Disclaimers: Not mine.

The five of them decided that it was not appropriate to talk about 'those' things there and thus, they would just find a quiet place. In reality, Hermione did not care. She just wanted to know everything. Whatever Draco had been hiding from her; whether it was good or not.

She really didn't know if she wanted to know. There were some things that were better left unsaid. Things that you wished you never knew or heard, or saw. Things that you would be better off not knowing. Why? Because it simply broke your heart. Sometimes, being ignorant was better. At least then, you can live out your fantasy.

They were currently in a coffee shop with almost no people besides them and a guy at the farthest back of the shop. The coffee shop was elegant and serene. It was the kind of coffee shop where people held their meetings and stuff. It windows were ceiling-to-floor type.

Ron wanted to make sure that Draco wouldn't escaped with Hermione that was why he drove her with Ginny here while Draco drove with Blaise. Gryffindor and Slytherin, huh? Ron's car was a white Fortuner. They rode in silence but every so often, Hermione would glance at Ron and wonder who he was to her.

'You'll always be my biggest what if.' Suddenly, that entered her mind when she was in the car with Ron. It was strange at first to think about that because really, she couldn't remember any damn thing. But here she was- thinking about that. Maybe she had loved him before? She didn't know and right now, what she wanted was answer that only time or they could give. She chose the latter. She could not wait any longer when the pressure of knowing about the past was itching on her skin, eating her alive.

"Anyone interested on telling me the truth?" Hermione broke the silence. She was really irritated. All they did for the last 5 minutes was stared at each other. Ron on Draco. Ginny on her. Blaise on Ginny. Well, you got the picture.

She couldn't take the silence anymore. She stood up suddenly, her chair making a noise, and all pairs of eyes were on her. "I'm going to the rest room." She said and with that, she left.

Well, she hoped they got the message. She wouldn't stick around to watch them watch each other. That was plain stupid. Why couldn't they just tell her what the hell happened? She hated not knowing. What if it was important? What if it had something to do with her old self? Would you rather not know?

She entered the women's comfort room, lock it then face the mirror. She sighed and shook her head. No matter how beautiful she was that night, nothing- not even make-up, could erase her anxiety. Her face was flawless as always. But inside, there was a raging storm that only the past could answer. Why was she like this? Could anyone save her from herself? From her disastrous past?

What would you feel if you had amnesia? Well, let me tell you. It sucked. It seemed like you couldn't remember anything that it would even convinced you that you just sprouted on the surface of earth like a plant. No history. No past. No life. Just like that. Well, how good was that? It could drive anyone to make a desperate move. Just like what she would do tonight.

Hermione washed her hands and when she looked at the mirror, she yelped but not for the finger he held up to his lips.

"Shh." It was Daniel Meyer. (Remember him? Well I made him because of this reason. Haha)

She was sure that she locked the door. So how? How did he enter? Oh. Bugger.

Hermione recognized him from the farthest back of the coffee shop. Weird. What was he doing here? "What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed, steadying her heart beat. She meant literally. "In a women's comfort room? Really Daniel." She rolled her eyes and was about to stepped out of the room when he blocked her way.

"Na-ah,Sweetheart. " He said in low voice. He stepped closer, she stepped backwards.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked trying really hard to cover the fear in her voice but this man was good. It was as if he could smell fear. He took another step, she took two steps backward. Finally, her back hit the wall, knowing that she couldn't escaped anywhere and that he had trapped her, she held her hand and said in a shaky voice, "Stop right there, Daniel. What's with you?" She said looking at him straight in the eyes. She was trying to act courageous but- well, was it any use?

"Oh sorry Hermione. Don't be afraid. But in order to finish my plan, I have to kidnap you. Just for a little while okay?" He said slowly, almost insanely. He even had a nerved to smile.

The moment she heard the word 'kidnap', her instincts worked and told her to run out for her dear life. That was what she did. And probably brave, she was. And stupid perhaps.

She kneed his crouch a little bit stronger than intended. "Sorry!" She said quickly, her voice notched a higher pitch that the usual.

And with that, she ran out the door without another glance at him. He groaned in pain. But that didn't stop him from running after her. She ran like the death eaters themselves were after her. Shouting like a mad woman for help. She made it up to her companions where they could see her, and they did. Draco was the first one to see her. Draco stood up to asked her what was wrong quickly, knocking his chair on the floor. He was almost there, almost, when Daniel caught her elbow, smirked at Draco and apparated them out of there, dropping her purse on bag on the process.

"Shit." Draco swore under his breath he stood up. It was too late. Ron followed quickly. He looked around the room, with his hand on his waist like he could not believe that she was gone again. "Shit indeed." He whispered. The two tall men did not know what to do. They were in too shock.

Ginny looked at Blaise with her green wide, questioning eyes. "Who was that?" Ginny asked to no one in particular. "Do you know him?"

"Yes I do." Draco answered, looking directly at the shocked cashier. Her mouth was hanging open. "It- she- disappeared? But, hhhh-how?" She asked them, her eyes bewildered by what happened.

"I'll tell you all about it. But first, we have to take care of her." Draco said with a determination in his cold voice, jerking his head to her direction.

Ron sighed and said nonchalantly, "I'll take care of her."

In the end, they ended up erasing the cashier's memory about what happened. To put it simply, the obliviate her. And Ron did it.

"So, who is it, Malfoy?" Ron asked, his arms crossed, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showing his muscular arms. He was looking directly at Malfoy.

"Daniel Meyer. My half-brother." Draco answered with distaste in his voice, looking at them one by one.

"What? How could that be?" Ginny said. Obviously, she was having a hard time believing him. "I thought you were the only child? The only heir of the Malfoys?"

"I am. As I was saying, he is my 'half-brother'. In short, a bastard of my father with another woman." He said nonchalantly. He had his legs crossed; he had his back rested at the back of the chair. Draco looked like the subject itself was boring. "Apparently, he had another son when I was three years old. We didn't know up until he died."

Blaise knew, of course. It was no shock to him. Only Ginny seemed to find this unbelievable.

Daniel Meyer. Since Draco established his empire of business in the muggle Europe, he had been trying to bring him down. That guy held a deep grudge against him. Draco's theory was that he was trying to take revenge because his father never did acknowledge him. He lived his whole life never having a father, while Draco, well. He was given everything. Well, he was the legal child. What did Daniel expect? He was illegimate.

Ron shrugged after a while. " Figures." He muttered.

"What?" Draco asked.

"Like brother." Ron said. "No right. I think he is trying to take revenge on you, Malfoy. And how? It is quite simple, not brilliant at all. He'll threaten the only person that's important to you. And who it is?"

"Hermione." Blaise agreed. "But what do we do know?"

As if on cue, a paper appeared on the table, from the candle. Ron snatched it and read silently. He looked at Draco then handed him the paper.

Come and rescue her. You know where. ALONE, brother.

"Where is the place, Malfoy?" Ron asked, barely holding his temper.

"He told me to go alone." Draco said and stood up. Ron stood up to and pushed him to his chair forcefully.

"Tell me where it is! It's a trap! Can't you see?" Ron hissed, balling his fists.

"I don't care!" Draco shot back, standing to his full height. They were now face to face; both of them were close to boiling point. "I don't care if it is a blood fucking trap! She's out there, Weasley! She's out there and I won't sit here all day waiting for nothing! She'll get hurt!"

Ron laughed without humor. "You're afraid she'd get hurt. Well Malfoy! You shouldn't have betrayed her six years ago! And what did you reason when she got hurt? 'I'm only protecting her!'" Ron shouted, the last part, he intimidated Draco's voice badly.

"You were not in my position. What would you do if you were me, huh? What would you do!"

"Well, Malfoy! I won't be such a bloody coward like you!"

That was it. Malfoy threw the first punch, hitting Ron's jaw squarely. Ron did the same until they ended to the floor, strangling each other.

"STOP! JUST STOP!" Ginny shouted at the top of her lungs. Well, no one would hear her since they were in Draco's hotel.

Effectively, Ron, who was on top, pushed Draco away and stood up, Draco just sat there, his arms on his knee, his head bowed down. "I have to go. I have to save her."

"We'll go with you, mate." Blaise said, standing up.

"No. She'll be in danger if you all come with me." Draco explained. He sighed and looked at Ron whose back was facing him. "He's right. I have to be brave. Not a coward."

"But Draco-" Ginny said.

"Do what you must do. I'll be your back up. That's final. Let's be professional. Matured." Ron suddenly said, facing Draco.

He held up his hands to him. Draco looked at his hands then decided they were wasting time fighting about the past when it didn't matter. It was not his top priority at the moment. She was. Draco accepted it, and he hoisted him up.

HURRY UP. OR SHE'LL DROWN.

That was the final letter. The last message. And it tells all he needed to know.

A/N: HOW WAS IT? REVIEW! :" Hermione's past will be reveal soon! I promise! So, what will happen to Hermione? Any guess?