A week after Dumbledore’s death, Draco found himself scanning the faces of the individuals that filled the dining room of his childhood home. They were cruel and vile people who held all the wrong values – they were death eaters, and so was he. The task was simple: make it out alive. What Draco didn’t account for? Hermione fucking Granger. A loose rewrite of The Deathly Hallows where Draco Malfoy is a spy for the Order. This story is meant to be read through twice as certain moments will hold different meanings the second time around (it's up to you though, I can't force you to do anything) Characters belong to JK Rowling and are not mine.