A/N: Many thanks for the reviews. I was watching a Dramione video… Hurricane by xXDracoLoverXx… it inspired me to get started on this chapter. A really good video if you want to check it out!

DISCLAIMER: Only the plot!

Chapter Seven

The museum stood before them, solid and almost intimidating in nature. Hermione started up the steps but stopped when she noticed Draco wasn't walking with her. She turned to look at him and saw he was seated on the steps, looking down at the ground.

Hermione walked back down and sat beside him silently. She knew he would speak when he felt he could.

Draco let out a slow breath and lifted his head up, gazing at the muggle world around him. Had he really become attached to this world in some way?

"Sorry," muttered Draco, "I just… I feel a bit overwhelmed, you know?"

Hermione nodded slowly in reply, one hand absentmindedly fiddling with a silver bangle she was wearing.

"This is the… you know what world… I just don't see how I became so… so… involved with it."

"You didn't visit it on a daily basis, Draco," retorted Hermione, "We only ever stepped into it to visit my family, which was awkward for you the first dozen or so times. You didn't just dance around with a 'I love muggles' sign on you."

Draco shot Hermione an irritated glare and made a gesture to the building behind them, "Shall we see if any smell will help trigger my memory?"

"What triggered your last one?"

"What?"

"You heard me, Draco. What triggered it?"

Draco glanced away from Hermione before looking back, "Holding your hand if you must know."

Hermione frowned and looked at her hand, "The potion must really be working… kiss me."

"What?" cried Draco leaning away from Hermione.

"Kiss me, dammit!"

"Granger, you have truly gone mental!"

"A kiss is a powerful thing, Draco… it may be the key to unlocking more than one memory!"

Draco raised an eyebrow, considering Hermione's reasoning behind the kiss. He leaned forward and chanced a glance at her lips. They were a soft pink colour, the bottom lip was slightly fuller then the top and if he truly admitted it to himself – they did look desirably kissable.

Without thinking, Draco leaned forward and captured Hermione's lips with his. Instantly her hands were pulling him closer as she melted into the kiss. Draco slid his hands around her back, pulling her onto his lap as his tongue slid across her bottom lip before hers touched his.

Searing pain.

Blinding pain shot across Draco's mind. Without thinking, Draco shoved Hermione away, not noticing her stumble down two steps before regaining her footing.

"Argh!" cried Draco clutching his forehead with his eyes squeezed shut, "Shit! Make it stop… make it bloody stop!"

"Draco!" cried Hermione kneeling before him, "Draco, what is it?"

"It hurts… my head… I feel like I am going to die… god, make it bloody stop!"

"I need you to stand up… come on… up, Draco."

Hermione gripped him by the arm and slowly, helped him down the steps. Ignoring the odd looks from the surrounding muggles, Hermione pulled Draco down the street and up a deserted alleyway. The whole walk, Draco stumbled, moaning and groaning in agonizing pain. Hermione was terrified he would pass out, or quite literally die before her. Sweat covered his pale white face and the only thing keeping him half standing was Hermione's grip on his arm, which she slung around her shoulders so she could hold him by the waist.

"Okay," said Hermione as they ducked behind a large skip bin, "Bab – Draco, we are going to apperate. I'm taking you to Ginny."

Draco groaned in response as Hermione apperated them with a loud crack to the front step of Harry and Ginny's place.

"GINNY!" yelled Hermione as she banged on the door with her free hand, "GINNY!"

"Fuck!" groaned Draco, his legs giving way as a sharp stabbing pain shot across his skull. He let out an agonizing scream as another shot of pain raced in the opposite direction.

Hermione crouched down beside Draco, tears threatening to spill, "Don't you pass out on me, Draco. Don't!"

Draco's eyes opened and Hermione nearly fell back in surprise. They were full of love, love for her.

"Hermione," he gasped, "Babe… I love – argh!"

"DRACO!" screamed Hermione clutching at his shoulder's, "Draco, come back to me! Draco!"

Draco fell limp, his head falling back and smacking the ground behind him. Hermione climbed over to his side, quickly checking for a pulse which she found.

At that moment the front door swung open with Ginny and Harry coming out in dressing gowns.

"What's happened?" demanded Ginny, kneeling beside Draco.

"We-we went to the muggle museum – it's where we got married, like I said… before we left when I touched his hand, he got a memory… so I told him to kiss me, which he did… once it got steamy he just started screaming in-in pain… he said it hurt… his head… Ginny, please tell me he will be okay!"

Harry kneeled down and stood Hermione up and moved her back as Ginny conjured a stretcher. She floated Draco inside on the stretcher to the dining table and summoned her medical supplies.

Nervously, Hermione stood in the doorway, biting her nails as Harry rubbed her back reassuringly.

"Did it bring any memories, back?" asked Ginny as she hurried through necessary tests.

"No- no wait yes… just before he passed out my Draco came through. He… he said my name and was about to say he loved me when pain hit him… is he okay?"

"His vitals have evened out, so the pain as stopped… I'm not sure about his memory though."

Hermione felt her heart squeeze in sharp pain and gave a small nod.

"Hermione, let's go sit out the back, huh? I'm sure Ginny will call us if she needs us, right Gin?"

Ginny nodded as she dropped a few pain relief potion drops into Draco's mouth.

It felt like hours went by but it was only ten minutes before Ginny stepped out to the back deck where Hermione was pacing back and forth. As soon as Hermione laid eyes on Ginny she rushed over to her.

"How is he?" demanded Hermione.

"Gone."

"What?" cried Hermione, staggering backwards.

"Not dead! Sorry… I turned around to wet a cloth and when I turned back he was gone," explained Ginny.

"How?" frowned Harry, "Did you hear anyone apperate?"

"No. Not a sound. I swear, it was a split second."

Hermione grabbed her purse from the nearby table and hurried back inside and made a beeline for the front door.

"Hermione!" called Harry running after her, "Hermione, wait!"

"No!" shouted Hermione before vanishing with a loud crack.


Before her stood the Malfoy Manor and without hesitation, Hermione shoved the gates open and ran up the footpath. She heard a crack echo in the air behind her and didn't need to stop and turn to know it was Harry coming after her, whether to stop whatever she was about to do or support her.

At the front door Hermione pounded on it numerous times before grabbing the handle and twisting it. To her surprise the door opened with ease and she nearly fell into the main entrance.

Footsteps hurried along the hall and into the room as Hermione stood upright with Harry running into the manor behind her.

"What is the meaning of this?" demanded Narcissa glaring from Hermione to Harry.

"Where is Draco?" asked Hermione, glaring at the loathsome woman, "Tell me!"

"Clearly if he left your date so early that must tell you he doesn't want a thing to do with you."

Hermione stepped towards Narcissa, who took a slight backwards.

"Hermione," said Harry warningly, but not attempting to restrain his furious friend.

"Draco was with me. Either you or your husband took him. Tell me where he is, now!"

Narcissa smirked and rolled her eyes, "Clearly you forget your place in this world, Mudblood. I do not have to answer the likes of you."

"No, but I do remember Draco once telling me that a Malfoy is always welcome at the Manor… now… my last name is Malfoy… hence why the property let me in. Therefore you cannot forcefully remove me – correct Harry?"

"That's what the law states as well," agreed Harry.

"Yes, and guests of the Malfoy's are welcome to stay until the person who invites them in requests they leave… so Harry, feel free to stay as long as you want. In fact you can come and go as you please."

Narcissa glared at Hermione, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Hermione smiled sweetly and walked past her and towards the hall. Harry followed closely behind her and up the staircase.

Once out of earshot of the irritated woman, Harry hurried to Hermione's side.

"How can you be sure he is here?"

"I can't be. It's the only logical place I can think of at the moment," replied Hermione as she saw Draco's bedroom door.

She turned the handle but it didn't budge. Pulling her wand out, Hermione tapped it numerous times as she mentally rattled off numerous unlocking charms.

Each time the door still wouldn't budge.

"Open up!" cried Hermione thumping the door.

"HERMIONE!" came Draco's yell from behind the door, "HERMIONE RU-"

"Draco!" screamed Hermione in reply, "I'm not leaving you, I swear to you I'm not letting them keep you away!"

Harry gestured for Hermione to move as he looked at the door and pointed his wand firmly at it. A bolt of neon yellow light erupted from the end of the wand, shattering the door to shards of wood with some pieces smoking in the wake of the spell.

Hermione ran in first with Harry following in time to see Lucius grab her husband and vanish with a resounding crack.

"NO!" screamed Hermione crumpling to the ground.

Harry knelt beside Hermione putting an arm around her comfortingly as he cursed out loud. He nearly fell back as Hermione shoved his arm off of her and stood up. She rolled her shoulder's back and took a deep breath before turning and marching out of her husband's bedroom and back downstairs to where Narcissa stood in the sitting room.

"Where did he take him?" demanded Hermione glaring at Narcissa furiously.

"As if I would tell the filthy likes of you," snarled the pale featured woman.

Hermione walked forwards till her wand was pointed in Narcissa's chest. The woman's grey eyes looked from the wand to Hermione's angry face and showed the fear her pounding heart was radiating throughout her body.

"I don't like you. In fact, I detest you. But you know, as much as you hate it, that I love Draco and it kills you to know he truly loves me. Tell me where he is? What is Lucius doing to him?" demanded Hermione.

"Lucius is getting our Draco back. You won't stop him."

"You are wrong," snarled Hermione as she pushed the tip of her wand into Narcissa harder, "I won't stop until I get Draco back… he doesn't want to be here and no matter how many times you modify his memory, he won't really want to be back here."

Hermione pulled her wand away and stepped back. Within a split second Narcissa pulled her wand out and sent a hex in Hermione's direction. Reflex kicked in as Hermione blocked it, sending it slamming into Narcissa who slammed backwards into the piano behind her.

Hermione looked up as Harry hurried in, "What is it?"

"I found something in Lucius' office," said Harry holding up a thick folder, "I have officials on the way. I am declaring this place a crime scene in the abduction of Draco Malfoy."

Harry walked past Hermione and flicked his wand towards Narcissa and bound her wrists behind her.

"Narcissa Malfoy, you are under arrest for assisting in the abduction of Draco Malfoy. Anything you say can and I will make sure that it is used against you before the Wizengamot."

Harry moved Narcissa over to a chair and pushed her into it. With a flick of his wand another chair slid over to behind Harry for him to sit in.

"You are under official questioning," said Harry holding his wand over Narcissa's right hand, "Therefore, should you try and lie to me you will receive a full body stinging hex. Each lie will strengthen the automatic hex… I really recommend being truthful with me."

As Harry finished his official speech four Aurors walked in. Harry stood and walked over to them, with Hermione following.

"Hermione, this is Maria," said Harry gesturing to the fit looking woman with her long brown hair in a braid. She nodded at Hermione, her hazel eyes holding a steely determination about them, "And this is Ashton," Ashton gave Hermione a warm smile, which reached his brown eyes. He ran a hand through his light brown hair and looked back at Harry awaiting further instruction, "These two are the most recent graduates onto our team – top of the class – Lisa Dwyer and Clifford Harper."

The two nodded at Hermione but didn't pay her much attention.

"Right, so Draco has been abducted by his father," said Harry, "It is my belief he has had his memory modified."

"He hit his head playing Quidditch," spoke up Lisa making Hermione want to punch the girl for her idiocy.

"Yeah and so have I," snapped Maria shooting Lisa an irritated look, "Keep silent until you have something useful to say, Dwyer… Boss, both Ash and I had a feeling more was happening here once you filled us in. I've ordered the investigation squad to come and process the Manor for evidence. We won't stop until we find something."

Harry gave a nod and placed the folder on the table before them, "This folder contains photographs of Draco and… and you Hermione."

Hermione frowned and Harry opened it and revealed a pile of photographs – most were at Draco but there were a few of Hermione and of her and Draco together on various outings and at their home.

"Lucius has obviously been keeping tabs on you both for quite some time," murmured Ashton as he passed the photos to Clifford, "What's this?"

"Munson Swamp," read Maria, "Isn't that-"

"A muggle place," breathed Hermione, "My cousins live near it… that explains the location of the dreams."

Suddenly Narcissa let out a loud cackle, sounding eerily like her dead sister, Bellatrix.

"Old bat's lost it," scoffed Clifford earning a shove and glare from Maria.

"Shut it, rookie," she snapped, "You came here to work and actually learn what your role as an Auror is. It is not your responsibility to pass judgement on the victims or the guilty until I deem you fit enough to do so. Understood?"

Clifford nodded and Hermione saw him visibly swallow.

Harry walked back over to Narcissa and sat in front of her with Ashton standing behind him.

"What do you know about Munson Swamp?" asked Harry in a calm tone.

"Oh only that the mudblood fears it," replied Narcissa before she cried out in pain.

"I told you it would benefit you to tell me the truth… answer the question properly."

Narcissa looked over at Hermione coldly, "Lucius knows all about you and your pathetic muggle family. Your cousins hate you because you have the gift of magic and they missed out. Did you know your great-great grandmother was a half-blood?"

Hermione said nothing and glared at Narcissa.

"Keep talking," demanded Harry.

"Speak to her cousins, Potter. They have no love for her."

Harry glared at Narcissa and looked over at Maria, "Send her to lock up. Perhaps a night in a cold cell will help her tongue loosen up some more."

Maria nodded and walked over and grabbed Narcissa roughly by the arm before leaving with a crack.

"Munson Swamp," murmured Harry before looking at Hermione, "You need to take us there."

"All of you?" cried Hermione.

"Myself, Lisa and Clifford. Ashton will stay here with the investigation squad to oversee everything. Maria will be booking Narcissa in."

Hermione looked at Harry uncertainly as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"You can do this. You apperated Ron and I all over England. This is for Draco. We need to find him – you need to find him."

Hermione let out a shaky breath and nodded, holding her arm out for Harry, Lisa and Clifford to grab onto. With the dreaded swamp in mind, Hermione left with the others with a loud, echoing crack.


His head hurt.

His head was spinning

The room was dark and the scent of dust filled his senses resulting in a loud sneeze and cough.

"Where the fuck am I?" muttered Draco as he pushed himself upright.

The last thing he remembered after kissing Hermione was overwhelming pain. The barrier in his mind had smashed the moment her lips touched his. Every thought, every memory came crashing into his mind. His love for her had coursed through his veins so much so that he didn't want to let her go ever again.

The next thing he knew he was on the table in a house with his father glaring down at him before yanking him off the table and leaving with a silent apperation – how his father managed it he will never know.

"HOW? YOU SAID IT WAS FOOL PROOF! THAT HE WOULD NEVER REMEMBER WHO SHE WAS TO HIM!"

"Sir, I underestimated the Mudblood's love and determination for him. I believed she would give up."

"You are a fool! The filth was in Gryffindor, Potters sex toy! Of course she wasn't about to sit down like a weakling and mourn for my son!"

Anger shot through Draco at the way his father spoke about his wife. Struggling, Draco tried to push himself up to stand but his legs were useless, his whole body felt weak and any movement caused his vision to spin violently.

The door banged open and Draco held a hand up blocking the sudden burst of light as Lucius walked in.

"Son," said Lucius calmly, "Glad you are awake."

"I feel sorry for whoever your son is. Last I checked, I had no parents," drawled Draco in reply.

"I understand you are angry with me bu-"

"But nothing. But is a three letter word which always precedes some lame ass excuse."

"You may be well of age but you will still talk to me respectfully."

Draco glared at his father, his grey eyes flashing with anger, "Respect is earned and you have done nothing to earn it from me!"

Lucius smiled coldly at his son and stepped towards the door, "Enjoy the darkness."

"Darkness is better than conversing with you."

The door slammed shut behind Lucius and darkness filled the room once more. Draco's head spun from the shouting and within seconds he gave into the blissful feeling of peace.


"It's too dark. Not even wand light is enough," said Harry with a sigh as he slapped another mosquito away, "Not to mention I am being eaten alive."

Hermione shook her head, "No. No he has to be around here somewhere!"

"Calm down, Hermione. We will start at first light tomorrow. You need to keep calm, okay? Stress is bad for your condition."

"Being pregnant is not a condition. It is a life changing situation and this baby will need their father as much as I will need his support."

"We will get him back. You know I won't give up. Let's head home. We meet at The Burrow tomorrow morning, six o'clock for assignments," said Harry to Lisa and Clifford, "I will be bringing in more Aurors to assist in the search."

Before Hermione could protest, Harry grabbed her arm and apperated her to The Burrow. Ginny was already there, along with Jena, Taylor, Sebastian and Trey. Jena embraced Hermione instantly, who broke down in tears.

"Let me through," came Molly's firm, yet caring tone.

She took Hermione from Jena and led her into the kitchen where she guided her to a chair.

"There, there dear. All that crying isn't good for you. Hormones are a funny thing, I know. Now, drink up that juice and I want you to eat all of your dinner."

Hermione nodded miserably at her dinner of a chicken, lettuce, cheese and mayo sandwich. She wiped her face clean of tears and picked up the sandwich only realising after the first bite at just how hungry she truly was.

"The swamp is endless," Harry murmured to Arthur and Bill, "We need to find her cousins and get answers out of them."

"Muggle authorities will need to grant us permission," replied Arthur, "Have you contacted Kingsley?"

Harry nodded, "I got Maria to do so after locking Narcissa up."

"What is Lucius planning? There has got to be so much more too this then what meets the eye," frowned Bill.

Harry shook his head and let out a sigh, "I wish I knew."


Where is Draco? What do they want with him?

I need to keep it together… I need to hold on to hope that we will find him and I will finally have him back.

I feel like falling apart.

A/N: Please review… getting reviews keeps me motivated with writing. When I don't get them… well motivation takes a holiday.