"WE CAN'T JUST SIT HERE AND MULL OVER WORTHLESS IDEAS! LET'S KILL HIM NOW!"

"Calm down Ron!" Harry yelled.

It had been twenty-four hours since Hermione had been kidnapped and the Order were having a hard time trying to keep Ron from leaving and doing something he would regret whilst trying to think up a game plan.

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN WHILST HERM-"

Thud! The sound rung out in the silence as the order watched Ron fall to the floor unconscious.

The sound of footsteps followed as everyone turned and looked as one of the Weasley twins walked into the room.

"What? I had to do it; how else were you planning on shutting him up?"

"Fred! Just because he was being a pain does not mean you have to use magic!" Molly Weasley scolded as she got George to help her put Ron on the couch.

"We don't even know if she was kidnapped by Death Eaters" Remus Lupin finally spoke up. Full moon had just past and he was still looking a little worse for wear.

Harry gave him a 'you've got to be kidding me' look, "Considering we are in a war against Voldermort-" (Everyone in the room cringed) "-And she is my best friend, I highly doubt it was anyone but Death Eaters."

"I say we wait for information to come, maybe she is bait?" Bill Weasley suggested leaning against the door frame; his wife Fleur standing beside him looking deep in thought.

"But how do you know they will even send information?" Harry sighed and frowned at no one in particular.

"Harry, he has a point; if she is bait then You-Know-Who will definitely send some kind of hint or something." Arthur Weasley said.

The Order stood in silence around the Weasley's living room all deep in thought. Not bothering to suggest any more ideas. They all knew what had happened.

Hermione had been kidnapped.

Now they just had to figure out how to get her back.

Harry looked over at the unconscious form of Ron on the couch and felt sorry for the guy; it was obvious how much he liked Hermione. If only they could get her back…


"Drakey poo! I'm here."

Draco inwardly cringed; he could place that high irritating voice anywhere. He was just wondering what she was doing here in the first place.

He got up from where he was sitting on the plush green sofa and walked over to where the dark haired girl waited at the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asked with a hint of irritability in his voice.

"Why do you think?" The girl purred, trying to sound seductive but in Draco's eyes she just looked like she needed to use the bathroom or something.

"I'm busy" He stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't believe you" She said with a pout as she sat down on Draco's bed. He watched as she tried to lean back in a seductive pose. It wasn't working; in fact Draco was getting more irritated by the second. Couldn't she get the picture that he wasn't interested.

"Piss off Pansy, I have better things to do than do anything with you."

"Uh huh, sure, so you've been leading me on all these years," she sniffed. Draco sighed, now she was turning it around to be about her. Draco glanced at the bathroom door; Hermione wouldn't be coming out anytime soon.

She had been crying all night and it was getting on Draco's nerves so around two in the morning he finally yelled and placed a silencing charm on the door and stormed to bed.

Pansy brought him out of his thoughts when he felt the flutter of kisses trailing his neck. He moaned in pleasure; maybe one quick shag wouldn't be too bad, after all he hadn't had a girl in his bed for months. Not with all these death eaters lurking around the house. He just kept to his room except for meal times and meetings.

Draco turned and faced Pansy, she was looking up at him with pursed lips; it kind of made her look like a duck but at the moment he didn't care. The sexual tension in the room was almost painful.

He caught her in a searing kiss, there was no feeling for him. His tongue entered her mouth and a battle began. Draco became desperate; kissing Pansy with such force he thought his lips would probably be bruised after this. Her hands raked through his blonde hair and moved down to his next massaging circles into his knotted muscles; making him moan in pleasure.

Pansy took this as her signal and moved to his buttons. It was happening so fast Draco wasn't sure what was happening, all he was thinking about was the pressure he needed to release down south.

They were standing in the middle of Draco's bedroom, holding on to each other while they engaged in a heated battle. He finally had enough, he picked her up and placed her on the bed. She looked up at him, her pupils dilated with lust and need, mouth slightly open, and panting like she had just run a marathon.

I wonder what Hermione would look like if she was in this position. The random thought that popped up in Draco's mind shocked him so much that he looked down at Pansy and took her as fast as he could manage.


Meanwhile Hermione was laying on a pile of green fluffy towels in a cold bathroom. After hours of crying, not only for her bloodied up foot, but the fact she didn't know whether she'd get to see Harry or Ginny or especially Ron. The thought made her sob even harder and she fell asleep crying.

To her immense displeasure only a few hours later she was woken up to a lot of screaming and groaning outside the door.

"What the heck?" She mumbled to herself as she sat up and rubbed her eyes, her back was sore from sleeping on the tiles and she really needed to pee. At least I'm in a bathroom she thought as she stood up and washed her face in the sink. Her hair was as bushy as ever and she attempted to tame it with some water. There was no way she was touching any of Malfoy's products, besides, there was so many she didn't know where to begin. He's like male Barbie!

After she finished her business and was slightly freshened up she sat back down and lent against the door. She thought her position over; she had been kidnapped by Draco Malfoy, to be used as bait to lure Harry, she had a cut up foot, and she was sitting in in a bathroom.

Well, crying isn't going to help me escape… and I bet I will be stuck in here for a while, might as well start thinking about an escape; you are Hermione Granger, brightest witch of your age!

She guessed she had been leaning on the door for at least half an hour, she screaming and grunting had stopped; she had an inkling of what was going on outside but she didn't want to be proved right.

Just as Hermione was about to get up and try and open the door she heard voices.

"See I knew my Drakey Poo was still in there somewhere."

Hermione recognized that voice, she just couldn't place it.

"Drakey? Don't sleep let's do it again!"

"Piss off Pansy, I'm done with you"

Pansy?! Seriously!

"Fine, and I thought you had changed" Pansy's voice turned cold.

"Yeah whatever now leave, I have stuff to do"

Hermione sat on the other side of the door gob smacked, he really was a cold evil bastard, just using Pansy like that; even though she is a bitch herself.

She was brought out of her thoughts as the door behind her opened and she fell backwards onto the floor rather ungraciously. She felt someone's feet underneath her and opened her eyes; Draco was scowling down at her.

"Oh, I forgot you were in here."

"You shouldn't use Pansy like that"

"Did I ask for your opinion, Mudblood?"

"Considering I had to listening to you fornicating all morning then yes, it is my opinion!"

She watched as Draco cringed before glaring down at her. Next thing she knew she had been lifted up in the air and flung into the bedroom.

Hermione whimpered and crouched on the ground clutching her wrist, she had landed on it and it had made a disgusting crunching sound.

Draco walked over to her and crouched down next to her.

"Don't. Ever. Talk. Back. To. Your. Superiors!" He whispered, though quiet Hermione could feel the force and danger in it.

"You are not my superior!" Hermione spat at him.

She had gone too far.

Draco held out his hand and and slapped Hermione across the face so hard that there was a loud cracking sound. She gasped and her hand immediately flew up to her now red and stinging cheek. It had already started going purple.

Draco looked at her with wide eyes, he appeared to be in shock at his sudden actions, he quickly got up and ran into the bathroom where he locked the door.

Hermione sat on the floor, her eyes were watering but refusing to spill. She got up cradling her broken wrist and walked over so the French doors where she sat and looked out into the dark. She heard Draco come back into the room but she didn't talk or even look at him. She heard the bed groan and the lights go out.


Outside Scabior walked down the hall frowning. The Dark Lord won't be happy with the results.

He entered the Malfoy dining room to find Voldemort sitting at the head of the table with Nagini laying on his lap.

"They're still fighting my Lord."

"Don't fret, Scabior; it's only been a day. Trust me my plans will work. They always work."

"Yes, but-"

"-do you doubt me Scabior?"

"No but it's-"

"Crucio!"

"Trust me she'll be begging to join the right side soon enough, all with good time."

And with that Voldemort swept out of the room, leaving a very painful Scabior laying on the floor wondering what plans the Dark Lord had made.