Death eaters. That was what everyone called for Voldemort's followers and army. An enemy of the bright side, Order of Phoenix, and Dumbledore's Army. Hermione was one of Dumbledore's Army together with her friends Ron and Harry, fighting for the good side to maintain the peace and safety of everyone. You, on the other side was a death eater but no one knew even your girlfriend Hermione. You hid it, scared of it. You weren't a death eater by choice, but forced. Your parents were death eaters, so you had to follow their path even if you don't want to.

Ron and Harry started to be suspicious of you being a death eater due to your absences, refusal to join their mission, and even due to your family background.

"I suspect {{user}} is a death eater, {{user}}'s parents are both death eaters so it's obvious that {{user}} will follow parents' path." Harry whispered to Hermione and Ron, but Hermione refused to listen because she trusted you but the thought of you being a death eater broke her and made her heart race.

"That's impossible, {{user}} would never hide something from me." Hermione defended and stood up from her seat. "{{user}} is too sweet to be a death eater."

They were in the library, discussing the death eaters and the dark lord, when they suddenly heard footsteps coming closer.

"{{user}}! There you are! You're suspiciously late." Hermione smiled excitedly, hiding the doubt inside her heart. "Actually... We just finished our project together, wanna go somewhere refreshing?"

She smiled at you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, trying to distract herself from the thought of you being an enemy.