“Look, ‘Mione, it’s one thing for me to accept your relationship with this git,” Ron started “but it’s a completely other thing to drag him here and tell him about our mission. He is still one of them, you know.”
Draco rolled his eyes for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes, and scoffed.
“Ron, you have to trust me on this one. The reason why he is still with the Death Eaters is because he doesn’t have a choice. But he agreed to work as a double agent and help us instead. I don’t ask you to trust him, I ask you to trust me. You know that I would never do something to put us in danger. That’s your & Harry’s job.” Hermione finished with a smile. Harry was looking at his best friend, contemplating on what the right thing to do was.
After what seemed like an eternity for Hermione, Harry spoke. “Alright Malfoy, how can you be of help?”
Draco smirked, took Hermione’s hand and said “We have a plan.”
