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Say Please	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco rolled over and reached out a hand, only to bring his head up when he encountered cold, empty space. Where's Hermione? He sat up and listened. Hearing nothing, he got out of bed and padded softly into the front room. He didn't see her there, nor was she in the bathroom, as the door had been open when he walked past. As he stood in the kitchen, he started to really worry. Did she go back to her place? He knew she would have left a note if that was the case; it was her nature. She said it was okay what we—I did last night. Maybe she lied. Panic tightened his chest.

Not knowing what to do, he walked into the living area, shivering from the breeze coming through the window. Frowning, he walked towards the window and almost tripped over a pair of denims. He looked down and realized they were Hermione's. When he bent down to pick them up, he caught sight of her wand sticking out from under his boxers.

Oh, fuck. Potter is never going to believe this wasn't my fault.
Hermione staggered, trying to remain on her feet as she landed at the Portkey's destination. Her eyes darted around, looking for the person who had brought her here. Seeing no one, she let out her breath. She wrapped the tie of Draco's robe tighter around her waist, unable to help both thanking the gods for having had the foresight to put it on and cursing her stupidity for not carrying her wand with her at all times. She knew better than anyone how important it was to always be prepared.

Shaking her head, she said aloud, "This is getting bloody ridiculous! All this kidnapping is getting old."

A door appeared and a vaguely familiar young woman came, through holding her wand in front of her. "Well, Granger, maybe you should stop making it so easy to kidnap you in the first place."

Hermione was too angry to be scared. "What do you want?"

The woman smiled. "For you to suffer and then die."

Hermione was knocked off guard for moment. The woman had said it so casually and matter-of-factly. Hermione said the first thing that came to mind. "Why?"

"Why?" the woman screeched, her face going red. "Because you're a killer, and killers deserve to be punished."

Hermione sucked in a breath. Does she mean Blaise? I can't think of anyone I've killed, but for all I know she could be talking about someone from the war, or even someone I've had put into to Azkaban. She decided to go with her first guess.

"I didn't murder Blaise—what happened was a horrible accident."

"LIAR!"

"He was trying to kill me. What—you really think I was going to allow that? No matter what you believe, I regret the manner of Blaise's death, but I've fought too hard for this life to die like that."

The woman shrugged, throwing her shoulders back and smoothing her robes. "It doesn't matter what I think. You're still going to die a slow and painful death."

Hermione was beginning to think she would.
Draco was all but pulling out his hair. "How many times do I have to tell you, Potter, that I. Don't. Know!"

Harry, equally frustrated, yelled back, "This is all your fault!"

Ginny stepped between the two and said calmly and firmly, "You two yelling at each other isn't helping us find her. So would you two please SHUT YOUR BLOODY GOBS!" Properly chastised, the two slunk over to the couch, shooting death glares at each other. "Now," Ginny continued, "from the open window we can tell one of two things happened: either someone came in and took her, or—the more the probable of the two—she was Portkeyed out. This is obviously tied to her original kidnapping, which means that Blaise had to have had an accomplice."

"The problem with that, Ginny, is finding out who that was before—" Ron abruptly cut himself off. No one wanted to acknowledge that when Blaise had come to Draco's flat, it was to kill Draco and Hermione.
Hermione twitched helplessly as the Cruciatus Curse was lifted. She really didn't know how much more she could take. She had already passed out several times, only to be revived for another round.

"You know, Granger, I had planned on putting you back into a painting and selling you to the first interested patron. I'm ready to retire; you would have been my final masterpiece. But from the looks of you, I don't think you've been very pure lately. Who knew what a slut you'd turn out to be?"

Hermione didn't have the energy to make a retort. She had remembered who the woman was, not that it did her much good. She could only hope Harry and Ron would figure out that Willow Suntree needed a second look.

The woman looked down at her dispassionately. "When I'm done with you, I'm going to kill Draco, too."

Something seized inside of Hermione. "Why?" she wheezed. "He wasn't the one who killed Blaise."

"I'll tell you why, Granger. Blaise used to be his best friend! Draco turned his back on him and chose, what—a Mudblood whore over his childhood friend? Such disloyalty deserves to be punished."

"Now that I'm gone, I don't think Harry will let Draco out of his sight for a long time. Not to mention—" Hermione started to cough, choking on air— "Draco won't let himself get caught so easily."

Willow leaned against the wall. "Au contraire, I think he'll come running. Especially if he thinks there's any chance of saving you. Too bad you'll be dead by then."

Hermione tried to focus but her vision was tunneling and her labored breathing wasn't helping. She could only hope Draco wouldn't come.
Harry paced frantically while Draco sat on the couch, seemingly calm. Making a frustrated noise, Harry snapped, "Don't you care at all, Malfoy? The woman you're sleeping with could be being tortured—or worse, dead. How can you be so calm?"

Draco reigned in his temper, reminding himself that Potter knew nothing about him and was making snap judgments out of frustration. "I do care, very much. I just don't think pacing needlessly is going to bring her back."

Potter just sneered and continued pacing. After several minutes of quiet Draco asked softly, "Potter, how far would you go to get her back?"

Harry stopped and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "I'd do just about anything."

"I know a tracking spell we could try—"

Harry waved his hand. "That's what Ginny and Ron are checking on right now."

"No, Potter, this is no Ministry-approved spell. This one borders on Dark magic. It's not inherently evil, it just has Dark elements to it. It's old magic." Draco knew Potter had no problem bending the rules, but he also knew that Potter's sense of right and wrong didn't leave much of a gray area.

Harry's face hardened. "Is it guaranteed to work?"

Draco didn't know, but he couldn't take the risk of Harry refusing. "Yes."

"All right, let's do it. What do you need?"

"Have you ever spilled Hermione's blood?"

Harry drew back as if Draco had slapped him. "What?"

"The spell can only be cast by someone who's spilled her blood. There is an antiquated belief that a bond is created between two individuals when blood is shed, just like when someone heals another person using vast amounts of their magic. Both actions require a deep level of emotion and energy."

"So we have a bond," Harry snorted.

Draco frowned. He didn't like being reminded of that incident. "Yes. Theoretically you could cast this spell and find me. You can see why the Ministry would be wary of using such magic."

"Rightly so. I doubt that anyone casting this spell would be looking for someone in order to rescue them. More likely they'd want to finish the job. The only problem is, I've never hurt Hermione like that, and I don't think Ron or Ginny has, either."

"We'll just have to ask them. Call them back." Going to the fireplace, Draco threw in a handful of Floo powder and fire-called his mother. He really didn't want to, but she had the book with the spell in it.

"Draco! It's good to see you. How are you?"

"Mother, would it be all right if I came through?"

Narcissa couldn't hide her glee as she said, "Certainly, dear."

Turning to Potter, Draco said, "I'll be right back. I have to get the book the spell is in. Hopefully they'll be back by the time I am."
Stepping through the fireplace, Draco looked at his mother. "I'm sorry, but this isn't a social call." He watched as her face fell, and he felt a pang of remorse. "Hermione has been kidnapped again and I need to find that book on blood spells. There's a tracking spell in it we can use to find her."

Narcissa nodded. "Of course. I understand. The library is this way. I moved all the questionable books out of the Manor right after the war."

As she opened the library door, she turned back to him. "Does this have to do with what happened with Blaise?"

"How much do you know?"

"Only what Pansy told me. His mother won't talk to me any more. She accused you of letting that Granger girl kill him. Oh, Draco. You don't think Blaise's mother took her, do you?"

He sighed and ran a hand down his face. "I don't know, Mother. That's why I need that book, so we can do the tracking spell."

"I'll call the elves and we'll help you look."

He gave her a small smile. "Thank you."

"You're my son. I would do anything for you."
Hermione heard arguing in the next room, but she was in too much pain to care. She welcomed the darkness when it overcame her again.
Harry was idly riffling through Draco's papers when there was a knock at the door. He went on alert. Ginny or Ron would have walked right in. Palming his wand, he walked to the door and peered through the peephole. A pretty blonde girl stood outside the door. Harry slowly stepped back and opened the door. She looked vaguely familiar.

"Hello," he said.

The girl jumped, appearing startled to see him. "Is—er—Draco in?"

"I'm sorry, he's stepped out for the moment." Harry stepped back and asked, "Would you like to come in and wait for him?"

The girl nodded and stepped inside. Neither of them said a word. Harry watched her intently, not even trying to hide the fact that he was watching her. He offered her a seat in the living room while eyeing her suspiciously. Her movements seemed twitchy, and she was clearly ill at ease. Then again, he thought, he had been known to cause that kind of reaction in people. They sat in nervous silence for several minutes before she shot to her feet.

"I think I'll come back when Draco is home. Sorry to intrude." She was already pulling the door open before Harry could say a word. He was about to pull his wand and Stupefy her, but she Disapparated in the hall.

Well, that was interesting.
AN: Part two is with the beta and should be posted in a couple of days. Thank you to everyone who's still reading.
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