Harry was always prepared when Draco saw him in the past years. He was determined to do everything, to risk his own life. That's why Draco hated him so much, partially because he was with Hermione, and partially because he was ultimately better than him, ultimately more popular and more likeable without him trying. Draco, on the other hand, sticks out like a sore thumb amidst a sea of hands, and he gets in a better light by making others look sore. Draco always despised Harry, and he always watched him from afar, not as usual as Hermione, though. After the war, he accepted the truth that Harry was as good as ever, as innocent as a unicorn, and as noble as the greatest King of the world.

But in this situation, Harry was losing it.

He was pacing back and forth in the first unused classroom they found, his pale hands twisting, his lifeless lips opening and closing. Ginny was examining the handkerchief from her older brother. Luna Lovegood was busy with the Marauder's Map (a map that showed everyone in the castle, except people in the Room of Requirement), and Neville Longbottom was looking at the window, muttering to himself about possible destinations where Ron might've taken Hermione.

And here was Draco, moping about Hermione, thinking of possible ways to murder Ron mercilessly, each idea more ruthless and less satisfying than the previous one.

"Got any ideas, yet?" he asked Harry tentatively. His mother acted that way whenever his father would be in Death Eater activity, and in those moments that he would talk, his mother would always explode.

Harry sighed in defeat. "No," he muttered. Then his hands went flying to his hair and he cried in anguish.

Draco was about to comfort him, although not calm himself, when a knock was heard. Draco opened it and in came Professor McGonagall, accompanied by Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Weasley, Ms. Lovegood," Professor McGonagall addressed, "I have news."

She took a deep breath, but Harry cut her off.

"Hermione's been kidnapped."

"And Ron was the culprit." Ginny said disgustingly.

"Well, I see you aren't behind on the news," McGonagall said, looking impressed, "and the Minister here had some Aurors taking care of the search. If you would like, you could help them. Hogwarts is currently seeking healing with Muggle methods, and it so happens that tomorrow will be the start of semester break."

Harry seemed stunned. Was Professor McGonagall actually telling them that they were allowed to search for them?

"Alright," Harry said, and Kingsley nodded.

"My Aurors have asked the Weasley family about his places of hiding," Kingsley began in his deep, reassuring voice, "but both parents are clueless. They are, however, similarly livid," he chuckled, "and they are expected to be also joining the man hunt."

"Do you have any ideas where they might be?" Professor McGonagall asked at large.

"Yes," Neville said suddenly with so much seriousness in his voice.

"Great, we can go to Hogsmeade right now and Apparate there," Kingsley replied, and without another word, the party of seven trudged out of the castle with determined faces.

Draco walked outside and regretted it almost at once. The atmosphere was freezing, and here he was, in a thin cloak with Muggle clothing underneath.

Perfect. This is just perfect.

He could see the others wrap themselves more tightly with their cloaks. Harry was still shivering slightly even though his cloak hugged his form tightly. Ginny was rubbing her hands together. Neville had chattering teeth. Luna was breathing hard on her hands and rubbing her arms. They walked to Hogsmeade, the neighboring Wizarding village.

Draco always looked at Hogsmeade as though it was a Christmas village. But now… now, it was giving the impression of an abandoned one. Several stores were boarded up like the ones in Diagon Alley. The only ones standing were the Three Broomsticks, Honeydukes, the Hog's Head, and numerous stores that Draco hadn't realized until today.

"All right, gather round," Professor McGonagall ordered, "and hold hands with Neville, so we can Apparate. Minister, are you done?"

"Yes," Kingsley replied while stowing his wand inside his cloak as a silver lynx leapt into the darkness, "I've just sent a message to the Aurors that we will be with Neville."

They nodded and held hands with Neville. Professor McGonagall was beside him, then Luna, then Draco, then Harry, Ginny, and Kingsley.

"Are you ready?" Neville asked. They all nodded. "Okay,"

The next thing Draco knew, he was being forced into a tight rubber tube. He felt Harry's hand twist dangerously away and doubled his grip. After being driven to near suffocation, he felt his feet slam into ground.

"Hey, Neville," Draco heard Ginny say timidly.

"Yeah?" answered Neville.

"Why the hell are we in a forest?"

A/N: Hehe. I had a bit of fun at the first part. *giggles*

Tell me guys what you think. I'm going to update a lot tonight, because I was making this story and was saving it for my friends to see and I thought to just upload it here. It now has ten chapters, and, well, I think I'll update on a Sunday, a Saturday, or a holiday. Hahaha. :DD

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