-1Title: When Harry Met Draco
Chapter 4: Hostage Situations
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"Ms. Granger, that face you're making really is quite unbecoming," the gorgeous man informed Hermione, who was snarling at the plate in front of her.
"Is it really? Maybe next time I'll freshen up before I'm kidnapped!" Hermione snapped. "Who the hell are you anyways?"
"Ms. Granger, do you really expect me to divulge my name? Don't you watch movies or television? The bad guy never tells his victim his name- that would be foolish."
"The next time a hostage situation becomes integral to the plot of Friends, I'll let you know!"
"Ms. Granger, really, you're not in that bad of a rut. I mean, you are on a private, posh jet, seated on leather. You should really take your friend's example," the man said, looking to Ginny. The redhead was calmly sitting next to the window, drawing smiley faces in the condensation and making fish faces.
Hermione looked to the man. "Listen here. I have done nothing in my entire life that would make be a desirable kidnapping victim."
The man chuckled. "Ms. Granger-"
"Would you stop calling me that!"
"I'm just trying to be polite."
"You've kidnapped me! I think the time for cordiality is far behind us!"
"Fine, Hermione, we have not and will not ever treat you unreasonably…."
The man continued speaking, but Hermione wasn't conscious of it. At the sound of the man's voice speaking her name, she fell into a sort of nauseous stupor. A good nauseous stupor. An unbelievable nauseous stupor. She looked at the man. He was gorgeous, tall, brunette, well-built. Sort of like Harry, whom she had always fancied a bit… and nothing like Ron. The man continued speaking.
'What the hell are you thinking, Hermione? He's kidnapped you, for Chandler's sake!'
The man had finished speaking, and finding Hermione unresponsive, felt he had put her right and left the room. Hermione turned to Ginny, who was looking at Hermione with a happy, unperturbed expression.
"He's a nice fellow," Ginny observed.
"Shut up," Hermione huffed.
Meanwhile…
Dean and Ron found themselves in a similar predicament to their significant others. While they were still fettered, now to each other, their blindfolds had been removed and they could see they were in a well-decorated flat.
"What of it? What the bloody hell have you done with us?" Dean demanded of the woman in the red dress, at whom Ron was looking with the same expression he had graced his many quarter pounders.
"Oh shut it," Pansy said flippantly. "Isn't it obvious? You've been kidnapped."
"I bloody know that, but why?!"
Pansy sat across from them, crossing her legs and beginning to file her nails.
"Look, your questions are cute and all, but you can't really expect an answer," Pansy replied. She looked to the two large men, who were seated a few feet away. "What is it with hostages these days? Can't scare them stupid anymore. Darius says he's been having trouble with one of the bitches he's got."
"So you make a habit of this?" Dean asked fiercely.
"More like a career," Pansy answered.
A phone rang, and Pansy reached to her purse and removed a small silver cell phone.
"Hello? Oh, Darius, it's you." Pansy's lips curved into a smirk and her voice lowered. "Hmm, you're right, but there's time for that later." She looked to Dean and Ron. "Oh yes, I think he would much enjoy that, if he could take his eyes off me," Pansy laughed. "But I'm all for psychological turmoil. Put her on."
Pansy walked to Ron, and put the phone to his ear. His eyes widened, and were quickly torn away from Pansy's decent sized bosom.
"Hermione! What, where are you? What's going on? Are you okay?" Ron asked, becoming anxious. Dean started at Hermione's name.
"They've got Hermione too! Do they have Ginny? Is Ginny okay?" Dean asked, alarmed.
"Hermione says Ginny's okay," Ron answered. "They're on a plane…they're forcing her to eat awful food, they won't tell her anything."
"What's Ginny doing?"
Ron asked. "She's counting her toes," Ron replied.
"I love it when she does that," Dean breathed. He turned to Pansy. "You've got the girls too! Why all of this?! Are you going to hurt them?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," Pansy said nonchalantly, taking the phone away from Ron. "Put Darius on," she commanded.
"Twenty minutes? Excellent," Pansy said contentedly after a few moments. "See you tomorrow, I'll be waiting," Pansy nearly whispered, her lips puckering seductively.
She closed the phone. "Get them into the van. We're heading out."
Meanwhile…
Harry and Draco, well-rested and a little frisky, remained in their cell, chatting quietly. Draco was surprised he wasn't more upset, but after talking to Harry, he had gained a little more faith in Bonnie. Anyone who wanted his ass as much as she did wouldn't feed him to the dogs.
The guard, whose name they were finally told (Fabian), skipped to their cell. "Got some snacks for ya boys."
Once he had left, Fabian walked to his desk at the end of the hall. By the hour, it was clear that Harry and Draco were getting closer and closer, and he had seen every bit of it. Fabian sat back in his chair contentedly, watching the boys eat and cuddle. "That cube was the best thing I've ever created," he said smugly.
Fabian's phone rang, and when he answered, discovered it to be Bonnie Mockeran. "Why, hello Bonnie. Been mooching off any other blonde ass since you were here?" he asked innocently.
"Don't give me none of that now, these are serious times. Tell the boys I will be back in two days with information. I've got all my people on this case, and two days should be plenty of time for them to get enough dirt for a meetin'."
"Alright Bonnie, I'll let them know."
Fabian smirked and hung up. He quickly dialed a number on his cell.
"It's Fabian. The Mockeran woman called me, and she's coming in two days for a meeting with Potter and Malfoy," he whispered.
"You know what to do, Fabian. Get the woman and the gits to the right place in two days' time, do you hear?"
"Yes, of course," Fabian said. "I can't wait to stop acting like this awful flouncy poofter I've been sashaying around as."
"Well keep doing it for now. It will make the execution of your plan easier."
"Of course," Fabian answered with a sigh. "Until next time."
'Two more days, only two, Fabian,' he thought, and was glad that Mockeran's "people" were as efficient as they were.
Meanwhile…
Hermione and Ginny were both relieved and alarmed. Hearing Ron's voice had reassured Hermione, and quelled the nagging feeling of attraction for the gorgeous man.
Hermione had not thought of Harry and his situation, but now he popped into her mind and she groaned. What was the boy going to do? He had no parents, no siblings to get him through this. She didn't know anything about Draco. She hoped that everything had been smoothed over, for their sake at least- Harry was the only intelligent person they knew.
The gorgeous man appeared before her.
"I bet you're ready for a trip to the loo," he said. "How about it?"
"I suppose," Hermione said under her breath, standing. The gorgeous man, Darius to everyone but Hermione, took her arm and led her to the small toilet. Outside of the vestibule, Darius removed her handcuffs and pushed her lightly in. To her surprise, he followed.
He locked the door to the vestibule and pushed Hermione against a wall.
"I'm glad your little friend is so harmless," Darius breathed inches from Hermione's face. "Or else I couldn't leave her to do this."
Hermione turned her head when Darius made for her lips.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Hermione screeched.
"What does it look I'm doing? I'm…taking advantage of the situation," he said with a malicious curve of the lips.
"I have a boyfriend," Hermione replied instinctively, although even in this peculiar place she know found herself in, the comforts of home were being washed out by Darius' warm breath.
"Hm, I know, Ron is it? Well, at least you have a good excuse," he reasoned, her struggles not keeping his lips from her neck. Darius was big, and pressed against the wall of the vestibule, she could feel his entire body. Hard thighs, hard chest…She looked at him straight on, at his eyes. She stopped struggling. She relaxed, calculating. He was right…she did have a good excuse.
She put her arms around the man's waist and slammed him into her, and he kissed her hard. Darius found her breasts with little effort, and found them to be quite full and flushed. He removed her sweater, and her chest was an epicenter of activity. Darius looked quite delicious naked, and Hermione soon found herself on bended knee, for the first time in her life taking a cock into her mouth with absolute vigor.
'Now I know why Ron always wanted to play hostage and kidnapper.'
Meanwhile…
Dean and Ron, sullen in their own airplane, sat silently. Pansy laid out and slept, unworried about the men near her.
"Don't you think Heathrow would be a bit curious as to why all of these private planes are disembarking today- after being met with an unmarked van, no less?" Dean asked after awhile.
"You'd think so, mate. I guess I know where I'm taking my hostages in the future."
Dean sighed. "What the hell do they want with a couple of blokes from Surrey?"
"And our girlfriends," Ron added.
"Yeah, you're right. They must be really afraid…I miss Ginny so much."
"I miss Hermione," Ron said, and Pansy's body then didn't seem to do much for him.
Meanwhile…
"Oh, yes, please, don't stop!"
Meanwhile…
Harry and Draco had been informed of Bonnie's plan, and had been allowed to walk around a bit and take care of their loo matters. Back in their cell, with two days of nothing ahead of them, they resorted to the only activities available: arm-wrestling, thumb-wrestling, and Truth or Dare, shortened to simply Truth in light of their current vicinity.
"Have you ever fucked in public?"
"Have you ever eaten pussy?"
"Did you ever cheat on a test?"
"Have you ever been in love?"
It was Draco who had asked that question, and nuzzled in Harry's arm pit, he looked up at the brunette, his eyes curious.
"Yes…I suppose that's why I'm in this mess," Harry answered. "I fell in love with Snape…Severus is his first name…when I was 21. He had comforted me after my parents died…and after that time with him, I couldn't see myself being with anyone else."
"Why did the relationship end?" Draco asked.
"One night…I got drunk…and I slept with another man," Harry said dejectedly. "Of course, I felt guilty afterwards, and still drunk, got the tattoo on my back."
Harry looked to Draco. "I had to tell him. He threw me out. Luckily, my friends Hermione and Ron took me in, and I started working and living in Surrey." Draco put his hand on Harry's chest in sympathy, but didn't say anything until a half an hour had passed.
"Why were you in London then?"
"Ginny, the redhead from the nail salon, remember? She's getting married in a month, and we were doing the dress shopping. She insisted on going to London for it."
"Bloody women and their dresses," Draco murmured, for some reason feeling sleepy once again.
"Mm," Harry agreed. Draco looked up at Harry, his eyes blue and clear. Harry leaned forward and lightly touched Draco's lips with his.
"More," Draco said softly.
"Not yet," Harry said. "Not yet."
