Its your choice
Hermione felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. She MUST have misheard Professor Dumbledore.
“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” she asked incredulously, her gaze shifting between Dumbledore and Snape. The younger wizard stared back at her with a sneer, his black eyes betraying no sign of emotion.
“It is in the Order’s best interest to acquire more eyes within Lord Voldemort’s ranks, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore repeated. “It’s your choice to accept.”
“And you want me to do that by–”
“Obviously this was a mistake, headmaster,” Snape interrupted. “It’s clear that Miss Granger neither has the desire nor the ability to complete what we have just asked of her.”
Fury rose within her. How dare he doubt her abilities? She would be a successful asset to the Order of the Phoenix, Severus Snape be-damned.
“I’ll do it.”
She could do this, she could make Draco fall in love with her.
Severus Snape’s lip twitched into a fraction of a smirk, bloody Gryffindors. So damn predictable.