Hermione saw the paper before she heard from Draco. She'd seen the image of him standing in a market square, his wand leveled at a middle-aged woman with bodies surrounding him. It hadn't been the greatest thing to find lying on the table when she walked in for a meeting with Kingsley, but she'd known it was coming. He'd warned her of it, but it was still upsetting to see first thing in the morning.

"The attack on France was successful," Kingsley announced to the small group. Moody grunted beside her, but Hermione didn't take her eyes off the paper. "Switzerland fell, but our intel shows that with a foothold in France, we should be able to take back at least the eastern portion. We'll be sending more troops out to meet our team in France so some can return and help take back Switzerland."

"We let Lestrange and Malfoy take Switzerland in an attempt to seize some small bases on the French coast. What good is that going to do us?" Moody asked accusingly. Several other people nodded in agreement and Hermione kept herself from arguing.

"Intel shows it's a way through Switzerland," Kingsley answered calmly. His eyes paused on Hermione, but she stayed silent. "With Lestrange focused on taking the Swiss Ministry, we were able to gain back control of the channel. We've already got Bill Weasley organising an underground rebellion in France that seems to be doing well. Once we have France back in our control, we can—"

"Look, we've all accepted your mysterious intel for quite some time," Moody interrupted. Hermione sighed and leaned back in her seat as Moody snapped at Kingsley. "Unless you start telling us how you're getting it, I'm going to start bringing in some of my own."

"Alastair—"

"Moody's right," McGonagall said, glancing at him. "We've trusted you this far, Kingsley, but we can't win this war if we don't know where our orders are coming from."

Kingsley pursed his lips and Hermione fiddled with the edges of the Daily Prophet paper. She stared down at the image of Draco casting a spell on repeat, frowning slightly to herself. The room stayed silent and it wasn't until Hermione glanced up to see Kingsley staring at her that she realised he was waiting on her to explain where the intel was coming from. Draco's fear about what would happen if word got out to the Order about a second spy returned and she frowned deeper.

"Hermione has been in contact with a second spy," Kingsley said, giving up on waiting for her. Hermione froze and she could have sworn Draco's photo turned to look at her.

"A second spy?" someone asked. Hermione couldn't be bothered to figure out who had spoken as she was too busy scowling at Kingsley.

"Severus was receiving much of his information from another within Riddle's ranks and shortly before his death, he arranged for Hermione to be his primary contact," Kingsley explained. Whispers spurted around them, but Kingsley quickly silenced them so he could continue. "Each week, we receive information on anticipated attacks and battle strategies. It was with this information we learned the opening in Switzerland was a trap and instead, we should target France."

"Who's the spy?" Moody demanded, looking from Kingsley to Hermione when Kingsley wouldn't answer. Hermione kept her mouth firmly closed, so he looked back at Kingsley for an answer.

"Hermione is the only one who knows the identity of the spy," Kingsley answered. "For their own safety and to prevent word from spreading, we've gone to great lengths to keep this a secret. I trust this conversation will not leave this tent."

"How can we trust someone who won't share their identity?" George Weasley asked. Hermione looked up, not having seen him come in at the beginning and having been too distracted by the Daily Prophet to notice him until now. "It could be anyone."

"You can trust me, George," Hermione said. He glanced at her and she nodded. "The arrangement has been in place since Snape's death and we've received nothing but reliable information."

"So we can trust him now," George ceded, though he looked apprehensive. "But what happens at the end of the War? Anyone could claim to be the spy."

"Kingsley has sworn to believe my word just like I've sworn to reveal only the real spy," she informed them all. "No one will be granted immunity by accident."

"And if you're killed?" Moody accused.

Hermione turned to glare at him but before the meeting could disband into petty arguments, Kingsley called for everyone's attention.

"The point is," he said, snapping at Hermione when she continued to glare at Moody. "We have someone feeding us trusted information. Hermione's done great work keeping the contact in line and we haven't had any suspicion. If word gets out about this though, the Death Eaters will start to search their ranks again and we risk losing what leverage we have."

"The secret is safe here," McGonagall assured him. While Hermione felt like she could believe her, the way George was glancing warily around the room and Moody's grumbling didn't reassure her.

"I want Unbreakable Vows," Hermione announced. Everyone looked at her in various states of shock and confusion, but she didn't back down. "I've worked hard to keep his identity a secret and I don't want rumours to ruin it. You'll all make an Unbreakable Vow right here that you won't breathe a word."

"And in return? What will you swear?" Moody asked.

"That I won't lie when I reveal his identity at the end."

* * * * *

Hermione left for Grimmauld Place the second she finished the meeting. Draco had written her just before, telling her he'd returned from Switzerland and they needed to speak. Since she'd known about the meeting with the Order before, she'd made sure he knew she couldn't make it until later that morning. The first thing she'd done when she left the tent was write back to Draco and apparate straight out of the camp.

She arrived minutes before Draco did and as soon as she heard the crack of his apparation, she followed the sound into the dining hall. While she'd wondered why he'd written and asked to meet in the morning, she did not expect him to appear so disheveled and exhausted. The slight bags under his eyes hadn't been prevalent in the photo in the Prophet, but she had the feeling they were not new.

"What happened?" she asked worriedly. Had the Prophet kept some details about Switzerland a secret? It wouldn't be the first time she supposed, but she hoped that wasn't the case.

"My aunt knows there's a spy," he told her. He dropped a trunk behind him and Hermione frowned. Had he only just gotten back from Switzerland? "When the Order didn't take the bait on the northern border, she killed everyone who'd been there. She interrogated them all and when none failed, she started a rumour that she hopes will get back to the Order."

"Do you know what it is? The rumour?" she asked. Draco nodded. "Then we're okay. It's okay."

"She'll always be suspicious," Draco replied, shaking his head in disagreement. "I don't think she truly thought the commander could be the spy, so there will always be someone looking."

Hermione bit her lip, debating whether or not to tell him what had happened in the morning. Obviously if the Order spread word about a spy, that would only confirm Bellatrix's suspicions and then Draco would really be in trouble. She'd handled it though, hadn't she? The Unbreakable Vows would prevent anyone from even whispering about it. Nevertheless...

"There's something you should probably know," she said. She could follow it up with the good news about her research if he let her, she decided. "The Order knows there's a spy as well."

"They—Fucking how?" Draco asked, taking a deep breath.

"Moody started questioning Kingsley's intel and he told them," Hermione grumbled, getting upset about it once again as well. Looking up at Draco, she said, "They all made Unbreakable Vows so there's no way word will get out, but I thought you should know that more people know."

Draco nodded stiffly and she could see him swallow down his anger.

"And they know who I am?" he asked. Hermione shook her head quickly, grabbing Draco's hand before she really realised what she was doing.

"No, I didn't tell them," she swore. They wouldn't know until the day the Order won the war and she had Kingsley publicly swear to grant him immunity before she revealed his identity. "They know there's a spy we get information from, but the only person they know directly involved is me."

"That's not good either, Granger," Draco told her bitterly. "If word gets out you're collaborating with a spy, you become Britain's most wanted even without Potter as a friend."

"Well, I'm pretty well cooped up between being banned from the battlefield and only leaving the Order to meet you," Hermione reminded him. Draco hummed and she took that to mean he wasn't going to rip Kingsley from limb to limb, so she changed the subject. "I think I've developed a solution for getting through the wards."

Draco looked at her with what she assumed was surprise, though she could have sworn he almost looked proud of her too. She smiled.

"I tested it on a squirrel and sent it into the area I had warded off," she explained. After a few changes to the potion, nothing had happened when the squirrel was dropped into the area. "It only lasts an hour so I can't wait around like last time—" She gave him a pointed look and he smirked. "—but I can certainly apparate in without triggering any wards. After an hour, even my presence in the building will trigger the wards."

"You'll be out before then," Draco promised. He squeezed her hand and she glanced down, not having remembered grabbing his hand. "There's a revel tonight I have to attend. Two days from now, I believe Mulciber will have his next sale."

"I'll be ready," she said. The potion was already finished, but she would need to look into a portkey for short distance travel. There was no way she could apparate all the captives at once and with the anti-apparation wards, she could get in with Draco, but not on her own.

They parted ways shortly after that. Draco admitted he had yet to return to the Manor and unpack his trunk while Hermione still had things to do at the Order. She made a mental note to look into a portkey then made her way to the medical tent. With a little luck, there was a way she could get her hands on a portkey without involving anyone else but if not, she'd have to brew another batch of the potion to give to the captives and hope there were a few wands she could snag on her way in. Whatever the outcome, she'd need to prepare for the worst and unfortunately, that probably involved telling Harry just where he could find the Order's spy if anything went poorly.