Hermione pulled out her phone and through blurred angry eyes typed out a message to Ginny.

My house now, no argument.

Draco was looking at her with wide eyes and she knew her sudden rage had shocked him. Well what did he expected. She had just found out that at least one of her best friends knew where Draco had gone. He had betrayed her and lied to her. 

She had asked him over and over to talk to the ministry, to try and get someone to find out where he had gone but he had thwarted her at every turn. It wasn’t just that he had tried and failed but he had specifically refused to help her and now she knew why and it wasn’t just to protect her, it was to protect himself. 

“Harry knew?” she spat at Draco, her anger being re-directed at the one person who deserved all her apologies. 

“Yes,” Draco said, “he led my case; he was the one I reported to every month.”

“Every month?” Hermione said feeling like the wind had been knocked out of her. 

“Yes… and Ron, and Neville and their boss…” 

“Dean?” Hermione whispered fearfully.

“Dean, no I have never spoken to him.”

“But he’s over there now,” Hermione said. 

“I don’t know, they could have told him but I’m not sure, if I’m not there they might not have felt the need,” Draco said. 

“I have to go,” Hermione said abruptly getting up and dusting herself down. 

“Hermione… I…”

“I have to talk to Ginny, I have to know if she knew…” the thought felt like a stab wound. 

If Ginny had known…she didn’t know what she would do. But Harry and Ron did know and if     Ginny didn’t she would be finding out that her husband and brother both lied to her.  She had to know. 

Draco stood up and grabbed her hand. 

“You only just got here,” he said. 

“I have to think about this,” she said running her other hand through her hair, “it’s … it’s a lot to take in.” 

Hermione pulled her hand away and turned to walk away. 

“Can I see you again?” he asked quickly. 

Hermione turned back, “I don’t know,” she said slowly, “I don’t know if it would be a good idea.” 

“Why?” Draco asked crossing the space between them.

“Because you said you never stopped loving me. That you came back … for me…”

“I did.”

“I have Dean,” she said. 

“I know.” 

Hermione ran her hand through her hair and looked at Draco. 

“I don’t know what you want from me Draco,” she said, her eyes pleading with him to understand. 

He took her hands back in his and kissed the back of one of them causing a tingle to shoot up Hermione’s spine and her knees to go weak. How was it that the softness of his lips still had an effect on her? He shouldn’t have that power over her. 

“I want to get to know you again, that’s all. I am not asking you to leave Dean; if you are happy I am happy,” he said not letting her go. 

“I’m not sure if he would be happy with that,” Hermione said wearily. 

“I just want to find out who this new Hermione is,” Draco repeated, “please.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said pulling her hands away and tucking her hair behind her ears, “I really should go.” 

“If you need to contact me come here,” he said. 

“You’re living here?” Hermione said trying to hide the shock. 

“Sort of,” Draco admitted, “I had to get rid of the flat so people believe I had gone. I’m living in the summer house at the edge of the grounds. I have only just finished doing it up.”

“Then why did you bring me here,” Hermione asked motioning to the hole in the ceiling. 

Draco flushed again; he was doing that a lot, it was very unlike Draco Malfoy and Hermione couldn’t help but feel a little proud that she could get a reaction like that. 

“I just thought it was… you know, more impressive.”

“I like it,” Hermione admitted, “it is kind of gothic.”

“So you will see me,” Draco asked. 

“I said I would think about it,” Hermione said but with a small smile on her face.

Draco nodded and offered to walk Hermione out but she shook her head and leant in to kiss him on the cheek. She took a step back and disapperated turning up in the centre of her kitchen, banging her elbow on the counter as she did. Damn she had miscalculated. Draco had gotten her all wound up.    

There was a loud banging on her door and a girl shouting through the letterbox. Hermione rolled her eyes, brushed down the dust that had seemed to settle on her and walked towards the door. 

“Hermione Granger, you wanted me here so bloody let me in!” 

“Okay, Okay,” Hermione said opening the door and coming face to face with the flaming red-head, “you sound way too much like your brother.”

“What are you doing texting me and then making me wait around for half an hour,” Ginny said stamping her foot and rushing past Hermione into the house. 

Hermione nodded her head and closed the door walking into the kitchen where Ginny was standing glaring at her. She may have sounded like her brother but she most certainly looked more like her mother. It was as though Mrs Weasley was in the room with her. 

Hermione took a deep breath and looked Ginny in the eye. 

“I need you to be completely honest with me,” she said slowly.

“Okay,” Ginny said, “what’s up? Did Draco say anything?”

“How much do you know about Draco’s disappearance?” Hermione asked trying to make is sound less accusing than she figured it would be. 

“Nothing,” Ginny replied shocked, “even less than you do.”

“You promise?” Hermione asked. 

“I promise. Hermione what is going on?”

Hermione sat down at the breakfast bar and let her head fall into her hands. Okay so Ginny didn’t know anything. She had asked her and she had promised. But that meant that Harry had been lying to her too and if she said anything then she would cause problems with them but if she didn’t then she would never forgive him for keeping it from her. Ron she could understand and Neville was just doing his job but Harry… Harry had told Draco to leave her, to make her believe he didn’t love her. How could he have done that to her. 

“Harry Knew,” Hermione said quietly not looking up at her best friend but instead staring at a mark on the table. 

“What?” Ginny asked, “Hermione just tell me what you are going on about.”

Hermione snapped her head up and looked at Ginny, “Harry knew where Draco has been this whole time.”

“I…what…how?” Ginny asked taking a seat and leaning towards Hermione. 

“Draco explained why he left,” Hermione said, “he has been on ministry business, undercover for the aurors in Italy and Harry and Ron knew all along.”

“No,” Ginny snapped, “Harry would never do that to you, he wouldn’t lie like that.”

“He told Draco that he had to tell me that he didn’t love me so that I would move on.” 

“Malfoy must be lying,” Ginny said jumping up, “Harry wouldn’t keep this from you for three years.”

“He isn’t lying Ginny. He has been undercover for three years. He said he came back to see me, he still loves me only he found me with Dean.”

“He is lying!” 

“No Gin!” Hermione said, “please, you have to believe me. He said that Blaise is over there and he is helping them right now. Harry lied to me, he knew all along that Draco didn’t have a choice, he knew all along that Draco was working for the ministry and he knew all along that Draco still loved me.” 

Ginny’s eyes were full of tears. Hermione knew that this wasn’t going to end well, Ginny never cried. She was looking at Hermione as if she had turned into a different person but Hermione knew that deep down, she believed her. 

“It makes sense,” Ginny nodded sitting back down, “he has been to Italy more than once, he always says that I must never tell you because it wouldn’t end well. I think when you mentioned the other week that you thought that was where Draco was I knew.”

“Ginny,” Hermione said putting a hand on her friends arm in comfort, “it is me he had betrayed not you, you don’t need to be mad at him.”

Ginny shook her head and Hermione felt a swell in her chest. 

“No, you are my best friend. I was the one who had to help you when you lost him and that was hard for me too. He should never have kept it from me. When he gets home…” 

“Not long now,” Hermione said glancing over to the calendar on the fridge, “only six more days.” 

“Six more days until he comes home and sleeps in the spare room,” Ginny spat, “oh I am so mad!”

“Can you at least let me do the shouting?” Hermione asked knowing her friends love of a good argument. 

“Of course. I won’t tell him why I’m mad. I’ll just ignore him until he works it out or you tell him.”

“Are you sure that is a good thing?” Hermione asked. 

“Unless you want a Harry Potter whose face looks like it has been corroded the yes, it is a good idea.”

Hermione nodded. She didn’t want a repeat of the time when Harry had made Ginny so angry that the girl had sent such a powerful spell at him Hermione had to take him to St Mungo’s to get it fixed. His Face had drooped so much it had looked like melted wax. Ginny, after being told off by her mother, had said that he shouldn’t have accused her of going to training to get away from him and in fact she had been in the middle of cooking him a nice big dinner to say sorry for how much time they spent apart. Needless to say Harry backed off and was always careful of what he said to her. 

“Does Dean know?” Ginny asked softly. 

“I don’t know,” Hermione shrugged, “Draco seems to think that if they did tell him it would have been while they have been in Italy.”

“At least that’s something,” Ginny said. 

“I don’t think I could cope if Dean knew too. I’m glad you didn’t know,” Hermione said, her voice full of relief. 

“Hermione, you should never have doubted me, if I had known, I would have told you. You know that,” the girl smiled. 

“I know, I just panicked when he told me.”  

“I don’t blame you,” Ginny said, “so anyway, how did it go?” 

Hermione blushed and told Ginny everything that happened. Where he had taken her, what he had said, the fact it felt like a date, where he was living. The girl soaked it up as if it were an article in a magazine but Hermione stomach twisted at the thought. Looking back at it it had felt like a date and though he had said he only wanted to be friends she couldn’t help but feel like he had bad intentions. She told Ginny this and the girl narrowed her eyes. 

“So he said he wants to get to know you again?” 

“Yes,” Hermione said, “is that bad.”

“I think you need to make it very clear that you are with Dean and maybe you should talk it over with Dean first… but if you are sure you don’t want anything with him…”


“Look Hermione you were in love with the guy and the only reason you are with Dean is because he left! I know it sounds stupid but this is the first time you have seen him since and it would be a miracle if you didn’t have any sort of feelings for him. You just need to make sure you know who you want before you do something you regret and hurt one of them in the process.” 

Hermione nodded. Ginny was right. She still had all those feelings for Draco that she had thought she had lost years ago. Seeing him again had made them bubble up to the surface but she disagreed about telling Dean. She knew it was wrong but she needed to figure this out on her own. If she was going to see Draco again she wouldn’t tell anyone because then no one could tell her not to do it. 

It would be like seventh year all over again and the thrill of it sent a tingle up her spine. It was wrong, she knew that but then why did it feel so good? It wasn’t like she was going to cheat on Dean. She was just seeing an old friend… right? 

“Don’t worry Ginny,” Hermione said, “It will be fine, I know I will stay with Dean and I haven’t made up my mind about seeing Draco again anyway.”

She was lying of course.

“Good,” Ginny said, “now I really should go, I have training bright and early at seven tomorrow.”

“They joys.”

“I need it if I want to get into the national team.”

“Surely it can’t be that hard,” Hermione laughed. 

“You would think,” Ginny smiled, “come over tomorrow for dinner, Lexi keeps asking when she is going to see you and mum is worried about you.”

“Well I’m actually meant to be at my mothers,” Hermione said walked towards the door with Ginny.

“Invite them too,” Ginny said, “dad would love it.”

“I can imagine, your mum did say the other day to invite them,” Hermione laughed, “I’ll ask them when I get back. Get your mum to owl me at work with times and stuff.” 

“Will do.”

Hermione opened the door to leave but stopped short when she saw two men in dark muggle clothes walking up the steps. 

“Are you Miss Granger?” one of them asked flashing her the auror department badge. 

Hermione’s stomach twisted and bile rose in her throat, “yes,” she whispered. 

“It’s about your fiancé Dean Thomas.” 

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