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Hermione was streaking across the room, grabbing parchment, writing on it, crumpling it, examining the vial that had contained the memory, and skimming through books, when Draco was coughed out of the Pensieve.

"You should never drink coffee," Draco stated, upon seeing the busybody. "Ever. You'll probably end up running through the building and tearing it down in the process or acting like that chipmunk from the Muggle movie 'Hoodblinked'. Or is it 'Hoodwinked'?. Oh, and don't drink either. There's no telling what you might do. Actually, I know! You'll probably end up shagging-" Hermione looked up from the parchment she was currently scribbling on.

"You're so annoying," Hermione groaned. "Wait. You've seen 'Hoodwinked'? Of all Muggle movies? Couldn't you have at least watched a decent movie for adults?"

"Yeah, you definitely don't give a fuck," Draco muttered. His voice returned to its normal, annoying volume. "And, on the subject of those Muggle movies, I have no idea what you're talking about. And I didn't want to see Hoodwhatever. I had to for some stupid Auror project."

Note to self: Never tell anyone of secret love of Muggle movies. Especially cartoon ones with cute, caffeinated chipmunks.

"Of course," Hermione drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, why don't you do something useful for once and tell me what you remember from the memory, so I can write it down for future reference."

"Why don't you just write down what you remembered?"

"I did." Hermione showed Draco a piece of parchment covered in neat cursive. Draco scowled.

"Well, isn't what you remembered enough for future reference?" Draco whined. It was Hermione's turn to scowl.

"No," she stated. "I might have missed something or you might have noticed something that I didn't."

"Fine," grumbled Draco. "What I remember is that we were in a foggy forest at night, unless we were in one of those weird countries where there is no sun ever. And there was a person who looked near dead. And two other healthy-looking people, one rather taller than the other. And someone, the taller one I think, shouted the Killing Curse. Good enough for you?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "By the way, the dead person was probably Daphne, which is why, after hearing the curse, we were spat out of the Pensieve."

"But how would she be able to put the memory in that vial after she'd been hit?" contemplated Hermione, plopping down on a desk.

"Snape was able to do it," Draco pointed out.

"Snape was killed by Nagini- a snake, not the Killing Curse. And I wasn't talking to you," Hermione snapped.

"Then who were you talking to?" asked Draco. "Yourself?"

"Yes," Hermione mumbled.

"Figures that you talk to yourself. It's not like you had that many friends to talk to in the beginning," Draco sneered.

"At least I can call my friends friends and not just two bodyguards, a sleaze, and someone who only wanted to get in your pants," Hermione stated. "And go ahead and ask Pansy if she was your 'friend' merely because she wanted to shag you. She told me herself. And she'll probably slap you if you ask her that question. Bonus points for me!"

"I'm beginning to like Potty more than you," Draco said slowly.

"And I couldn't care less." Hermione jumped off the desk she was sitting on and walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Draco exclaimed. "You have work to do and I have credit to take!"

"I'm going to the loo," Hermione said. "And if you follow me-"

"I know, you'll hex my arse off," Draco recited in a high-pitched, snotty voice that was supposed to mock Hermione's.

"Actually, I would have told Harry that you were trying to molest me and that he should fire you," Hermione said innocently, "but the hexing will probably come in handy too. Thanks for the idea!" Then she pranced out of the room with Malfoy glaring after her.

"Bloody bitch," he muttered. Absentmindedly, he walked over to the table with the Pensieve on it and picked up the vial. He was twirling it around in his fingers, looking for any clues, when Hermione ran into the room. Draco put down the vial.

"Took you long enough," Draco said. "What were you doing in there? Sh-"

"Shut up and follow me," Hermione commanded, already leaving the room. "And close the door behind you!" she yelled over her shoulder. Draco grudgingly did so before following the sprinting Hermione. He nearly banged into her when she stopped at the Head Auror's office.

"Oh shit," Draco said. "Potty's room again? Who died?"

"No one," Hermione answered. "Yet. But your fianc e was kidnapped." They were in Harry's office now and were sitting down at the table.

"WHAT?" Draco exclaimed shrilly. Ginny, who was in the room as well, started snickering.

"It's not funny," Draco, Harry, Hermione, Turpin and several others said at the same time. Ginny flushed and stopped laughing, but still smirked and muttered, "Screams like a girl." Harry suddenly cleared his throat and everyone was silent.

"Now, as you all know, Daphne Greengrass was murdered a few days ago," Harry said grimly. "Earlier today, we learned of the kidnapping of Astoria Greengrass, Daphne's younger sister." There was more silence, excluding Ginny's sharp intake of breath. She obviously hadn't known the reason for Draco's outburst. "We now believe that whoever has done this is targeting the Greengrass family. Also, recent evidence has led us to suspect Death Eater involvement." More intakes of breath and some gasps.

"We have been granted permission to tighten the security around the Greengrass' estate. We will have to post guards 'round the clock, 24/7. Aurors who I assigned jobs to involving Daphne's case, you will keep those jobs. Everyone else, Ms. Turpin and I are still determining the guard timetable. We expect it to be finished and sent out at 6:00 PM at the latest. Thank you. Meeting adjourned."

The Aurors were buzzing as they left Harry's Engorgio-ed office. However, Draco didn't notice any of this. Instead, he was thinking of something said to him a few months ago.

You think everything and everyone will always be there when you need and/or want it. Well, you're wrong. Either wake up and live in the real world, not Dracoland, or learn loss and heartbreak the hard way. Daphne's words echoed in his mind. (Draco had been at the Greengrass' place and had made some snide remarks about house-elves, Astoria, and women in general. Sadly, Daphne had been there and heard his remarks, resulting in the above statement.)

Those had been Daphne's last words to Draco.

Draco didn't care much for Daphne, but she was Astoria's sister, whom he did care about. Maybe not in a husband-worthy way, but at least in a brotherly or friendly way. Astoria was one of the few people in the world who was nice to him and didn't expect a reward.

"Malfoy," came a worried voice. Draco didn't look up to see who it was. "Do you want to go home? You don't look so good."

"That won't get Astoria back," Draco said through gritted teeth. "It won't even help me get even with the bloody kidnapper." Draco looked up and came to a decision. "I'll be in the office if anyone needs me. I think I'm onto something."

Draco left without a second glance at Hermione, the only other person in the office besides Harry.


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