I am going to start dedicating my chapters! This chapter is dedicated to my great friend GinnyPotter4life for encouraging me! See you at the end!

Hermione's POV:

I was exhausted. I flopped down on my bed. And just as I was about to find sleep, I remembered.

FLASHBACK (2 HOURS AGO):
Hermione's POV:

I walked down the empty corridors, furious. I gripped my books tightly in my hands, and I hoped to find peace in the common room. I heard other footsteps, but payed no mind to them.

"Mudblood, why are you out so late?" A familiar face mocked. I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

"Beat it, Malfoy," I replied sharply. He looked taken aback by my response.

"Say, Granger, I need a favor." He whispered so no one else could hear him. I raised an eyebrow in response.

"A favor? Draco Malfoy, asking me for a favor?" I said smugly. Draco looked at me in disgust, but continued.

"Mudblood, that Bumblebee Dumbledore said some nice things about you. Things I wouldn't care to admit. But honestly, you are stubborn." he teased. I scowled, but relished in the fact that a wizard like Dumbledore had complimented me.

"Get to the point," I finished simply. He held up his hands in defense, but smirked while doing so.

"Mudblood, Bumblebee said you need to help me." Malfoy lowered his face in shame, as if it was a disgrace for him even to say it. After a few moments, I turned to look back at him.

"Malfoy, what on earth would you need my help with?" I gasped. He smirked at me mischievously. How much does this guy do that...

"You don't get it, do you Mudblood?" he questioned me with ease. My mouth formed in an 'O' and I gave him a look of fury. "Clearly."

"Malfoy, would you care to tell me what is going on?" I finally replied. "And if it is from Dumbledore, it must be important." He laughed in my face when I said this, but his demeanor was immediately replaced by a serious one.

"Granger," he mumbled quietly. "I was given a...task...by the...Death Eaters..." Upon seeing my horrified expression, he continued, "Snape was originally supposed to help me...but he sort of...chickened out..." Here Malfoy was, pleading for my help...well, sort of...

"Can't you do it on your own?" I desperately asked and tried to find a loophole to the situation.

"Scared, Granger?" Malfoy sneered with delight.

"You wish," I meekly snapped back after a few moments of hesitation. He noticed how I hesitated, and took the opportunity to, once again, smirk. "Malfoy...w...what...must you do?" His expression hardened and he looked troubled.

"Well, Granger, you will have to meet me somewhere. Somewhere I am sure you are familiar with...the Room of Requirement." I simply gaped a him, unsure of how he knew. "The Death Eaters are powerful," he finished wistfully. I held back my urge to laugh directly in his face.

"Alright then, when?" I shakily asked.

"Well, now..." Malfoy drifted off. I just nodded, and we hurried off to the Room of Requirement before anyone could see us.

Little did I know that he was actually a Death Eater.

Draco's POV:

Once we arrived in front of the large door, Granger stopped abruptly in front of it, as if it startled her.

"Scared?" I pridefully stated. She nervously shook her head in dismay. I didn't say anything else, I just pushed open the door briskly. "Come on, then." She hurried in after me, and I slammed the door shut. "Granger, follow me." She was silently browsing the shelves of odd things, occasionally stopping when she found something particularly interesting. I smiled mildly at the sight of her keen interest. I soon stopped myself before she saw me. "Over here." She looked up at me expectantly.

"Just watch for a minute," I grunted and stepped further into the masses of junk to get to the cabinet. I threw the huge knit blanket off of the cabinet and cautiously opened the door. I pulled out the apple I had stored in the pocket of my Slytherin robes, and gingerly set it inside the cabinet. I shut the door quietly and waited for a little while. Granger was humming a light tune that sounded suspiciously like a Muggle song. I paid no mind to it, and turned my attention back to the cabinet. I slowly creaked open the door once more. The apple had returned, but it was half eaten.

In that moment, I instantly regretted actually having Granger help me. She screamed. It wasn't just your run-of-the-mill scream, it was horrific.

"Malfoy!" she screamed with rage. Her eyes looked like huge fire pits waiting to attack me. "Do you know what magic this uses?" I shook my head honestly, though I had an idea. "Dark magic!" Granger squealed in my ear. I jumped back, then faced the cabinet again hastily.

"Well, guess I figured that out," I jeered. She glared at me but went up and brushed the side of the cabinet.

"It's old, Malfoy. Old magic. There are two, there must be," she contemplated.

"Took you long enough," I said finally. "Borgin and Burke's."

"What on earth?"
"That's where the other one is Granger." I finished boldly. "Now, you may need to sit down for this part." Surprisingly, Granger obediently sat on a wooden crate.
"These Death Eaters-they want to impress the Dark Lord and help him come back to power, whether by force or fear, or even neither. They are awful, but listen. Dumbledore shockingly knows about everything, and well, I consented to let him help me. To help me complete my task." She looked stunned at first, but her shock soon faded into pure anger.

"Oh, so you let Dumbledore help you?! Ha!" Granger infuriated, causing me to step cautiously away from her and towards the seemingly empty lines of boxes. I was dead wrong. Out plopped the same pixies that Granger had defeated in our second year. They seemed quite pitiful now, and I whipped out my wand to finish them off. I was surprised to see that Granger hadn't completely chickened out, after all. But honestly, she should use other spells.

"Immobulus!" she chanted. The pixies were soon stopped to slow motion in midair, and I casually grinned, causing Granger to look extremely proud.

"Not bad," I admitted. "Now let's get these back in the boxes."

"Well, you caused the mess. Alright, Malfoy."

"Devilish little things," I muttered, then started to box the creatures. Granger sat there and watched me pleasantly, as if she enjoyed the fact that I had to do it. Well, she probably did.

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Ginny's POV:

"Mione!" I howled in Hermione's ear. She'd been in a daze, and she kept murmuring about some task. I jolted her awake and pulled her up beside me. "Hermione Granger, are you alright?" I asked seriously, for oijnce in my life.

"Y...yeah..." she snorted. "Ginny?"
"What is it?" I responded.
"Have you ever had...like a flashback?"

"Mione, are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. I sort of saw what happened a couple of hours ago to me."
"Mione, what did you see?" I asked curiously.

"Stuff..." she told me quietly, trying to evade all questions. She faked a yawn. "I'm going to bed."

"Alright," I stated.

Leave her be...

Eventually, my sleepiness got the best of me, and I drifted off.

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Hey again! This was a major Dramione chapter for the book, hope you enjoyed it! I used three points of view...whose POV should I use next? I'm thinking about Luna or Neville...

~HermioneMalfoy1234