Hermione, you failed this time but there will be other times. Death Eaters have lots of meetings. I'll give you another place and date but if you fail this time, do not expect another chance for a while. Two nights from now we will be meeting in Bleeding Ghost Tavern in Nockturn alley, around 1 AM. You will be able to follow us to our hide out if you arrive early enough.

Remember, no failing this time.

Hermione gaped at the note then tucked it into her back pocket, no way was she going to fail this time. With the places that these notes showed up, Hermione was beginning to guess who the writer was. She needed to talk to him.

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Chapter 4-Confronting the Writer

Hermione barely made it through her classes, so distracted was she by what she was going to do that night. McGonagall noticed her lack of attention and wondered if she was still berating herself for her failed mission.

That night, with Harry's invisibility cloak in her bag, Hermione made her way down to the dudgeons. It was time to ask Snape what he was playing at. Why was he giving her these notes? Although they didn't sound like him she had no idea who else it could be. What other Death Eater was risking his or her life to help her or the Order? Probably not a one.

She knocked on his door and waited. "Enter." She walked in slowly and shut the door, she walked forward and stood in front of his desk. She waited again until he looked up at her. He gave her a quizzical look and motioned for her to sit down. And there was a few more minutes of silence.

"Yes, Miss. Granger?"

"Why are you doing this professor?"

"Doing what? May I remind you, you are the one who walked into my office."

"Sending me notes. I mean, it has to be you. There is no other spy and no one else could get into the head quarters, at least not a Death Eater and-"

"Ah, that. I do admit I am leaving the notes for you to find, but I assure you, I am not the writer."

Hermione sat in stunned silence. "Then who?"

"I would know if I could read the notes, but they are charmed so only you can read them."

"But you must've seen the man who gave them to you?"

"No, he leaves them for me to send to you."

"And you trusted that? What if they were hexed!?"

Snape smirked, "I assure you Miss. Granger, I checked. We would not want you hexed, would we?"

Hermione gaped at him for a long moment before she decided to leave. "Well, thanks… I guess." She was opening the door when she realized that last sentence wasn't exactly respectful. Though she hadn't worried about that during this conversation had she? "Good-night sir."

"Good night Miss. Granger."

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Sorry, that was such a short chapter- I really couldn't think of anything else to do. The next one will be longer, promise!