The party was still going, as I returned to Gryffindor tower. Fred and George were rushing around, playing tricks on first years. Harry and Ron sat by the fire place, involved in a conversation with Ginny.
"Hey, Hermione," Ginny addressed me, "come and sit with us."
Harry and Ron turned around instantly. Harry having a knowing expression on his face, Ron scowling as usual.
"Oh, no thanks. I'd rather go to bed.", I excused myself and rushed towards my dormitory.
Just as I wanted to open the door, a hand grabbed my wrist. Assuming, it was Ron, I whirled around, ready to snap at him. Surprisingly, it was Harry not Ron, whom had taken hold of me.
"You better not mean this!", he hissed, shoving up my shirtsleeve, revealing the Dark Mark.
Hurriedly, I pushed it down again, turned my back on him and jumped up the stairs. He knew. Harry knew. How did he know about the Dark Mark? Angrily, I grabbed the book on my nightstand and threw it at the wall, as hard as I could.
"Hermione?", Ginny whispered and slowly pushed the door open.
"What?", I snapped and whirled around.
After telling Ginny about everything that had happened in my life, from difficult decisions to joining Lord Voldemort, I immediately regretted my honesty.
"You are what? What was on your mind, as you decided to join the Death Eaters?", Ginny choked on the name.
"I'm so sorry," I sobbed, my head in my hands, "at the beginning, I didn't want to join, I was forced to. Nevertheless, Draco won't go through all this on his own. I promised him, to stay with him, whether it was for the good or the bad."
She embraced me tightly and stroke my back. Did she forgive me so easily?
"Hermione," she addressed me carefully, "do you really love him enough, to work against my brother, Harry and me? Did you forget, what the Potters had died for? Do you really want to work for you-know-who?"
I nodded weakly. Instead of backing off, she pulled me even tighter. She cared for me and I was prepared to get rid of her, for Draco. Has it really been a good idea?