A/N: This idea wouldn't leave my mind! I did not mean to update so quickly, but don't get too used to it.
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He was in another hideout or something. Harry wondered who exactly his kidnappers were; not everyone can have two or a dozen hideouts like they seem to have. It didn't look very different from the previous one however, and Harry suspects that they planned it that way—don't let any prisoners get any sniff of a clue as to their whereabouts, he reckoned.
"I have to pee," Harry voiced, causing the two before him to halt in their actions. He didn't, which was surprising, because Harry was certain that it was more than a measly three or four hours since his abduction, but maybe if they let him use the bathroom, he'd be able to find a way out of there. It was a classic move in all action movies, and from Harry's experiences, sometimes even the most classic of all classic moves works wonders.
"No, you don't," the Granger girl said incredulously. Harry narrowed his eyes and wondered whether she was using Legilimency on him; he'd read about that particular spell in Hogwarts' library during his fifth year, after having Voldemort in his head while he slept. Harry was about to argue that he certainly needed to and if she didn't let him out now he was going to piss all over the floor and sucks for them because they would have to clean it up when Granger continued, "I cast a charm on you while you were unconscious. It prevents you from needing to use facilities like the toilets or having to sleep, or even eat. It transforms your body into some form of self-sustaining system, so to speak."
"Eat!" Harry squeaked.
The Draco boy exploded into laughter, clutching his sides as he bent over. "The dimwit's finally starting to use his brain a little. Taking tips from movies now, are you? Unfortunately for you Potter, you're up against two geniuses. Some other half-witted kidnapper you can probably fool with that little old trick, but not us."
Granger tutted. "Your conceited side is showing, Draco."
Side? Harry wanted to scoff; half irritated, half angry that his plan didn't work. That meant that the Draco guy had a non-conceited side? Hell would probably freeze over before the blond became humble, Harry thought, remembering the insults Draco hurled his way. Not to forget the self praises too. Really, they weren't hard to miss.
"You know you like it." Draco flashed a grin towards the bushy haired girl.
Were they siblings? Lovers? Harry had to wonder, shuddering at the thought of the two teenagers before him partaking in…
He inwardly shook his head.
Not exactly the right time to be thinking of trivial teenage drama, Harry. The spectacled boy sighed, receiving stern looks from the blond. He sure wished magic allowed him to communicate with Dumbledore telepathically; maybe then he might have been in his Hogwarts dormitories playing Exploding Snap with Ron by now.
.~.
"So…what's your name?"
Granger eyed him sceptically. "Why do you want to know?"
Harry shrugged, glancing at Draco who was sleeping in the corner; Harry couldn't fathom how the blond could sleep whilst sitting upright and not topple over and maybe crack his head open. "Just figured that I'm not going to go anywhere anytime soon, and since you seem to know everything about me, it's only fair that I know something about you too, isn't it?"
She didn't respond for so long that Harry was about to say forget it and return to his mindless dazing at the ceiling when she spoke, "I'm Hermione Granger."
"Hermione Granger," Harry repeated, letting the name roll on his tongue. So Granger was her last name; Harry wondered whether 'Draco' was the guy's family name too, as weird as it seemed. "That's an…unusual name."
Hermione shrugged. "I suppose whoever named me was fond of Greek mythology."
"Whoever named you?" Harry asked. He thought he saw Draco's eyelids flutter for a split second but when the blond didn't move, he put it off as him seeing things. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know my parents, you see."
"Oh," Harry replied solemnly. "I guess that's something we both have in common."
"But you know your parents. Everyone does. Lily and James Potter; they're almost as legendary as you—almost, you see, they didn't have a prophecy that they'd be the saviour of the Wizarding World but they did play a part in the creation of one. They're mentioned in every book about you."
"Yeah, then you must know they died before I could even talk!" Harry exploded, and he felt the chair he was bound to rock on its legs. The air seemed to sizzle with energy. Hermione seemed stunned by the sudden burst of magic and Harry panted, shifting his gaze to his lap.
"At least you know who they are—their names, age, face, friends. I don't even know whether 'Granger' is my family name or just something someone made up on the spot, what my parents' names are…" Hermione said softly, so softly that Harry nearly missed it. "All I heard is that they were dentists."
"I—I—" Harry fumbled for words, "I'm—I'm sorry."
She shook her head. At that exact moment, Draco stood up from his slumber and made a few gestures Harry couldn't understand to the witch.
Harry shut his eyes. He probably shouldn't have said anything. Curse his mouth!
.~.
"How long are you going to keep me for?"
"As long as it takes."
Harry groaned. He found himself still unable to look at Hermione in the eye and berated himself for being too inquisitive. But habits were habits and Harry was still itching to find out more about his two teenage kidnappers, especially the platinum blond haired boy who now Harry realised seemed remarkably familiar—not that he could put a finger onto it. Deciding to save that for later, Harry tried to calculate the number of hours he had been captured but found himself unable to do so.
Well, at least they haven't tried to kill him yet.
But did they have to eat those delicious smelling curry buns right before his very eyes?
