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What You Want	By : dracoyoflam Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione woke up laying on a hard floor and in complete darkness. She couldn't see anything in the room but she decided to try to feel her way around just in case. She stood up very slowly to keep her balance, being in the pitch black made her dizzy.

It of course didn’t help that she had a head wound from being knocked unconscious. She could feel the dried blood in her hair and the headache that she knew would last a while, however it wouldn’t stop her from trying to get out of the damned place, so after a deep breath she walked as slowly as she could with her arms stretched out in front of her.

When she finally touched a wall, it startled her for a moment before she could compose herself and move closer to put her back against the wall. Moving around the room very slowly with her back firmly pressed to the wall, she noticed that there were no things hanging on them, which at that current moment, pleased her quite a bit. She didn't have to worry about knocking into anything, so when she knocked into a bed and fell on to it face first she started breathing very quickly and her eyes felt like they were open more than they should be. But she didn't care. She just wanted to find a way out.

She moved gently across the bed, trying not to make any noise, and once she felt the edge she carefully stepped off. Immediately she pressed her back against the wall again, where it belonged for the time being, and stood in place trying to catch her breath so she could calmly move on.

It felt like she had been in the room forever, however she knew she hadn’t, since she had only been awake in the room for a few minutes.

Finally, she started sliding along the wall again. This time careful not to run into anything else.

When she made it down the length of the wall, she felt a small table in the corner and quietly went around it, keeping her hands in contact with the wall as best she could.

Sooner than she had expected it, she had reached another corner, so she turned smoothly and kept going.

Her hand eventually touched a door knob and she reached down with both hands to turn the handle and yank, but it wouldn't open. It was locked.

She felt around on herself to see if she had her wand, but of course she didn't. This fact scared her more than any other, without her wand, she was basically defenceless. She turned back to the door and started pulling on the handle as hard as she could. She wouldn't accept that she was trapped in a dark room, alone, wandless and scared.

Her thoughts began to wonder wildly, without any direction it seemed. She thought to herself, 'I guess this is my life flashing before my eyes.'

She closed her eyes even though it was dark enough to have no need for it. She squeezed her eyes tighter and tried to focus on the things flashing around in her mind. As she did, tears started to form in her eyes.

Her mind stopped. It was like everything just stopped and stood still for a moment. As quick as it had stopped, it started again but with only one image... Draco.

Hermione started to cry more, even though she didn't fully understand why. She knew she was scared but she also knew it wasn't the reason for it.

She squeezed her eyes even tighter if it was even possible, and tried to focus more on Draco.

He was her friend. A great person, a wonderful friend and an absolutely brilliant wizard.

She pulled as hard as she could on the door knob and as she did, the door opened.

Hermione fell onto her back and hit her head hard enough to make her even dizzier.

She looked up into the doorway. Someone was watching her and she knew it was a man. She sat up and looked into the man’s face. The light behind him was so bright and the room was so dark that she couldn't see any of his features. The entire front of the man was black.

"What do want from me?" She asked sternly.

The man laughed a little and took a step forward. "I want you," he replied calmly.

The man pulled a wand from his pocket and waved it at the wall next to the door. Then the man reached over with his hand and flicked on a switch. The light came on so bright that is seemed blinding to Hermione. The switch was hidden by magic.

Hermione looked back at the man and immediately knew who it was.

"Blaise..." It was all she could get out in her shock.

He just gave an evil smile and stepped forward, closing the door behind him.

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Ginny opened her eyes slowly; she had been awake for several minutes and had lain there with her eyes firmly closed. There was the warmth of another body next to her, their arms around her stomach, and for the love of Merlin she hoped and prayed it wasn’t who she thought it was. Of course, Merlin was not on her side today; she slowly sat up and removed her brother’s arms from her abdomen, careful not to wake him. Ron didn’t even stir as she sat on the edge of his bed, looking down at herself she sighed in relief, she was still wearing her clothes from the night before plus a dark blue shirt that belonged to her brother. His room could get extremely cold at night, even with the warmth of two bodies. So they hadn’t done anything stupid, Ginny had mixed feelings about this, she was glad but disappointed at the same time. The two of them had stayed up till the early hours, talking and snuggling with the occasional kiss, their hopes had raised and they’d enjoyed themselves, Ginny couldn’t remember the last time she’d giggled so much.

They had talked about anything and everything, deliberately avoiding their predicament, reminiscing about times when they were younger and laughing at how clumsy Ron had been, in fact still was. Ginny had told him how hard she found it at times, to be the youngest, and he had replied that he knew how she felt, being the youngest boy and all.

As she sat there with a small smile on her face remembering the previous night, there came a shout from below her.

“Ginny? Ron?” it was Harry’s voice. Ginny jumped off her brothers bed and glanced quickly at his clock on the bedside table, it said eleven o’clock.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” she whispered to herself in dismay. “Ron! Wake up” she hissed as she threw his shoes at him. Ron sat bolt upright in bed and looked round his room in alarm, on seeing Ginny he looked down at himself then back at her.

“What?” he shrugged as he spoke.

“Harry is here, now! He’s coming up the stairs,” she rushed to the door and opened it slightly, voices and footsteps could be heard from below, both getting progressively louder.

“Crap!” he leapt out of bed and hurried to her side. “Go out there then,” he gave her a push and she went flying out the door, just as Harry appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Ginny! There you are! Where’s Ron?” he looked round for Ron, then noticed Ginny wasn’t wearing her normal pyjamas, causing a curios expression to cross his face.

“He’s coming. Come on, Ronald!” she urged loudly. Ginny soon realized the look on Harry’s face and put her arms around her midriff self-consciously. “Working late, you know how it is,” she tried to sound calm and collected as she gave an excuse, before he could reply Ron stumbled out of his room pulling on a new shirt.

“Morning, Harry. What brings you here?” Ron spoke in such a relaxed tone Ginny found it almost hard to believe, this was Ron, he was never calm and most certainly never collected.

“Well, uh…you both better come downstairs,” suspicion had overridden his sorrow and he surveyed them cautiously before continuing. “I’ve got some bad news,”
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Draco was in a really good mood on his way to work the morning after giving Hermione dance lessons. He was actually surprised that Hermione had agreed to the lessons, but they’d had a lot of fun together, almost too much fun.

His walk had a little bounce to it and he just couldn't stop smiling. Draco didn't notice anything or anyone while he walked; he was enjoying the memories from last night.

When he finally arrived at his office building he came out of his daydreams to see that there were Aurors all over the place. He searched around and finally saw a distressed looking Harry across the lot. After a pause Draco quickly pushed aside anyone in his way until he reached Harry.

"Harry. What's going on?"

Harry Potter turned on his heel to stare at Draco, his face was distraught and anyone could tell that something serious was going on.

"You haven't heard?" Harry whispered more to himself than to Draco.

"Well no, why do you think I'm asking you? Tell me what's going on." As he was talking he noticed that Ron and Ginny were also standing by the building looking very upset, and giving each other uneasy glances.

Draco grabbed Harry's shoulder and started to look around more aggressively.

"Draco, calm down, just go wait with Ron and Ginny while I figure out what I can."

"Harry... Where's Hermione?"

Harry shook his head while looking at his feet before finally answering.

"Draco, just go wait with the others... please."

"Please…Harry, just…answer me... “He glanced around one more time before finally continuing in a whisper, "Where's Hermione?"

Harry grabbed Draco by the top of his arm and pulled him aside. When they finally got out of the crowd, Harry let Draco go and he turned his back slowly away from him.

“Hermione has gone missing… We have a witness that saw what happened. We’re told that someone knocked her out and took her. Harry paused for a moment, studying his old enemy’s reaction. “We don’t know who it was but we do know that it was a man. He wasn’t seen but the witness heard his voice.”

Draco leaned heavily against the brick wall and roughly ran his fingers through his hair.

“Do you have any leads to who it could be?”

Harry shook his head sadly and glanced around.

“We have no idea. There’s no trace from whoever took her. All we have is a bit of blood but not enough to think it was a serious wound.”

Draco quickly looked up into Harry’s face and suddenly looked very angry.

“Hermione was taken, there’s no lead, and you find blood which is probably hers, but it isn’t serious! Merlin, Harry! How can you say that?”

Harry glanced around again before grabbing Draco by the arm for the second time and pulling him away to a more secluded area of the lot. Harry put his finger to his lips to tell Draco to be quiet.

“Draco, I’m telling you this because you are one of Hermione’s best friends, you have the right. This is confidential, no one else can know yet. The Ministry is looking into it and we’re checking out the witness. Calm down and try to think of anyone that you think might want to harm Hermione.”

Draco yanked his arm out of Harry’s grip and started to walk away. After just a couple of feet he turned his head back over his shoulder.

“Hey, Harry…. Who is the witness?”

Harry hesitated a moment then finally answered, “Parkinson… Pansy Parkinson.”

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“Where do you think she is?” Ron slumped down heavily on the sofa in the Burrow. Ginny paced on the rug in front of him, her hand wiping tiny droplets of sweat off her forehead, Ron had noticed she always did that when she was worried.

“I don’t know,” she replied after a pause, stopping to glance at him before continuing her route around the rug. She didn’t have a clue where Hermione could be, she didn’t know anyone that would have wanted to take Hermione from outside her home.

“I think Parkinson is a bit suspicious though, we should interview her again,” he conjured a mug of tea for himself and offered her one too, she declined and sat in the armchair next to the warm fire. Perhaps her brother was right, they should interview her again, because to be honest she had acted strangely.

“When do you suppose we do that?” she asked, lifting her legs onto the armchair and bringing them up to her chest.

“Tomorrow, but you need to sleep, you look exhausted,” he watched her as she lay her chin on her knees and closed her eyes.

“I guess,” her eyes were still closed and she yawned slightly as she spoke. Ron stood and made his way towards her, when she didn’t react to his movement he carefully scooped her up in his arms and began the journey up the staircase. She weighed surprisingly little and he hoped her illness hadn’t begun to return to her. Ginny had become anorexic during her last year of Hogwarts, it had been a serious scare for the whole family as she was taken to St Mungo’s twice, her lowest point had been when she weighed a miniscule 50 pounds. She had looked like she was wasting away and Ron had never been able to get the horrible image of her out of his head.

Ron finally reached his bedroom and pushed open the door with his foot, he placed his sister softly on the bed and leant down to kiss her, as he did she opened her eyes and kissed him on the mouth firmly. He was shocked at first and tempted to pull away, but after a second he couldn’t bring himself to do it and he kissed her back, careful to be gentle with her. Once he couldn’t breathe properly anymore he pulled away and looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

“What was that for?” he sat down on the bed beside her and began to stroke her hair, she closed her eyes again with a smile on her face.

“Cause I love you,” he only just heard her as she was very close to falling asleep now, he grinned at her reply and kissed her head gently. He continued to stroke her hair until her breathing turned into quiet snores, he then scooted into the bed beside her and lay down facing her. She was so beautiful, this was the perfect time for him to look at her and study every tiny freckle on her smooth face. After a while his eyes began to droop and he finally fell asleep along side his sister.
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Hermione laid on the bed in the dark with both of her hands tied together above her head.

She could already feel the bruises forming on her body and her clothes were wet with blood.

She had unfortunately spent the day being cursed by Blaise and had a feeling that tomorrow would be worse.

Hermione turned her body as well as she could and sat up facing her tied hands. She quickly tried to untie the rope and after about 10 minutes of trying she finally quit. The ropes were cursed to stay tied until the same person who cast the spell wants it untied.

Hermione sat in silence unmoving for a while before she finally lay down and rolled herself into a small human ball. She began thinking about her friends… Harry and how many times he saved the world from Voldemort… Ron and the way she used to feel about him while they were in Hogwarts, something that they tried for a while but didn’t work out… Ginny and how they have girl talks, well how Ginny talks about girl stuff to Hermione. Draco…

As she thought the name she felt herself change but in what way, she didn’t know. She realized that she missed him the most even though he was the last person she saw before being captured. She felt tears starting to form in her eyes and couldn’t help but let them fall.

She was going to die here and she knew it, she just didn’t know when.

She started thinking about all the horrific things that Blaise would probably do to her and she started to cry even more franticly. She was so terrified that she was going to die, she didn’t think there was a possibility she would survive.

When she finished with that last thought she began thinking about Draco again. She didn’t want to die without seeing him again. She didn’t know why it was just him and not the rest of her friends but she just guessed it was because they were closer than the others.

‘That’s what it has to be.’ She thought to herself.

She thought back on all of her memories of Draco and finally stopped crying.

“I’m not going to die like this, a coward who cries and begs to be released.” She whispered to herself.

“I will see you again, if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

She wiped her tears away and told herself that as long as she was prisoner, she would never cry again. She felt herself get very determined and angry, after all that’s what she would need to survive what was in store for her.

The next day, or so she thought, Blaise came back to the dark bedroom for Hermione. He pulled her out of the room and down the hall like last time but instead of being afraid, she stood tall and was ready to take whatever he threw at her.
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