Jace, I'll try to explain in this chapter. The one I wrote can be put up next chapter. I'll use this chance to clarify and work up the plot a little. I'm not sure. I'm going off random thoughts. Let's see how it goes. It's short but it serves its purpose as a clarification.

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Draco glared at Hermione. "There's some shit here I don't quite understand."

A smug grin lit up Hermione's features. "Not like that's anything new."

"I'll have you know that I…" He trailed off, cowering only slightly under the icy frown Blaise was sending him. "Fine. My first question, why did you get this gun thing if you're a witch?"

"The strip club is a muggle club. I'd look more protected if I had a gun rather than a stick of wood." Draco lifted his gaze off the floor, his eyes sparkling with a disgusting comment he could use and opened his mouth. Deciding against making his comment, Draco continued.

"Why would there be an investigation?"

"My parents are well known dentists. If I was found shot, the police would look for the killer. Vivica didn't have any family and our boss reports missing girls but the police wouldn't think of it as high profile."

"You're not that important." Draco scoffed.

"I'm not." Hermione agreed. "But my name is. If the police didn't find Oller, McGonagall would."

Blaise nodded. "Yeah, she does obsess just a teensy bit over you." Hermione stuck her tongue out. "Besides, it seems like those two brutes are wizards. Couldn't she track them? Why didn't they use their wands to kill that stripper?"

"She could but I'm pretty sure they have plenty of fake identities and wands. They wouldn't use a wand because a girl found dead of no causes would shine suspicion onto them. They're well known in the crime world and plenty of people are out to get them. It would tip them off. Besides, it's much faster the muggle way. Even a wizard couldn't stop a bullet."

Draco looked put out. "Way to take the fun out of everything, Granger. I just have one more question."

"What."

He sat silent for a moment before turning to look at Hermione. "Why now?"

"Why now what?"

Blaise nodded, more to himself than anyone else. "Why would they kidnap you now, with us, if you said you wouldn't talk?" His dark blue eyes met hers. She had talked to him only a few times before this and she felt no loving feelings towards him, but seeing his dark skin smudged with dirt, his hair a mess and his robes ripped, she knew that she would end up telling him everything.If only Draco Malfoy wasn't so 

annoying. Sighing, she looked at the floor, ashamed. Blaise stared at her for a moment before his eyes widened. "You talked."

It was statement, not a question. She had gone against her promise and now two boys she barely knew were paying for it. Hermione felt terrible.

Hermione stood up, her feet still connected and her arms behind her back. "We're getting out of here."

Draco looked up at her, his slightly ruffled blond locks hanging over his eyes. "How?"

Hermione turned a few times. She looked around the room, staring at the all the items in the room. "I have no idea. Normally I can make up a plan in moments but I must confess, I never thought this would happen."

"I've got it!" Blaise was still on the floor but he was staring across the room at Hermione, his eyes set on her. "I've got a plan."

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