:: Chapter Two: Draco's Wrath ::

"Harry, a letter came for you from the Order." Nympadora Tonks told Harry as she handed him a piece of parchment.

"More attacks on Muggle-borns I suppose." Harry said sitting down in one of the chairs in the hotel room he was sharing with three other Aurors.

Harry,
Hermione was kidnapped. We need you and Ron to find her as soon as possible. You two are being sent because you know her the best. Please hurry, it's only a matter of time before something happens to her. Please report to Headquarters as soon as you can.

Lupin

"What is it?" Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody asked sitting down across from Harry.

"Hermione was kidnapped. I have to go. Can you three cover it?"

"If I were to say no, you'd still go so what's the point of asking." Moody said.

"Right. Ron and I need to get to Headquarters. What's the quickest way?"

"Probably Floo Powder."

"Thanks Mad-Eye." Harry walked over to the fireplace, took a handful of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace stating clearly "Number Twelve, Grimauld Place." Harry popped into the dining room of the Order Headquarters. Ron and Lupin were already sitting down at the dining room table.

"All right. What's going on?" Harry sat down next to Ron, across from Lupin.

"All we know is that today, in London, Hermione was kidnapped. We're suspecting this to be the work of Death Eaters being that she is Muggle- born."

"Where would she be?" Ron asked.

"That's the problem, anywhere."

"Do we have any leads?" Harry asked.

"One. Lucius Malfoy escaped from Azkaban on the same day, we think that the two are related."

"Malfoy? You think that the Malfoys kidnapped her?" Ron stifled a laugh with one of his freckled hands.

"Actually we think that the Death Eaters kidnapped her because of her history with Draco Malfoy. Revenge."

"Revenge? Would Malfoy actually sink that low?" Ron asked.

"Do you remember Malfoy?" Harry asked incredulously.

"That's part of my childhood I'm trying very hard to forget. I remember his vicious ways but I really don't think that he would do something like this."

"You never know. People change, especially when you're surrounded by that company."

"You two have to find her, no matter who captured her, we need her back safely." Lupin advised, tired of the ongoing argument of what and whatnot a Death Eater would do.

"Professor Lupin, to be honest I have no idea to even begin searching for Hermione." Harry said frowning deeply.

"Where the Death Eaters are, Hermione will be there too. I just hope they haven't hurt her."

"You're not going to kill me, are you?" Hermione asked Draco.

"No, not yet at least." A smirk coated his pale lips.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, first we were going to lure Potter here, kill you in front of him, and then kill him."

"Again, all that took eight years to come up with?"

"Since when have you been full of sarcasm?" He countered.

"Since I was tied to a chair in your room."

"Feisty aren't we? You better mind your manners Granger, you're in a house filled with Death Eaters and you yourself are just a lowly mudblood." Hermione kept her mouth shut and stared at the floor to the left of her. "Glad to see you can control yourself."

"I can control myself fine thanks."

"Watch it." Draco drawled, "I may not be so nice next time."

"You? Nice?"

"You aren't dead are you?" Hermione had to clamp her mouth shut to avoid from having another outburst.

"How do you know Harry will find me?"

"We've left little clues."

"How do you know he'll come alone?"

"It doesn't really matter, whoever comes with him will just end up being killed as well."

"You don't care who dies do you?"

"No."

"What if it was your family? What if you had to sacrifice them?"

"Then I would do what I have to do." She shook her head disgustedly. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. "I have to do what I have to do. Why am I even explaining this to you? It's not just a job, it's a way of living."

"It's wrong, Malfoy, you have other options."

"I don't want to talk about this." He snapped at her causing her to jump at his tone.

"I'm sorry." She apologized again.

"Stop apologizing! You're not sorry, you aren't anything but a filthy mudblood." His blood boiled and he kept clenching his fists.

"Stop calling me that! I sure didn't choose my parents! It's not my fault that they're not magical, don't you dare call me that Draco Malfoy, don't you dare." His hand came into contact with her cheek quickly and her head snapped to the side.

"I told you to watch yourself." He said in an eerily calm voice. She bit her lip and kept her gaze away from him. She wanted to apologize but she stopped before she got slapped again. "Stay here and don't move, oh wait you can't." His voice was filled with sarcasm. He slammed the door shut and Hermione cringed again. Her cheek burned, she could feel the heat radiating from it.