-1Chapter 3.

((I'm sorry it took so long for me to update, a lot of stuff has happened in my life that really discouraged me from really doing much of anything…But I found myself again, please bare with me if it's not that good.))

He stood with confidence in front of his peers, smiling widely, note cards neatly spread across his podium. Harry Potter had waited for this moment nearly his entire life it seemed. Many were present at the secret meeting, including Dumbledore himself.

"I have a plan." He began after clearing his throat several times. His eyes scanned the audience approvingly. Those present were paying rapt attention to their savior. "In fact, I have found the answer to all of our questions! And if we act quickly, we can be done with this war by tonight!" Cheers erupted throughout the room. "We have managed to capture one of the Death Eaters' sons…And well we gave him some Veriteserum, and on these note cards I've got the way to win this war…Hermione and Ron-"

"Harry." A stern voice interrupted quietly, and the entire room silenced. Dumbledore's serious, drooping eyes stared up into Harry's youthful green orbs. "Why did you do this all on your own? You didn't come to the Order first? You can't just capture someone and get all the answers from them."

"But…It was Malfoy." Harry blurted. "I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore, but I had to do this, and I knew you wouldn't let me if I came to you first." Dumbledore recognized the determination in his young student's voice and seated himself once again.

"Well Harry, please continue with this plan of yours. I trust that you have made the right choices. It's about time you took some action into your own hands."

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Loud breathing reverberated into both their ears as Hermione Granger pulled fiercely away from her counterpart, who at the moment was struggling against his bonds to reattach himself to her red and swollen lips.

In fact, Draco really didn't know what had gotten into himself. He had been with plenty of women before, but for some reason she had elicited more pleasure from him, even with her inexperience, then any other female ever had.

Meanwhile, Hermione was fighting her inner demons, and she stared openly at the blonde boy struggling to free himself in front of her. If Harry's plan were to be executed accordingly, then they would find out by tonight that Draco's words had been lies, and surely Harry would kill the blonde for the embarrassment.

She had to get him out of there, but how the hell could she do it? Her body visibly shook from the nervousness settling itself into her stomach. She could have stopped all of this from happening…Why had she been so stupid? Now she found herself in the most horrible situation she could have ever imagined.

Think, Hermione, you've solved worse problems then this in school…She looked away from the boy's startled face, as she had begun to pull at her curly locks of hair.

Draco had had just about enough. "Granger." He rasped, snapping her out of her inner thoughts. She turned back to him, her finger caught in some of her hair. He just about cried from the look on her face. "What is it?"

She swallowed harshly. "When Harry presents his plan to the Order, using the information you falsely gave him, and he finds out you lied, the embarrassment, he'll kill you." She struggled through her words, tears filling her eyes. "He's expressed his feelings of hatred toward you to me before. He said," She choked slightly, fighting the tears from falling, "he'll kill you if you give him a good enough reason."

Draco looked shocked. "You should be happy then." His eyes met the floor as he realized the full gravity of his situation. Shit, shit, shit. I'm going to die. He was shaking as visibly as Hermione was. She sat on the ground in desperation.

"I can't…I can't let you die. You…there's no reason for it. I can't believe I'm letting Harry embarrass himself like this. I can't believe I let any of this happen in the first place." She was crying freely as Malfoy stared at her awkwardly. He had never been one to comfort girls or anyone before, so instead he focused on stopping his shaking and formulating a plan for his survival. There had to be something he could do. Meanwhile, Hermione continued to babble, making his concentration troublesome.

"If I let you go they'll know I helped you. And what if they give me Veriteserum? If I keep you here I may not be able to stop them from hurting you, or Harry from killing you. Then I'd really hate myself."

"I don't blame you." He cut in. "I lied. I deserve what is going to happen to me. I don't care, as long as I didn't dishonor my family or betray my father then I'll die a worthy man." Her red glassy eyes met his worn out silver ones as he spoke.

"You've just made my decision for me." She told him quietly, standing up from her spot on the ground.

"Why are you being so…kind?" His eyes held a true question as he spoke.

"I…don't know. You make me feel…something. Which is more then anyone else has ever made me feel. You don't deserve this treatment, you aren't that evil. Arrogant, yes, annoying, yes, but evil, no. So you threw taunts and threats at us, and you got into brawls with Harry when we were younger but you certainly are no Voldemort. You are only as loyal to your father as Harry is to his. Why should you be tortured and hurt because of the decisions made by the man who created you?" She stepped closer to him, taking a key from inside her bra.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her put herself on the line for him. "Consider yourself kidnapped." He smiled through his words, nearly tumbling over onto her as his arms were freed. She struggled underneath his weight.

"You, kidnapping me? Well, you can barely stand." She pulled him to the couch. "If I do magic, we'll be traced…so I can't enervate you until we are out of here." She ran her fingers through his hair, noticing the way his eyes shut at the contact.

"Apparate us." He told her, struggling to hold himself up.

"I've…well I've never apparated two people before…just myself."

"All I have to do is touch you." He told her, his eyes re-opening through his smile.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

She smiled stupidly, still unsure of the whole thing. "And what will we do once we are out of here?"

"Head to Muggle America. I know my way around there quite well. From there we can figure something out."

"They'll kill you for sure if I go with you."

"You have no choice, remember?"

"Don't I?"

"If you don't apparate us now, I'll surely kill you with my brute strength."

"I'm so scared." She grabbed onto his shoulder, ignoring his sharp intake of breath from the pain, and with a whisper of words both disappeared from the room, a small note left behind in the dust that he had written to let a certain green eyed brunette know of the situation.

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Anger twisted into his features, showing ugliness as Harry stared into the emptiness before him. His plans had failed him, and other Aurors stared confusedly into each other's eyes, and then at their savior, who had somehow led them wrongly.

"He fucking lied to me." His first thought was to blame Hermione, because it seemed she had not really given Malfoy the Veriteserum, but he realized that there was no way that could be possible. Malfoy had tricked them all somehow.

They apparated back to head quarters, and before anyone could get a word out to Harry, he had disappeared from their sight.

"He's going to kill him!" Dumbledore screamed, fear in his eyes for what seemed like the first time to any of the other Aurors. "We have to find Ronald Weasley."

They scrambled around, only to find that the red headed boy was missing as well.

"Where is Hermione?" Dumbledore shouted, his face twisted in desperate anger.

"She's been gone for hours." An Auror replied cautiously, afraid of the Headmaster's expression. Dumbledore was gone before he even finished his sentence.

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"How could this have happened?" Harry stared at the note with blurry vision as tears of frustration and fear and worry slipped from his eyes. Ron only shook with anger.

In neatly scrawled handwriting were the biting words of their escaped prisoner. Both could clearly see the mocking smirk on the blonde's face through his writing. They had no way of telling how he had escaped and managed to take Hermione with him, nor when he had escaped.

He could have gone anywhere, and that was the scariest part of their dilemma.

"It's…my fault." Harry began miserably, the embarrassment, guilt, and hurt taking its toll on his exhausted form. "Now Hermione's in danger! I shouldn't have put her up to this! And no one will ever take me seriously again, especially not Professor Dumbledore." Tears were leaking from his emerald green eyes and he ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to comfort himself. Ron stared awkwardly at him, unsure and filled with horrible rage.

Deep down inside the redhead knew that the way he had treated Malfoy may have something to do with the way that Malfoy was probably treating Hermione. "I didn't even wait for her this morning." He admitted, sitting down next to the weeping brunette. He wiped bitterly at his own tears, placing a hand on his best friend's shoulder.

"If we find him, we'll kill him." Harry stated, looking toward the hand now resting on his shoulders. His friend's hand tensed up, just as Harry knew it would.

"No Harry." He answered quietly. "WHEN we find him, we'll kill him."

Both stood, unsure of what their next moves would be. Then Harry spoke, knowing that although it wasn't what he wanted to do, it was the right thing to do. Hermione was in grave danger, there could be no more playing around.

"We need to alert Dumbledore, and send out a search party."

Both boys apparated from the room, a small piece of paper left behind in the dust with the words "I've got Granger. And if you want to see her alive again you'd better hope you get to me before I grow bored of her, and be ready to 'negotiate'." written in a neat handwriting.

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((I'm open to suggestions as to where things could go from here))