A/N: Hi, I found this on my computer and thought I'd put it up. You might notice that there are lots of things that are different to the actual novel, I'm sorry if you don't like that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

One Malfoy Dead, Another Captured

"My first Death Eater! Ha! This'll show Ron!!" Hermione thought as she cornered a Death Eater from her most recent battle. Hermione accompanied by some Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix, had arrived in a deserted town in the middle of nowhere to look for Death Eaters. They had received an anonymous letter informing them about a meeting that was meant to take place here. Since the Aurors and the members of the Order had nothing else to occupy their time other than worry about Harry and all the deaths that were happening all over the world, they decided to check if the letter held any shred of truth in it and arrived at the location mentioned in it, knowing full well that they may be leading them and their friends into a nightmare they can never return from. But doing something is better than doing nothing, they had all reasoned, even if it does seem like signing your death contract

So an hour and a half later several grown up witches and wizards had arrived at the spot, to find a group of Death Eaters lounging around a bonfire. They had been rather reluctant to let Hermione come with them owing to the injuries she had sustained during her previous battles, but if any of them had known Hermione Granger well, they would have known that their attempts to dissuade her to join them were futile and anything they said would have gone everywhere but Hermione's head.

Hermione who wanted to prove to not only to Ron but the other Order members that she was someone not to be messed with, had gathered new determination from the depths of her heart and held her ground last night when she argued her case with McGonagall who was now newly assigned Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the order of the Phoenix along with Harry whenever he was around to join in on the discussions.

Surprised and impressed by her former student's determination, the old witch had agreed.

Now Hermione stood in a narrow alleyway that branched from the wide main road of the town with her first Death Eater before the point of her wand, disarmed and a long way away from help.

Smiling triumphantly, she took off the Death Eater's mask.

As the moonlight brought the wizard's pointed features into light, a gasp escaped Hermione's mouth rendering it dry for any speech. Her wand hand wavered a little as her heart sank into her stomach, burning in the bubbling acid of the fleshy bag.

"Hermione…" the name escaped the wizard's lips before he could stop. It had been almost a year since he had said her name. He had thought that his mouth had forgotten the feel of her name on his lips but as he whispered her name for what he thought was the last time, he realised that no matter how long it may be but he will never forget that name and the person the name belonged to.

Hermione had given up hope that she will ever hear her name from the wizard before her but as she heard the three syllables reach her ears, her doubts regarding the wizard's identity were proved right and her grasp on her wand loosened a little as her heart skipped a beat. Despite the fact that she loved the way he said her name and the fact that she had been secretly longing to hear it again, she wished, now more than ever, that this wizard infront of her was someone else and that he had not uttered her name at all for even after a year, even though she thought she had moved on, it still broke her heart to hear it and to know that that will be the last thing he will ever say.

She could vaguely hear footsteps approaching them, but she paid them no attention. Her eyes, mind and heart were fixed on the wizard infront of her.

"Hermione!" said the wizard again, with a note of panic in his voice this time, bringing Hermione back to the cruel world of reality. She quickly composed her thoughts and face before the wizard took an advantage of it.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" a jet of green light escaped from Hermione's wand, hitting the wizard squarely on the chest.

Before Hermione had any chance to do any magic, the wizard had snatched her wand from her and pointed it behind her, casting the spell. She had felt a frisson travel down her back as the ray of green light travel past, a whoosh of coolness blowing past her. Hermione had been rooted to the spot thinking for a second that the wizard was going to point the wand to her next; she thought that he was going to take advantage of her weakness. Like he had done so many times before.

Hermione, shocked at what at had just happened, turned around, hoping no one she knew, loved was lying cold on the wet ground.

The wizard was wearing a mask similar to the one that she had taken off a few minutes ago. The man, who was lying in a heap before her was a Death Eater. She felt a rush of emotion all at once: relief, confusion, fear and anger.

A heavy silence reined the alleyway as Hermione and the other Death Eater continued to stare at the dead man. Despite being enemies, the same expression dominated their faces: one of utter shock and horror. In moonlight that reached them, the dead Wizard's long straight white blonde hair was visible quite clearly.

Hermione looked up when she heard a 'POP' sound infront of her. Her breath got caught in her throat as she wondered if it was yet another Death Eater but the wizard's bright red hair told her that it was only Ron. Hermione felt something brush next to her hand. Looking down, she saw it was the Death Eater returning her wand back to her.

Ron looked flabbergasted at the dead man at his feet. He looked up at Hermione, then at the wizard next to her then back at the dead wizard.

When Ron looked back up at Hermione, his face split into a wide grin. "Well done Hermione! I didn't think you had it in you. One Malfoy dead, another captured! Excellent!!" Ron obviously thought that Hermione had killed Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione, when she realised this, was disgusted by Ron. How can he think that she had killed someone? And to think that he had spent 8 years with me! She thought. However, Hermione thought it better not to enlighten Ron and played along with his story. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Neither did I Ron…Ron you know the procedure. You can take Lucius' body to the Ministry. Let them know of their loss, while I deal with Malfoy here. He might be able to provide us with some useful information. I'll take him to the Headquarters." Ron nodded in agreement and bent down to grab Lucius' arm. He looked up at Hermione, one last time and told her to take care; with that he apparated to the ministry, leaving Hermione and Malfoy alone again.

"Thanks, Malfoy. Now, turn around." Their gaze met for a second. Then Draco turned around, his hands already in fists behind him. Hermione wondered why he escape, but didn't pursue the subject.

Hermione conjured ropes around Malfoy's hands and then around his whole body, rendering him motionless. Taking his hand tightly in hers, she apparated to the attic of 12 Grimmauld Place, where they were greeted by Ron and other members of the Order. They all smiled at Hermione, praising her silently for her capture, but there was no mistaking the worry and surprise in their eyes. It was clear that they found it hard to believe that she had killed someone. None of them had her figured as the killing type.

Kingsley Shackelbolt stepped infront and pushed Draco roughly into a chair he had just conjured. The whispers hushed down and a tense silence filled the hall. "Malfoy, this is the Order of the Phoenix and you will answer any questions that are directed to you." Kingsley spoke with authority and confidence.

Hermione, knowing what was to come, tried slinking away into the crowd but she hadn't even taken a step back, when Kingsley spoke her name.

"Hermione as you caught him I think you should be the one to interrogate him. I trust you to not to let him escape."

Trying to hide the fear she felt inside, Hermione nodded accepting her task, ignoring the stares she was receiving from the Order members as they all vacated the room.

"Hi, Draco," The hurt was painfully visible in her eyes now and her voice trembled with emotion. Draco tried looking at her in the eye but couldn't. The guilt overpowered him as he lowered his gaze. Another feeling wiggled its way into his heart: rage. He was furious with himself. It would be so much easier for Hermione to do her task, if it wasn't for him. He was the cause of the hurt in her eyes. And the fear and something else that lurked behind the shadows in her heart…