In the morning, Draco awoke to Hermione running her fingers through his hair and her body pressed under his. He hummed happily and tightened his arms around her, letting her know he was awake. Her fingers stilled and one of her hands moved to cup his jaw.

"If you don't mind moving," she said, a smile in her voice, "I really need to use the loo."

"No," Draco grumbled, holding her even tighter.

She snorted and shoved his face away from hers. Unhappily, Draco opened his eyes and rolled off of her so she could hop off the bed and hurry to the restroom. He kept his eyes on the door the whole time she was gone and when she was finally back in sight, he grinned happily and waited for her to rejoin him in the warm bed. She did not.

"Where are you going?" he whined when she started toward the bedroom door.

"Harry, Ron, and Ginny will be here soon to deliver breakfast," she told him, her hand resting on the door handle. "I have to meet them or they'll come up here to find me."

Draco doubted he'd ever hated a thought as much as he hated the thought of the Golden Boys and Weaselette walking in on him and Hermione in one bed. As badly as he wanted Hermione to come back, he wanted to remain left alone even more, so he let her disappear through the door without further argument.

After several minutes, however, Draco decided to get up anyway and pulled his robes from the day before back over his head. He walked down the stairs and into the dining hall where he heard several voices laughing together. As he walked in, he saw Hermione already eating and another plate of food sitting on the table beside her. Potter and Weasel sat across the table from Hermione, but Weaselette was nowhere in sight.

"Where's the other one?" Draco asked as he walked into the room. The three of them turned to look at him and he gave Hermione a small smile. "Isn't there supposed to be another Weasley around here?"

"Ginny got sent out to help at one of the safehouses I sent several kids to," Hermione explained. She nudged the remaining plate toward Draco as he took a seat beside her and smiled. "Harry was explaining how the Order had reacted to today's Daily Prophet."

Draco raised an eyebrow at her questioningly and she slid the paper over to him. He glanced down at it and immediately set down his plate so he could pick it up and read it better. His face was printed across the front page as was Hermione's Most Wanted photo. The title read Malfoy Defects for Mudblood.

"Skeeter did a real number on you," Potter said. Draco hummed, skimming over the article briefly. "She had a number of sources from last night, but I don't know how much is accurate."

"The point is that the whole wizarding world knows now," Weasel said, nodding at the paper. "You won't be going back to a comfy life at the Manor or sabotaging Death Eater bases."

Draco frowned and set the paper down in favour of his plate. The Manor hadn't been a very comfortable place to be for years, but Weasel didn't need to know that and Draco doubted he'd care anyway. However, there was one thing about the Manor the Golden Group—or whatever they were called by the Order now—might be interested to know.

"The Dark Lord hosts a dinner at the Manor every Thursday evening," Draco told them. They gave him strange looks and Draco rolled his eyes. "I may not be able to send new information to the Order, but certainly they'd want to know how to destroy the Dark Lord's forces some other way now, right?"

"Yeah," Potter said, glancing at Weasel. Weasel shrugged and they both looked at Hermione. Hermione, however, was watching Draco closely.

"Kingsley would never let a group go to Malfoy Manor without concrete evidence of success," Hermione told him. "You'd never be able to convince him. Besides, wouldn't the time change now that it's been revealed you were a spy?"

"No, he's too confident of his own wards around the place," Draco assured her. He'd seen the Dark Lord gloat about his power and his success enough times to know that with confidence. "He orders his top Death Eaters there each week and all night long, they celebrate him. If Shacklebolt got a team in that was willing to do a little more than just stun their opponents, it's a sure win."

"And why didn't you mention this before?" Potter asked, crossing his arms. He narrowed his eyes at Draco who in turn, took another bite of his food.

"More people will be in attendance because of my defect," he answered. He looked away from Potter and stared down at his plate as he explained, "The Dark Lord will likely make an example of my parents and he'll want all his top followers to be there. While the other nights have been full, this week should be the most Malfoy Manor has seen."

"You're sure?" Weasel asked. Draco's attention snapped up to him and Hermione's ankle crossed his, telling him he'd glared a little too hard.

"Of course I'm sure," Draco snapped anyway. He glanced at Hermione who gave him a stern look and he returned his attention to Weasel once more, but with less menace. "If you get a group in there and trigger the ley lines, you'll trap everyone inside and play them to your mercy."

"But ley lines," Hermione said, nudging his attention back to her. "The Order can't get in without triggering them against themselves. How would they be able to set them targeting on the Death Eaters?"

Draco grimaced as he knew she probably knew the answer.

"I'll have to go," he said, already certain the Order would refuse. With or without Skeeter's report, the Order was not likely to follow his lead. "There's a lot of tricks and no one could apparate in anyway with the wards around."

"Kingsley won't approve it," Potter confirmed. Draco sighed and set his plate down on the table. "No one in the Order would be willing to kill, either. Well, Hermione and Ginny would, but there's no way we'd let them go alone—"

"And I don't have a wand," Hermione pointed out. Draco looked at her sharply, wondering when she was going to mention that otherwise. She glared at all three of them and said, "You didn't honestly expect me to still have it, did you? It was the first thing I lost."

"I'll ask McGonagall to find you one," Potter promised. Hermione nodded her thanks, but the gratitude was taken back when Potter said, "But you and Ginny aren't going alone."

"I did say I'd be going," Draco drawled. Weasel rolled his eyes.

"So three. That's useless," he said. Draco glared at him and Hermione put his hand on his arm. The action only made Weasel look less thrilled.

"There have to be others in the Order willing to kill," she said, addressing Potter and Weasel though her hand did not leave Draco. "Ginny and I are the only ones who have done it, but that doesn't mean we're the only ones who can."

"I'd do it," Weasel grumbled, still glaring at Draco. Draco's eyes narrowed on him further but Hermione ignored it. "If I was staring into the eyes of some bastard who'd chosen Riddle's side, I'd kill him instantly."

Hermione and Potter shared a look, but Draco was too busy glaring at Weasel to care much or read into it.

"As reassuring as that is, Ron, I'm not sure you'd be so willing to follow Draco's command without question," Hermione said. Draco smirked as Weasel's glare wavered and they both looked at her. "Draco has to get us through the anti-apparation wards and he knows how to trigger the ley lines. You can't go just to kill Death Eaters."

"If he can promise not to get us killed," Weasel said, jerking his chin toward Draco, "Then I can follow his command."

"Sounds perfect," Draco smirked. Weasel returned to glaring at him and Hermione kicked his ankle. Draco hissed and turned to glare at her, but she wasn't paying attention to him.

"If McGonagall can get me a wand by tomorrow, then we should be able to make the dinner this week," Hermione told Potter. Draco blinked. It was Tuesday? How did Hermione keep track of that and when had he forgotten?

"I'll talk to her today," Potter promised. He stood up from his seat, dragging Weasel with him then paused. "If we do this, you two had better have a full plan before we leave. I don't want to find out we're winging it as soon as we arrive."

"Don't worry, Potter," Draco said, sliding his plate across the table and into Potter's hands. "We've got all day to figure it out now that the two of us are fugitives of both the Order and the Dark Lord."