A/N: Just as a heads up, I'm moving into my dorm at college and therefore these updates might take a little longer. I'll be busy moving in and going to classes, but I'll certainly try my hardest to get these up regularly. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. However, I am trying my best to destroy his fictional psyche. It's just fun.

Draco looked at the pink book with the glitter glued to the top, looked back at the redheaded woman extending the said book to him, and then raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Really, Weasellete? You expect me to actually read from that? You really have cracked."

Ginny scowled. "Malfoy, for the love of Merlin, just take the book. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be."

Malfoy just smirked, trying to disguise his own terror at the thought of touching the book. "Like I would actually take orders from someone who belongs in the loony bin. You really put on quite the show for us earlier."

Before Draco could make another derogatory comment or Ginny could raise her wand for a swift hex, a pillow was launched at Draco's head. Draco looked wildly around for the culprit, only to find a rather shocked, embarrassed, and enraged Harry Potter.

Harry had found a pillow next to him while enraged at Draco's treatment of Ginny, grabbed it, and had thrown it before he even had time to think about it. The pillow smacked into Draco's face with a surprising amount of force, nearly knocking him down. Afterward, it bounced and landed harmlessly on the floor after impact, but the awkward silence lasted for far longer.

At this moment, Luna came back sans Teddy and did not notice the tension hanging in the air. "I was wondering if Neville might like to look after Teddy now." Neville exhaled with relief, looked between a bright red Harry and a dangerously pale Draco, and booked it out of there. He was gone before any of the fireworks could begin.

Luna, however, still did not catch on to the awkward situation. She was happily oblivious to the two young men staring fiercely at each other and instead was more preoccupied with her babysitting issues. To Ginny, Luna said, "I had to change his nappy. It was quite damp and Teddy was uncomfortable."

Ginny, rather distracted by the events taking place, uttered a distant, "Thanks a ton, Luna." Luna seemed rather pleased with this praise.

"What. The. Hell," Draco seethed, ignoring Luna quite thoroughly.

"Don't say that rubbish about Ginny," Harry shot back, refusing to apologize for chucking a rather large pillow at Draco. Ginny smiled in appreciation of her husband but dared not intervene with the exchange. "Just take the bloody book and be done with it."

"There was no cause for you to throw things at me!" Draco snapped, still looking entirely livid. "Just because we had our differences in the past—"

"And there was no bloody cause for you to be so snotty!" Harry said, his face growing redder with each moment.

Luckily, Hermione intervened in the childish display to restore some order. "Look Malfoy, the quicker you get your portion over with the sooner we can get out of here!"

Draco bit back his most recent comment to allow this reasoning to absorb in his thought process. Then, with much reluctance, he accepted this to be true. Without another word, although he spared a withering glare directed at Harry, Draco snatched the book from Ginny who was still holding it out to him.

Chapter Eight

"What?" Sophye cried, too horrified for words. Then, in her mind in case Harry was listening in, "YOU CAN'T LEAVE. WHAT ABOUT THOSE MEN THAT ARE CHASING AFTER YOU? WHAT ABOUT HARRY? HE LOVES YOU, ACACYA. I KNOW HE DOES!"

"I KNOW HE LOVES ME. NOW. BUT I CAN'T STAND PUTTING HIM IN DANGER AND I CAN'T STAND LIVING IN FEAR OF MY PREGNANCY!" Acacya countered, tears rolling down her face. "IN MY VISION EVERYONE WAS DEAD AND IT WAS ALL MY FAULT!"

"WOAH," Sophye said, shaking her head, "YOU'RE PULLING SUCH A BELLA RIGHT NOW. JUST THINK ABOUT THIS." ("I'm rather curious as to what 'pulling a Bella' could mean," Dean said thoughtfully. "It doesn't sound like a good thing.")

Acacya's expression became resentful as she glared at her best friend. "I'LL DO IT WHETHER YOU APPROVE OR NOT. JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE."

Sophye was stung by this remark and fled the room, leaving behind a trail of perfume from her naturally sweet scented hair. Acacya glared after her in disgust. Then, she stood up from her bed and slipped out the window. She would never grace Harry's presence ever again!

Harry's expression was one that was entirely blank. He clearly had not registered what just happened. Then, he broke into a wide smile and looked inches away from clapping his hands out of excitement.

"She's gone! She's gone!" he muttered softly to himself, overcome with relief. Ginny looked equally as pleased about this outcome. Ron and Draco merely glared at Harry in jealousy. But when they realized they were actually in agreement about something (again), they quickly looked away.

Moments after Acacya escaped, Harry entered her room looking anxious. "I brought you some ice and some pain killers and some water and some chocolate and some ("Merlin. Needy much, Harry?" Ron joked.) and some magazines to read and some—"

Then, Harry realized that Acacya was gone.

He fell to his knees, screaming in agony. His one true luv, the light of the world, was missing. (The real Harry began to laugh very loudly.)

"Help! Help! She's been stolen!11!" Harry screamed. His friends all returned at the sound of his screams and came to help him.

It was then that Tanya Aquamarine found the note. Sophye had dreaded the fact that it would be there.

"Harry, there's a note from Acacya," Tanya Aquamarine said, passing the sheet of paper back to Harry. Harry snatched it up, expecting a ransom note, but then his blood stopped cold.

"Dear Harry," he read, his voice trembling. "I luv you. You are everything to me. That is why I must leave. I fear my vision will come tru if I stay with you. And also Harry… I am pregnant. I know that you do not want a child right now and I will spare you of that pain. Do try to remember that I luv you so much and someday we can be together again. 9 months? Love, Acacya." (There was a general snorting of amusement and disgust around the room at the letter.)

Harry's voice was low in agony as he said, "She's pregnant. She must have thought I would hate her because of it."

"I know you would not have," Sophye said softly, looking at Harry in a new light. "I know that now. I wish I had known it in time to stop Acacya." Harry bowed his head in shame.

"If everyone loves her so bloody much, why aren't they already running after her?" Seamus exclaimed, shaking his head irritably.

"Don't even suggest it," Harry hissed, not even bothering to look at Seamus directly. Seamus piped down rather quickly.

Then, out of nowhere, a note fluttered down into their window. Harry snatched it up and read, "We will find her." Harry's face paled and he once more collapsed to the ground, unable to move. The stress was killing him.

All seemed lost. Harry was useless in his grief. Someone would have to stand in his place.

Luckily, Sophye managed to pluck up the courage to face the rest of her friends. "We have to lyke find her before they do. If Acacya dies… the light lyke of the world dies with her." ("Bloody insane," Ron muttered.)

"Not to mention her child," Tanya Aquamarine added. "It is to be the most beautiful child in all the world. It will cure the sick…"

"Help the blynd to see," Sophye agreed.

"Ttly save the world."

"Make everyone beautiful."

"Save the environment." ("Not if it uses as much beauty products as you lot probably have to use to look as pretty as you say," Ginny countered coolly.)

"Then we have to save Acacya and her child," Draco said bravely, standing up. Ron also stood next to his best friend. Tanya Aquamarine stood with Ron while Sophye stood with Draco.

HaHarry looked up at his friends, managed to nod, and stood shakily to his feet. "Yes." His heart was still shattered into pieces and his mind was clearly unstable. But he would survive.

"If anything happens to her… I shall die," Harry swore solemnly. "I could not stand that pain again."

The others then swiftly left the hotel room to search for Acacya.

Draco smirked, clearly smug about something, and everyone was shocked when he set the book down. "I got the shortest chapter," he said proudly and went as though to move back to his seat. "I choose Neville to read, whenever he gets back."

"Not so fast," Hermione cried, snatching the book. "There's a part two to this chapter!" Draco's face nearly fell to the floor.

"What in the bloody hell!?" he shouted, grabbing the book back from Hermione. But he found it to be true.

"It's not too long," Ron snickered, looking at the rather thick second part to the chapter.

"Only about fifty pages or so," George agreed, looking equally as happy as Ron and the others in the room.

Draco thought about pleading with the lot he was with, then decided against it. He may not have his sanity at the end of it, but at least he would have his pride.

Part Two!! (Teehee!)

Sophye and Draco ran off in one direction while Tanya Aquamarine and Ron ran in another. Harry went on his own to search for his beloved.

Alone, Sophye and Draco began to realize how they felt for each other. (Draco's face pinched to incredible levels. Everyone else had the decency not to laugh too loud.)

Sophye thought Draco was ttly hawt. He was so sexy and perfect and sexy and perfect and sexy and perfect and his silver hair shone in the sun and sexy and perfect. She could not have asked for a better man. She had been in love before, but never like this.

Draco thought Sophye was the most beautiful human being he had ever seen. Her blonde hair fell like waves to her knees and her clear crystal blue pink aqua eyes shone with such clarity. Her skin was flawless and smooth and her legs were long and lean. She was tan and soft and adorable and sexy all at once. She had the kindest heart and the larges vocabulary. Her knowledge of pop culture was astounding! Her Twilight references were so astounding he could hardly believe it. Her mouth was so perfectly pouted and her body was so slim that he could hardly even see her when she turned to the side. He could not have found a better woman besides Acacya. ("Of course. No one is better than Acacya," Dean dryly pointed out. Draco was doing his best not to gag.)

The terror of the situation brought the two to the realization that they could not live without each other.

"Sophye," Draco said, pulling Sophye aside. Her blonde hair was dazzling in the Rio sun and he could hardly look at her without crying. ("Because she was beautiful or because her hair was literally blinding him?" George couldn't help but wonder.)

"Yes, Draco my love?" Sophye replied, her beautiful eyes sparkling with the hint of tears behind them. She could not believe that she could be so happy.

Sophye had a rather tragic past. In the past, most boys just walked by her and did not gawk at her amazing beauty in the halls. They did not ask her onto dates. They acted as if she did not exist. Which was really, tttly unfair because Sophye was BEAUTIFULGORGEOUSSEXSAVVYPRETTYYHAWT! Any guy would be lucky to have her. This is why she could hardly believe that Draco would notice her.

("Is this woman bipolar?" Hermione exclaimed. "First this character is flaunting her body and now she's bloody self-conscious?")

"I love you," he whispered fiercely and then brought her in for a passionate kiss. It was as if Sophye had never even lived before this moment. She could hardly breathe and her knees were turning weak in the ankles. ("What?")

"OMG, DRACO!" Sophye squealed when the kiss was done. She pulled him close to her and kept him there for a long time. "I love you, too. We shall never ever be apart." ("Scary.") Draco kissed her again and Sophye pulled him into the bushes nearby, giggling at the thought that no one would see them there.

Draco sighed, flipped through the pages, his face more pinched than ever. Everyone actually felt uneasy, as if anything could set him off and the entire room could be in flames. Draco really could be a powerful enemy if he wanted to be.

"Wait… is she a virgin or is she a whore?" Seamus wondered aloud, ignoring Draco's distress. "The characterizations of her are confusing me." No one felt it was necessary to respond to this.

Finally, Draco found some decency in an indecent book and began to read again.

Afterwards, Sophye was so happy she thought that she would burst. "I love you so much, Draco," she murmured, sitting up to put her clothes back on.

"I love you more," Draco disagreed, giving her another affectionate kiss.

With that, they decided to look for Acacya some more.

MEANWHILE!!!

Acacya was running lost, scared, and very much alone down a beautiful beach in Rio. Her sparkling amber hair was sparkling in the sunlight and the cool water massaged her perfect little feet. Much smaller and perfect that Hermy's.

Hermy's feet were so huge, dirty, disgusting, and hairy. They were totally lyke man feet. Not to mention that she was such a terrible person. ("Well, THAT was random!")

Then, out of nowhere, there came several big strong men. Acacya screamed and kicked but they captured her. All she could think about was Harry, her immense beauty, and the love of her unborn child before she lost consciousness.

Draco, his face still very pinched, set the book down. "There is no bloody part three," he added warningly as he sat back down in his seat.

"Is there anyone else left to read?" Hermione wondered, after checking to make sure Draco was being honest or not. She determined him to be very truthful in this case. No one seemed to know.

At this moment, Neville returned with baby Teddy in tow. "Who would like to watch Teddy?" he asked and then seemed to notice everyone staring at him. "What? What's wrong? Have I got something on my face?"

"It's your turn to read," Ginny said. Neville's eyes widened as he realized the inevitable. His innocence was going to be shattered. Again.

A/N: Poor, poor Draco.

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