore watched her expression for a minute, and knowing what was coming out of her mouth next, he added, "I know that your work is very important to you, but you must do this. It is imperative to our operations that you do. If I know Tom like I think I do, hiding will indeed be difficult - but also absolutely necessary. I will arrange it with the Ministry so that you get as much time as needed off."

Hermione was on the verge of tears, but she fought them back and nodded dully, "where will I stay?"

"I think that here is the safest place, as he does not know for sure that it even exists," with that, Dumbledore nodded gravely at the the two of them and left the building.

Draco, who had been silent up until now, stood up. He had been watching Hermione concerned expression.

"C'mon, Hermione, I'll go with you, and we'll get some of your stuff, okay?"

She shrugged absently, but rose and followed him to the fireplace.

"I'll go first to see if the coast is clear, if its not, I'll send red sparks back. If it is, then I'll send green, okay?"

Again, she nodded somewhat mechanically.

Sighing, he grabbed a handful of the grainy powder from the pot by the hearth and walked into the fireplace, throwing the Floo Powder to the ground and muttering the destination, he disappeared.

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After waiting for a couple of minutes, green sparks appeared before Hermione, and she followed him.

Choking, Hermione emerged from the emerald flames to find a wary Draco poking around her living room curiously.

"Nice place," he commented lightly.

"Thanks," she managed a weak smile.

Suddenly, a glowing red stunning spell shot through one of the windows and hit Draco squarely in the chest. Hermione quickly whipped her wand out before instinctively catching Draco's limp form and placing him gently on the floor. As soon as she looked up, in the blink of an eye, five dark cloaked Death Eaters surrounded her.

"Well, well, well… what have we here? It looks like my brainless idiot of a son was a mudblood-loving traitor after all," Lucius Malfoy snarled through a mask.

Hermione gasped as she recognized the voice of Draco's cruel father, who was one of the few people in the world that she truly hated.

She began throwing hexes and curses in every direction as she tried to grab Draco and apparate, but there were too many of them. She had hit a few with her wild and desparate curses, but there were still far too many for her to take on alone.

She was quickly stunned, and both her and Draco were rushed away from the area; no doubt Dumbledore would realize that they were missing soon, and Ministry officials and Order members alike would be swarming the house.

When Draco was young and still living at Malfoy Manor, Lucius had beaten him constantly, and wounded both his body and mind, making Draco believe that he was the scum of the earth, and the only way to move up on the list was to inflict pain and suffering upon others, particularly, muggle-borns and muggles.

But it had been Hermione who had made him see the truth, the light.

It had been her all along who had believed in him when no one else had, helping him find the goodness inside of him.

It was her who had saved Draco from himself. She had made his hellhole of a life worth living.

She was his light.

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Hermione woke to her head throbbing unbearably. Opening her eyes, she struggled to focus her eyes as stars swirled around before her eyes. She gathered up as much energy as she could possibly muster, and tried to sit up. Immediately, a sharp pain shot through her head, and she gasped as darkness engulfed her mind again.

Draco awoke shivering from the chilly air. His eyes flew open once he realized that he was not at home in his cozy bed.

It seemed that he was in some sort of prison, in the darkness he could just make out the outline of a large, heavy door at the far wall.

There were no windows.

Hearing a groan somewhere to the left of him, he could just make out the dim form of a person.

Hermione!

His mind flooded with panic, suddenly remembering what had happened back her house the night before. Or was it last night? It was impossible to tell from the gloomy cell. Was she okay? How had they gotten here? Where were they?

Questions filled his mind, but no answers.

He quickly crawled over to her limp form, cradling her head in his lap.

"Hermione!"

She grunted, her eyes fluttering open briefly, then she winced, closing them once again.

He brushed a few stray curls from her forehead, and watched her worriedly.

"I'm okay, " she whispered as though it hurt just to speak.

"Its your head, isn't it? Did they hit you with something?" She could hear the anger start to seep into his voice.

"I don't know," she hissed, her eyes still closed.

She heard a low growl of frustration escape from his throat, and his breathing increased. "Its all my fault," he spat furiously.

"No, no, its not. Don't talk like that!" Hermione rasped, trying to calm him down.

A stream of very colorful language flew from Draco's mouth, making Hermione's eyes fly open in surprise, as yet another jet of pain shot through her head.

"Ahhhh… just shut up, Draco, okay? Its not your fault, and even if it was, it doesn't even matter!" Her anger made her head pound even more painfully.

Draco sighed in defeat, "where do you think we are?"

Hermione exhaled, trying to keep her mind off of the pain. "I wish I knew… wait, no, I wish Dumbledore knew. Maybe he does. I just hope someone on our side finds out… I won't let them do anything to you," her voice now sounded stronger.

He smiled down at her calmed face. She was fighting for him even now. He knew that her head must hurt like hell, but she had pushed the pain back, and was already talking about beating Death Eaters up if they came for him… this was what he loved most about her – her spirit.

Her spirit that would and could not be beaten or put down.

She would keep on fighting. And he would stay by her side.

Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps outside their cell door. A grating sound told him a key was being inserted into the lock. It was the test of a lifetime, and they both had to stand strong and fight.

Authors' Note: Thanks to SleepEnBeauty and Mrs. Alan M - my loyal readers :)