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Chapter 11- Meetings

(Still in author POV.)

Hermione awoke to the tapping noise on her nearby window. Sitting up she quickly hopped out of bed and rushed to the window, throwing it up to allow the barn owl access. It dropped the letter on Hermione's bed and swooped out the window before Hermione could even utter thanks or give him a treat.

Hermione shrugged and went to the bed to grab the letter. Undoing the string around it she read.

'Dear Hermione,

There is spell on this letter so that none but your eyes can read it. It's great to hear you have had a nice summer holiday. I will see what I can do about your friends and their situation. We can meet at the Muggle Park east of the Big Ben at twelve. I will be in the shop off to the right.

A.D.'

"Yes." Hermione screamed, running down the stairs into the kitchen where her parents where sipping on their morning coffee.

"Dumbledore replied. We are meeting him at twelve today. What time is it now?" she asked.

"Oh...Great. It's ten o'clock, darling. Calm down and go take a shower. Then go tell the Malfoys." David smoothed.

"Can't you just send them a note with Shadow?" Hermione asked as though that was the most obvious thing.

"Yes, right. I forgot." Linda said.

With that Hermione ran back up the stairs to get dress for the day. She took a quick shower and threw on the first pair of clean shorts and tank top she could find. She ran the brush through her wet hair, before drying it magically. With all that had happened with Draco's birthday and everything she had forgotten that her own birthday was today. She could now do magic outside of Hogwarts and the Malfoy Manor boundaries. By the time she was done Draco and his family were already at the house.

She greeted Draco with a kiss on the cheek and hugged Narcissa. Linda led the group into the kitchen for breakfast. Everyone had already eaten so it was just Hermione who sat munching on a bowl of cereal. The others talked and drank their tea as they waited.

"I'm done. Is it time to go yet?" Hermione announced, standing up and putting her dirty bowl in the sink.

"Yes, I think so, love." Draco replied, glancing up from his watch.

"Good let's go." David stated.

The six of them grabbed onto each other and disapparated to the park Dumbledore had mentioned. Hermione stumbled and Draco helped to steadying her.

"Thanks, Draco."

As soon as she was steady she took off in the direction of pub. Draco walked along side her with the others following closely behind.

"Are you nervous? What if he can't help you and your family?" Hermione asked Draco.

"A little I guess. I'm sure he can do something for us though, love. There is always a way to get what you want. Especially if you're a Malfoy." he assured her.

Hermione gave him a soft chuckle before opening the door to the pub.

The pub was brightly lit, with pictures of landscapes from all around the world hanging on every inch of space on the walls. Some of them were of rural England and others were of the Sahara Desert. The front of the pub had tables scattered across the floor in a way that made it seem like nobody came here and the shop owner didn't care.

"Curious? I remember when I went there to study the uses of dragon's blood." A voice said, startling the newcomers in the room.

"Professor, where are you?" Hermione asked, her eyes flashed around the room for the older man.

She was thoroughly confused when she couldn't see him.

"Over here, Miss. Granger." Dumbledor answered, revealing himself from where he was hiding.

"What spell did you use to do that? You became a painting on the wall." A curious Hermione asked him.

"I will tell you later, but now I we must discussed the issue on hand. The Malfoys I see. I always thought there was a tad bit something off about Lucius as a Death Eater. Join me." Dumbledore said, gesturing to the booth behind him.

"Let me guess, Miss. Granger. You went to Draco's manor and discovered that you are in fact a Pureblood." Dumbledore said when they had settled in.

"Exactly. How did you know that may I ask Professor?" Hermione inquired.

"I have known you were a Pureblood since you were born. About the other half of your question I know many things and many means of getting it. Those I can't tell you."

"Guess I should have known that." Hermione said.

"Now Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy what is the complete story behind all of this. Please start from the beginning." Dumbledore said addressing Lucius.

Lucius began to once again explain the story that he had told the night before to Linda and David. Dumbledore listened attentively the entire time. Hermione and Draco's eyes never left Dumbledore, watching him, trying to decide if he was thinking. Finally Lucius finished retelling the reasons behind his actions. Dumbledore sat there in silence, deep in thought, before he decided to answer them. All six people watched him with different expressions, some of worry, others of eagerness. Either way they were all giving Dumbledore the stare down.

"I believe you Lucius. Now what to do? I think that all we can do is take you to the Order of the Phoenix. You can join our ranks against Voldemort. I will give you protection." Dumbledore said, drumming his fingers on the table.

"How do you know the protection will work? I risked everything I'm not going to lose them. If we quit Voldemort will just track us down and kill us. Your magic can't honestly protect us from him." Lucius retorted.

"Lucius, you said you would try. Now behave or I will set Cissy on you." Hermione hissed at Lucius.

"Fine."

"As I was saying, I can protect you. You will be living at your sister's old house. Grimmauld Place is the Headquaters of the Order of the Phoenix. There are wards already put up there. Not to mention that Voldemort doesn't know where it is. You will be safe. I can assure you that." Dumbledore told him.

"Say we do go. What are the other members going to think? Surely they won't believe you." Narcissa said.

"They might take a little bit to get adjusted to it, but they will accept you like they except Snape." Dumbledore assured her.

"We have to do this, Lucius. I know you want your pride, but we can't do this to Draco... and Hermione." Narcissa whispered to Lucius.

"If it means that much... I will, darling." Lucius whispered, kissing her quickly.

"Now that that's settled I will have to go tell everyone. They are all staying at Grimmauld Place because school starts next week. Hermione would you mind accompanying me?"

"Yes, Professor. Bye Draco." Hermione answered, grasping Dumbledore's outstretched arm.

With a crack they were gone, leaving the in-shock Malfoy and Grangers to head home and pack.

(Hermione's POV.)

"Hermione! Dumbledore? What are you two doing here?" a confused Molly Weasley asked.

"I have something to tell you and the rest of the gang and so does Professor Dumbledore." I answered her.

By now the rest of the Weasleys were gathering to see what all the compaction was about.

"Bloody hell! When did you get here Hermione?" Fred asked.

A moment later Hermione was being lifted off the floor by the twins.

"Gred, Forge you put me down this instant." I laughed, pounding at their backs half-heartedly.

They did this every time they saw me now. We were almost as close of friends as Harry and Ron, sometimes better. We had been like this ever since I worked at their shop in the summer before sixth year. I had grown a pretty good sense of humour living around them full time. I loved it and I really missed them this summer.

"Ohmygod guys! I missed you so, so, so much." I screeched.

"We missed you too, Mione. But seriously, what are you doing here?" Gorge asked, planting me firmly on the ground.

"It's a long story." I laughed.

"Hermione!"

I turned to see a long haired redhead racing down the steps toward me.

"Gin!" I called back just as excited to see my favourite redhead.

"Did someone yell Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Ron asked.

"Dear brother of mine our lovely Hermione has joined us." Fred said. Bowing while George pretended to blow a trumpet, announcing my arrival.

"Mione!" both boys hollered, running to me just like Ginny had.

I hugged them and the rest of the Weasleys again.

"Can't. . . breath." I choked out.

A chorus of, "Sorry Mione." erupted from all directions.

I stepped away from them, gasping for air, and turned to Dumbledore.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"I was thinking that because there are so many of us you can tell the kids and I'll tell the adults." he answered.

"We aren't kids." Fred and George both protested.

"Shut up you two." I hissed, "That sounds fine. Come on guys."

With that we left Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley in the hallway, making our way to the twins' room as they made their way to the kitchen. We waltzed into the twins' bedroom and found a place to sit. Ron sat by Harry in two armchairs. Ginny sat on George's bed with him. Fred sat on his bed, and I sat perched on the dresser. All eyes turned to me.

"Um...I guess the biggest news is that I'm not a Mudblood. In fact, I'm a Pureblood." I started.

Just as I was expecting an outburst followed my words.

"What the hell!" Ron yelled.

"Are you sure?" Ginny questioned. She and her questions I sighed.

"How do you know that?" said Harry.

"Hell, yes." Fred exclaimed.

"I'd like to see Draco try to call you a Mudblood now. Hah!" George said with a grin.

"Shut up! Or you won't hear the rest of the story.", I shouted, a little nervous at the mention of my boyfriend.

"Fine." they all groaned.

"Okay so at the beginning of summer I met a Pureblood from school in the woods behind my house. He had just been beaten and was really upset, so I comforted him. We became quick friends. One day he wanted me to come to his house and we went, but you have to take a threshold blood test before you can enter. I took it and we were expecting the door to glow brown because I'm a Muggleborn, but it glowed green instead. We went back to my house and asked my parents how I was a Pureblood."

"How are you a Pureblood?" Ginny asked.

"I was getting to that, Gin. Apparently, my parents lost everyone in the First War so they gave up magic and came to live in the Muggle world. They didn't want to complicate thing so they didn't tell me."

"Your family lost everyone like me?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry. I have only one family member left that's not my mum or dad."

"Who?"

"Luna Lovegood. She's my cousin."

"That's great Hermione." Ron said.

"Yeah. She is a little weird a times, but I love her. I can't wait to tell her."

"So is that all? Why wouldn't you just tell mum and the Order?" George pondered.

"Because there is more. I kinda... well, to put it bluntly, I fell in love with this Pureblood." I said sheepishly.

"Hermione, that's great! You have to tell me everything." Ginny gushed.

"Later. And it's not that great. There's a problem. You know how I said he was upset when I meet him in the woods." They all nodded. "Well, he was upset because his dad was beating him."

"That's terrible." Fred said, along with everyone else, but Ron.

"It's not like that anymore. His dad was only protecting him by pretending to beat him in front of Voldemort and being a Death Eater. It was the only way he could stop Voldemort from killing his entire family. He had to do it. Now he wants out of the Death Eater shit so he asked if Dumbledore could help. Dumbledore is putting them in the Order of the Phoenix. They will have to stay here from now on."

"This is all great Hermione, but who is it?" Harry asked.

"Um...mm...You'll see later. They will be here in a little bit." I whispered.

"Guess will just have to wait to see who the lovely dumb shits Purebloods are." Ron said flatly in his I'm-pissed-off-at-the-entire-world-right-now voice, and stormed out of the room.

A moment later there was a loud noise down stairs. We all started to go downstairs when Ron yelled, "What the hell is Malfoy doing here!"

Oh shit!

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