The kitchen table was perfectly set with three cups of coffee; a plate full of soft, homemade buttermilk pancakes; and a small serving of strawberries. It looked like an appetizing breakfast photo out of a cooking catalog. It was crazy how something so peaceful could be found in a place so deadly.

Hermione walked over to the meal she had set up and placed a tiny bowl of chocolate-hazelnut spread beside the strawberries. She decided that something sweet may lighten up Harry's mood considering the fact that he was always grumpy in the mornings. The witch made a mental note to ask him about it before the Boy-Who-Lived, himself, popped into the kitchen.

"Morning," Harry greeting monotonously. "I hope Malfoy is ready for his confirmation, I am utterly ticked off this morning." He didn't even stop for a breath.

"I went on a small search with Dean, Terry, and a couple aurors in Diagon Alley. My polyjuice was wearing off quicker than normally and the whole plan was messed up! I was almost caught, Hermione! Stupid Dean! He didn't brew the potion long enough and it was so fast, I panicked…Everything was-

"Harry," Hermione laid a hand on his shoulder "calm down. You're here now, right? And you're alive." She handed him his warm cup of coffee and watched the reflexes on his face soothe as he swallowed down a huge sip.

Harry let out a soft sigh and smiled at her. "Thanks," he nodded "sorry about that. I just- I just lost it is all."

His best friend grinned in consideration and seated herself at the table with him. She pulled out a folded piece of parchment from her pocket, enlarging and straightening it with her wand, before handing it to Harry.

"I wrote the questions last night when I couldn't sleep." She said sadly, remembering the reason why she was wide awake last night. Stupid Terry. "You think they're alright?" she asked, wanting to hear his opinion on her questions.

The wizard beside her glanced around on the paper and beamed in approval. "Perfect," he commented and looked up at her as if he suddenly lost something. "Where is the douche, anyways?"

The bathroom reeked of sex and desperation when Draco entered the blithering shower. The water was freezing to the bone. Fortunately, he was used to the cold and was not bothered much by it. The pressured drops of water stung his bruises but he guessed they would heal sooner then. He could not repress the groan that escaped his lips as he slowly melted through the warmth. Merlin, it felt good to finally have a shower.

As soon as he finished, he pulled the ugly, unicorn curtains aside (No doubt, Loony Lovegood's idea) and was struck with the realization that he did not have extra clothes or a towel. Grunting loudly, he cracked open the door to see a pair of nicely folded trousers, a plaid shirt, and a sea green towel. He suspected that the washed-out clothes were Weasley's because they looked awfully uncomfortable and they probably cost two galleons a piece. The ever-so-modest man was debating whether or not to walk out stark naked or degrade himself to wear Weasley's digusting clothes.

"Ugh, just take the clothes," a familiar voice told him.

Draco looked up to meet the dark eyes of Terry Boot. Huh, the prick seems to always be around now. The awkward dark-haired wizard looked worn-out and grimy in muggle attire and he showed a face of repugnance when he realized what Draco was planning to do.

The man continued, "No one wants to see you waltz around here naked, Malfoy. There are girls here."

There was a small spark in Draco's eyes. "Well in that case," he parted the door slightly.

Boot had his want pointed directly at him in an instant and snickered, "I'm serious, Malfoy." He levitated the pile of clothes and tossed them to the blond. "Get dressed, Harry and Hermione need to see you."

Draco growled slightly. He did not need to be told what to do. No one bossed him around like that. But, conscious of the wand in front of him, he decided to follow suit. He hastily slipped on the dark, auburn pants before walking out, shirtless, and then suddenly remembered the moment he encountered last night with Granger and Boot.

He risked a comment, "Oh, how are you and the mudblood virgin…Well, virgin no more I see," Draco looked up and saw the man's eyes become a serious ice.

"What-

"You guys are extremely loud at night." Draco added. "Good thing I wasn't around when you two were doing other things…"

"You slimy git-

The blond slipped on his shirt and towel-dried his hair before tossing it to the ground and continued, "But I also heard she dumped you…said you weren't good in bed-

"YOU KNOW NOTHING!" Light shot out of Boot's wand and Draco was suddenly hit, full-force, on his chest.

He landed squarely onto the floor with a loud thump. The prick looked angry enough to kill. Fuck, he needed his wand. He was so going to kill Granger. His wand was like a drug, he needs it.

"I suggest you keep your sick mouth shut before I make absolute sure you land your arse in Askaban for your whole life!"

Draco had to keep his cool. Although he was intolerably frightened inside, he masked his expression with a vacant stare. "Try me," he dared and got up to leave before Boot got the chance to hex him to hell.

The bloody nerve. Boot was now, second, on his "People to Kill after I Get Out of this Fucking Prison Hole" list. Granger will always be first.

Speaking of Granger, he remembered the questioning he had to attend and headed toward the kitchen.

Great, as soon as I am labeled as an "irrelevant" source, I can leave. I only just became a death eater, I don't know anything, Draco thought hopefully and continued walking.

Draco spotted Saint Potter and Mudblood Granger from afar, chatting comfortably with each other. Potter must have said something funny because Granger laughed like a hyena and smacked him playfully on the shoulder. If he didn't know they were as close as siblings, he would have pegged her for flirting.

That mudblood was such a slut.

"Malfoy," Harry greeted as the blond practically pranced over to the table and took a slice of pancake in his hand before biting off of it with satisfaction. He didn't realize how hungry he was until now. "Sit," Harry commanded.

Malfoy sat down reluctantly and took a sip of the coffee in front of him. It was black and bitter to the bone but that was how he preferred. "Let's get this over with, Potter. I'd like to see daylight later on today."

Potter didn't seem to have heard him or chose to ignore his comment because he continued speaking, "Hermione has written a bunch of questions for you to answer and we'll need to notify the Order before you are set to go. You must answer them honestly or else I'll have to grab some Veritaserum. I don't want to waste some precious potion for you pathetic ferret."

Draco scowled at the man in front of him but nodded reassuringly. He honestly didn't care what they had to say. He just wanted to get out of the stupid fuck hole and leave. A big, comfortable bed was missing him from home and he didn't want to keep it waiting.

"State your name." Granger started quickly.

The blond rolled his eyes. "Draco Malfoy"

"When were you captured by the Order?"

"Yesterday"

"Why?"

"Because you all fucking suck"

Granger shot her head up like lightning and pierced a heavy stare on him. "Malfoy," she breathed through her nose and huffed a mouthful of air and exhaled. She looked like she was trying some kind of technique to restrain from attacking him. "I swear if you don't take this seriously, I won't even send this to the Order and you'll be locked here until the war is over."

"War never ends, Granger." Draco shot back, challenging. He knew he was one of the few logical people that could keep up with her sharp tongue and still reply with the same amount of fire. That was why he never saw Potter or Weasley yell at the witch. She was too infuriating.

"Well then," the bitch replied. "I guess I'll make sure you stay here forever."

The blond scowled at her. She really did know how to get on his nerves. His morning was ruined completely, first, by being smacked in the chest from Boot and, now, by the bitch of a witch named Granger. He had to leave soon. This place was going to make him a lunatic.

The woman wouldn't stop. "What do you know about You-Know-Who's plans?"

"Nothing," Draco answered honestly.

"You're lying." Granger assumed immediately. "You're a death eater, you have to know something."

"I know NOTHING!" Draco exclaimed. "I became a death eater when I was sixteen, okay. All I know is that they want to kill Potter, and if you guys haven't figured that one out yet-

"We got it, Malfoy" Potter interrupted, offended by the assumption of the man.

"Well then," Draco continued. "I have nothing else to say."

Granger had the impudence to roll her eyes at him. That bitch was seriously going to ruin him. No one looks down on him like that. Especially a mudblood.

Still, she didn't hold back. "Where are the headquarters for You-Know-Who's plans?"

"The manor," he answered honestly. Then, he thought of the last meeting he had with the death eaters and the Dark Lord. He will never forget the first time he saw a person die. The Muggle Studies professor's fatal eyes will forever stay in his nightmares. Draco closed his eyes slowly and tried to chase away the horrid memory.

"Yours?" she asked, wondering if it was the great Malfoy's manor.

"No, the oaf- Hagrid's!" he yelled. "Are you all dense or something?"

The wand attached to Potter's hand instantly froze in front of his face. The boy with the hideous glasses growled, "Don't tempt me."

Draco, completely unaffected by Potter's attempt to threaten him, simply rolled his eyes again, "It's not my fault you lot can't seem to get anything right!"

He looked over at Granger, who was scribbling furiously onto the parchment, and Draco questioned what the hell she was writing on there. Probably along the lines of: "Draco Malfoy has an intense amount of temper that he cannot seem to control and I hate his guts." The blond huffed a breath and waited for more questions.

"Have you ever been to the meetings?" she asked instead.

"Yes," he responded.

"How many?"

"One"

"When?"

"Yesterday"

"And what happened?"

There was a grave pause and the whole room was silent. Dear Salazar, this was painful. Recalling a memory as terrible as that one was too difficult for the man to master, so he did the cowardly thing and lied.

"He talked about his plans to kill Scarhead," he said, trying his best to look very seriously, "And stuff involving him bragging about his newfound strength." He looked up to meet their eyes and wondered if they could tell he was lying. Draco wasn't completely skilled in Occlumency and he didn't want Granger rummaging through his head. Hopefully, they would believe him.

It took a while for them to try to figure out his answer so Draco decided to continue, "I wasn't really paying much attention. Nagini watches all the death eaters and kills them if they're 'not loyal' to their master. I was too cautious of the snake than of the Lord's plans."

That seemed to please Potter because he nodded and replied, "Nagini does seem like a bodyguard for You-Know-Who. Hermione, do you think the snake is meaningful to him? Do you think she may be a hor-

Potter erupted shut his mouth. He probably didn't want Draco to know what Nagini may be and Draco honestly didn't care. The dark-haired man turned to Granger for assistance but the bushy-haired girl didn't seem to acknowledge him because she was staring daggers at the blond. What the fuck did she want? Her chocolate eyes were looking intently at his and she slowly took out her wand and said coolly, "I told you not to lie to me, Malfoy."

And before he knew it, he heard her whisper "Legilimens" and was immediately filled with a chilly breeze and cloudy memories.

He saw the Dark Lord seated at the end of the dinner table at the manor with a couple twenty un-masked death eaters. The aura was incredibly dense and distressed. It felt almost like he was being sucked into a black hole and there was no way out.

There was a soft whimper from the corner of the room and he saw her. The Muggle Studies professor was looking frantic and overstressed. It was obvious that she had been hit with too many hexes and curses to save her life. Draco knew, in a second, that she was going to die. And, he couldn't do anything about it. Too much pressure was booming in his head because he couldn't comprehend the thought of seeing someone die in front of him. For that reason, the Slytherin didn't even look at her. He stared pointed away and glanced down at his hands. The sweat from his palms was intoxicating considering the fact that it was beyond arctic in the room.

Another sound then came. It was more sinister and mysterious. The hissing noise came from the other corner of the room and the well-known boa roared from underneath the shadows. The snake sharply attacked the teacher. There were screams of pain and pleading. Then, silence followed.

"Well," the Dark Lord truncated. "That was quite entertaining, wasn't it?"

Draco gulped noticeably.

"You see, I have a problem" the pale creature admitted. "My wand is a counteraction of Harry Potter's and I've discovered that it's almost like…like…a twin. I need a wand that is strong enough to kill. There has been a myth about a wand so powerful that the wizard, who owns it, can beat everything. There has also been word that…that the myth is true. I'll need to contact Ollivanders to find out more information on this of course."

The silence in the room was getting too uncomfortable for any human soul and Draco wondered where the hell the wand would be. It was probably a stupid myth anyways. The Dark Lord was beyond bonkers.

"In the mean time, I want all of you to continue rounding up the mudbloods and acquaintances of Harry Potter. The ministry will be infiltrated soon."

Draco sucked in a breath when the chilly sensation lingered a while before it finally left. It took a while for him to recover from the dreadful memory. After a moment, he was back in reality. That bitch. Now, she was probably going to scream and assault at him for lying.

But the witch surprised him. She looked intensely at him for a while before turning to Harry and said very professionally, "He's going to infiltrate the Ministry. Warn Shaklebolt and the head aurors. Make sure you remind them about the muggleborns. They're in even more danger than I thought," she stopped for a breath and then, "GO, Harry."

And Potter left within a second.

Granger turned to the blond man and completely shocked him again, "Have some strawberries and Nutella- it's chocolate, hazelnut spread- my favorite." She handed him the small bowl of Nutella and gestured her hand to the tiny red fruits.

What was going on?

Draco tried to figure out what she was thinking. After seeing that, it must have been difficult so he faced her and studied her eyes. They looked sad, afraid and…what was that? Pity? Draco Malfoy did not need Hermione Granger to feel sorry for him.

Anger was boiling in his veins and he was infuriated with so many emotions that he pushed aside the offered food and roared,

"I don't need your bloody pity, Granger!"

The witch jumped in surprise and tried to speak, "I wasn't-

"You don't have to feel sorry for me, you little bitch. I have it better than you. My side will win and we will destroy you," he growled. "Don't give me your fucking treats and shit because of pity. I don't need it and I don't need you!"

Granger was up on her feet in an instant. "You may have a lot of things, Malfoy. But you don't have things that matter. You don't have a real family. You don't have real friends. You don't even have a real heart. All you are…is stone- empty, useless, and pathetic in life."

"I have more than you will ever imagine!" He yelled. "I will always be better than you, Granger. My blood, my money, and my name are enough."

She cracked a sneer and said, "Not enough to really live"

"What the hell-

Was this mudblood trying to go all Gryffindor pride on me? That stupid bint. He didn't need anyone or anything to live. He had himself and he was all that mattered.

"You can go now," she released. "I'll send this to the Order soon. Seamus is going to check up on you in five minutes. If I catch you walking around the tent, I will maim you. And, don't bother any of the other people around here. They're going through a tough time, okay?"

"Not like I bloody care" he mumbled and made to leave when he heard it.

There was a popping sound and his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher appeared. Yeah, the werewolf one.

"Hermione!" Lupin called out.

Granger turned around to him and nearly leaped into his arms. "Remus!" she exclaimed; obviously excited to see him. When she noticed the look of terror and frantic in his eyes, she asked "What's wrong?"

"Hermione," Lupin said very slowly. "The Ministry has been infiltrated and the Malfoys have made a search warrant for Draco."

A/N:

Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the long wait. This chapter just took longer than usual & I wanted to make sure it was alright. I hope you guys like it! I can't believe I already have 3 reviews! Thanks so much.

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