Dramione and the Order of the Phoenix

Hermione knows Draco for four years now and denying her feelings for him is useless. Together, they grow strong but Draco wants to introduce her to his world. Will she stay with him for love or choose her best friends over him? After all friendship is more important and Draco could as well just work her and her friends, right?

**All the people to this book and the places belong to the one and only, lovely J.K.Rowling. I owe my childhood to her.**


30. Good News

Good News


"Are you insane?", I yelled at him.

"I'm sorry.", he whispered.

"Shut up! What made you think it would be a good idea, bringing me to him? You could have at least told me, that I would be meeting Lord Voldemort!", I screamed and he stood up all of a sudden.

"Stop calling him that! You're one of us now.", he shouted and reached out for my arm.

I pulled it back immediately.

"He had found out about you," he groaned, "I had to bring you to him, or he'd think of me as a traitor."

"But, I don't want to help him.", I sighed and tears rolled down my cheeks, "Besides, you still could have prepared me."

"No, they checked my mail, ever since they found out about our relationship.",  he admitted.

The tears still flooding down my cheeks, I hid my face in his chest. The holidays I had thought, to be the most fun and exciting turned out to be the most terrifying and exciting. Instead of spending two weeks with Draco, I would spend two weeks with him, his family, Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort.



Draco was gone, as I woke up. Careful, not to make too much noise, I stood up and took a shower. While I decided, what to wear, Draco entered.

"Good Morning, Mione.", he said, carefully using my nickname.

I nodded towards him and continued, searching through my handbag. At least, I had packed a huge variety of clothes in my bag. Luckily, the extending charm worked quite well. I sighed and pulled out a simple jeans and a white tanktop. Draco hugged me from behind, after I had dressed completely.

"You know, Mione," he whispered in my ear, "there's a good point to this. You, my dear, wil return to Hogwarts, sitting next to me."

Although, I was still angry, I couldn't help but smile and turn around.

"You are coming back?", I shrieked, not believing my luck.

He nodded and suddenly, everything seemed to be only half as bad as it had been just a moment ago.

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