No, I do not own Harry Potter...but one can dream, right?

She ran through the thick trees of the dark forest, branches slashing at her bruised and dirtied face. Her side ached and she was exhausted, but she couldn't stop running.

The cold rain whipped into her face like tiny shards of ice. Her honey hair clung to her face, mingling with the blood trickling from the cut above her eye. She could hear their voices from behind, calling orders to stop her, no matter the method.

Her run came to a stumbled walk as her strength dwindled to nothing and she collapsed on the cold and muddied ground. Her labored breathing slowed as she lay still and waited for them to find her, and kill her.

"Hermione," she heard. It was a kind voice, so different than the brutal voices she was accustomed to hearing, and not at all what she was expecting. And that name, was it really hers? She couldn't recall, she hadn't heard her name in such a long time. As much as she wanted to answer the smooth, worried voice, she found herself unable. Her throat was much too dry.

"Don't worry Hermione, I'll protect you," he said. It was the last thing she heard before slipping into the darkness of oblivion.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open to see the interior of a richly decorated room of deep colors. This was a dream, she calculated. It had to be. Even though she had stopped dreaming long ago, it had to be a dream.

"Hermione?" she heard from beside her. It was the voice of the man who had rescued her. She turned her head to face him and saw Draco Malfoy. Now she knew she was dreaming. Either that or she was dead. That was a distinct possibility, she thought grimly. "Are you alright?"

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" she asked, her own voice sounding alien to her.

"No," he replied and then added "and you're quite alive as well. The Order will be glad to hear that."

"The Order?" she questioned. "What happened? And where are we?" Draco gazed at her in shock.

"You mean you don't know?" he asked, his tone incredulous. "With the exception of that last question, you should know all of those answers."

"I'm afraid I don't."

"What do you remember?" he asked. "Tell me what sounds familiar. Ron, Harry, Ginny, Dumbledore, Remus, The Order, Voldemort."

"Really Draco, who doesn't know who Voldemort is?" she replied and Draco gave a sigh of relief. "Ginny is my friend, at least I think she still is. Ron is Ginny's older brother. Dumbledore was our Headmaster in Hogwarts. Remus taught us Defense in our third year. He's a werewolf. If I'm correct in assuming you mean Harry Potter, he's supposed to defeat Voldemort, right?"

Apparently, these were not the answers that he was looking for because Draco sighed and ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair.

"You really don't remember?" he asked. "You must remember Ron. More about him, I mean. You remember me, so you must remember Ron. You two were-" He suddenly cut his sentence short.

"We were what?" she inquired. "What were we?"

"And The Order!" he continued. "You were a part of it! A damn important part!"

"What the bloody hell are you rambling on about?!"

"We were partners," he finally muttered. "On our…last mission, you were captured. We were the two spies for The Order. We pretended to be death eaters so we could get information for the order."

"What is The Order?"

"It's the force against Voldemort," he explained. "You were our best spy, and you became Voldemort's favorite quickly. But somehow, he found out we were spies and he planned to capture the two of us and probably torture information out of us."

"I have a couple of questions," said Hermione.

"Of course you do, you don't remember anything," he muttered. Hermione ignored the comment and went on.

"Was I a dedicated spy?" she asked, receiving a nod. "And would I do anything to protect our cause?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I think," she said, "that I've sealed away all the memories I had that might give even a subtle hint to any information that I knew."

"Oh, is that all?"

"One more thing Draco," she added. "I don't know how to get them back."

A/N: This is one of my favorite stories, though its rather short. It's complete on paper, and under ten chapters long. The chapters do get longer. please review. I love reviews. constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated=)