(A/N): Alright so here is the next chapter I don't really have anything to say but to enjoy it.

Chapter 14

Draco sat across from Blaise in the dark dusty bar they had been going to recently. His eyes were bloodshot as though he had been crying all day. He looked dazed, ragged, and tired. He took another shot of firewhisky.

"Blaise?" Draco said, "You alright?"

"I can't get any information. From no one. I don't know if she's alive or not."

"Maybe the Dark Lord doesn't have her." Draco said trying to shine some positive light on the situation.

"No, he has her. I know." He said. "This is my entire fault. This is my punishment for leaving. Shit! I never should have fucking got with her. Now she's out there alone, scared."

Draco sighed as he looked at his best friend, who looked totally depressed. He continued to down shot after shot. His eyes began to glaze over and Draco could tell that he was getting a bit tipsy.

"How's your dad?" Blaise slurred.

Draco shrugged, "Alright. Keeps wondering when I'm going to accept the Dark Mark."

"Yeah. I think the fucking bastard is getting impatient."

"Maybe we should get another plan."

"There is no fucking other plan, Draco. The fucking Dark Lord is fucking ruining everybody's fucking life!" Blaise yelled.

Draco looked around nervously, "Blaise shut the hell up!" he snapped, "And stop swearing after every word you say. It's annoying."

Blaise laughed loudly and Draco rolled his eyes. He then realized that Blaise's laughed were turning into a mournful cry.

"She's gone, Drake. My gods. I know I haven't been with her forever but I love her and now she's fucking gone." He cried.

Draco watched him cry like a baby. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen a man cry before. He himself, had, when he was in school, but that was when he was alone, by himself. Draco rubbed Blaise's back awkwardly.

"It's okay Blaise." He said, "Everything will turn out fine."

Blaise wiped his eyes and took a deep shaky breath, "I look like a bastard." He said.

"But it's over someone you love, right?"

Blaise held back more tears as he took another shot of firewhisky and sighed, "How are you and Granger?"

Draco smiled, "Good. At least I think. We don't really talk about why the Dark Lord has wanted me so much. Been concentrating too much on Ginny."

"Well at least your relationship is back on track."

Draco nodded but said nothing. He didn't want to express his relationship with Hermione, which was currently on a good track, to him. He'd probably start crying again, and Draco had no more words of encouragement or comfort to say to his depressed friend.

"Who would have thought that Malfoy and Zambini would be talking about love? That's a laugh." Blaise said as he downed another shot.

Draco made his way towards his room quickly. He knew he had to be on time for his lessons, With his father, who taught him all of the becomings of a Death Eater. He fucking hated those lessons. If he had to hear that the number one priority of a Death Eater was putting the Dark Lords needs above his own, he was going to kill himself.

He sat his wand on his bed and took off his shirt. It was getting hot and his clothes were sticking to his skin with sweat. Besides he liked being a little more comfortable when he was getting lessons from his father.

There was a soft knock on his door. Draco sighed; he wondered what the stupid house elf wanted now.

"Yes." He said.

He turned to see his mother walk in slowly. She had on a very elegant red robe. Her blonde hair was swept up high on her head. A pearl necklace and earrings finished the outfit. She had a bored look on her face , as always, as she entered.

"Mother." Draco said looking through his armoire for a shirt.

"I know Draco." She said simply.

Draco gave her a confused look, "Know? Know what?"

"About you and that Granger girl."

Draco's hand trembled on his hanger, and he dropped a shirt. He should have known his parents would know about him and Hermione. The Dark Lord knew, Blaise told him that he knew. He wondered why his parents never said anything until now. Maybe he should just act stupid.

"Granger? What are you talking about? What about her?"

His mother rolled her eyes giving him a cold smiled, "Don't make yourself out to be stupid Draco. It doesn't work well for you. Hermione Granger, you're sleep with her. You assume you have a relationship with her?"

"Assume?" he bit out.

His mother laughed, "You really thought we wouldn't find out?"

Draco scoffed, "What are you getting at mother?"

"You know the Dark Lord would love to have you join his family, right?"

"Right."

"You've said no Draco. Many times, but the Dark Lords wants you. I want you to join. But since you've been so stubborn we've had to take a different… approach."

Draco looked at her, "Different approach? What's that mother, going to threaten to kill me now."

"Not you, no." she said with a smiled, "But maybe killing Hermione Granger will change your mind."

Draco eyes widen as he froze. He looked at his mother in shock. He had a feeling that the Dark Lord wanted Hermione to get to him, but he never ever heard it outright that they would actually kill her.

"What are you talking about?" his voice shook.

"Just what I said. Maybe you'll change your mind when we threaten to kill her."

Draco trembled, "How can you be so evil mother. She's done nothing."

"Me? Evil?" she stood up shock, "You have nerve. You're the one who is evil. You're the one who's breaking your mother's heart."

Draco rolled his eyes giving her a nasty look, "Like you have a heart." He mumbled.

"Oh I have a heart. At least I have something to be proud of."

Draco said nothing but turned his back on his mother. She walked behind him.

"I'm guessing these marks on your back are from her."

Draco gritted his teeth, but said nothing.

"What a disgusting mudblood."

Draco turned around and pushed his mother away from him roughly. "Get the hell out of my room!"

She did nothing but laugh, "You better check on your filth Draco, pretty sure the next time you see her, both of you will be different."

"What is that suppose to mean?" he yelled at her.

She said nothing, but smiled and made her way out of his room.

"Mother!" he yelled, "Damn you! You stupid bitch!"

She still did not come back. He tried to calm his nerves as he thought about everything his mother had said. The next time he'd see Hermione…? What? He grunted as he pulled on a t-shirt and grabbed his wand. Fuck his father and his lessons; he needed to check on Hermione and Zoe.

Shit! Zoe! He had forgotten about her. He had to be the worst father ever. How could he forget about his own daughter? Well he'd make it up to her after he made sure she was safe. Both her and Hermione.

Hermione squatted on the ground, in the back yard of the Weasleys house, her hands outstretched, towards Zoe who was picking herself off of the ground.

"Come on Zoe." Hermione urged, "Come to mummy."

Hermione watched in delight as her very smart and talented daughter took one step forward, and then fell down. She didn't cry but instead gave her attention to a gnome that had ran past her. Hermione laughed.

"You silly girl." She said.

Hermione watched her for a while, while she crawled around the garden chasing gnomes. Her mind started to fantasize about sending Zoe off to Hogwarts, going to her graduation, seeing her get married. She wanted so much for her.

"Hermione?"

Hermione froze as she heard the voice. She turned around slowly and gasped as Ginny stood in front of her. She looked absolutely horrible. Both of her eyes were purple, she had various bloody scratches on her face and arms. Her clothes hung off her like rags and she was hunched over, holding tightly to her ribs.

"Ginny!" she ran to her. "Ginny! Oh my gods…what happened…how did you…I have to tell…" Hermione rushed out.

"No!" Ginny yelled when Hermione turned towards the house.

Hermione frowned. "No? Ginny, everyone's been worried sick about you. Your mother, Blaise, everyone."

Ginny shook her red matted, head. She limped over to her, stumbling a little and grabbed a hold of her arm, "No Hermione. I need help first."

"Help?"

"There was another girl with me."

"Girl?"

"Yes. She was captured by Death Eaters too. She was too weak to apperate with me. We have to go get her." Ginny pulled Hermione's arm.

"Where is she?"

Ginny sighed annoyingly. "Hermione just come on."

Hermione grimaced as Ginny's grip tightened on her arm. "Ginny you're hurting me."

She ignored her and kept pulling.

"Ginny! Zoe is still in the—"

"Shut up!" Ginny yelled at her.

Hermione gasped, "I swear Ginny if you don't.—"

Hermione stumbled back as Ginny turned around and back handed her. Blood sprayed in her mouth as she looked in shock at Ginny.

"Come on." She snapped. She reached into Hermione's robe and snatched her wand form her person before grabbing her wrist again.

"What the hell Ginny!" Hermione yelled, digging her feet in the ground to try and story but Ginny was stronger. Too strong. She took a deep breath wanting to let out a scream of help but Ginny stopped, turned to her, and pointed both wands t her.

"Not one word." She whispered.

Hermione kept her mouth close as she looked in Ginny's eyes. They looked unfocused and muddled. She suddenly realized why Ginny was acting the way she was.

"Ginny are you under the Imperius Curse?"

Ginny said nothing as her grip still tightened. She stood still looking at Hermione for a second before smiling nastily at her and turning on the spot.

Hermione groaned and her eyes snapped open. She could see nothing but darkness. Her heart raced as she sat up on the dirty floor. She frowned. The last thing she remembered was landing in a room with lit with candles, then nothing. She was probably stunned.

She trembled as she lifted her hand in front of her face. It was so dark. She stood up stumbling a little, reaching for a wall or door. She sighed heavily when she felt nothing.

"Hermione?"

Hermione jumped, turning around only to see darkness. She reached in her cloak only to remember that she didn't have her wand.

"Hermione is that you? Are you okay?"

"Ginny?" she asked in the darkness.

"Yes."

Hermione didn't answer her and stood still. It was Ginny who brought her here in the first place. This was all her fault. Why in the hell did she bring her here?"

"Hermione."

"Why? Why did you bring me here?"

She could hear Ginny sniffling, "I'm so sorry Hermione." She cried, "I tried to repel the curse I did. But he made me do it. He made me bring you here."

Hermione said nothing as she sat back down on the rough floor. Ginny has said that she was cursed but Hermione had a funny feeling. Was she lying? This was what Professor Moody (Well the Death Eater one) meant when it was hard to tell who was cursed with the Imperius curse and who acted on their own. Was Ginny really cursed? Her boyfriend was a Death Eater…well… ex Death Eater. But was he?

Hermione bit her lip, "Who made you do it Ginny?" she asked already knowing the answer.

"You-Know-Who." Ginny continued to cry. "I'm so sorry."

Hermione put her head in her hands thinking about something else that made her heart drop. "What about Zoe? Does he know about her? I mean you just took me away from her. She's in that fucking garden alone and—"

"I know and I'm sorry. I tried to repel it Hermione I really did but—"

"Shut up Ginny!" Hermione yelled. She tried to calm her breathing. What if something happened to her daughter? This was all her fault. She should have went for somebody when Ginny first showed up. They were both quiet for a while except for Ginny's sniffles ever now and again. Hermione's thoughts went to Draco. When would he find out she was missing? Would he find Zoe?

"Hermione?" Ginny's voice called out.

"What" she snapped.

"I uh—I heard someone talking about Draco."

Hermione perked her ears up, "Draco?"

"Yeah…um…the person who's been bring me in and out of this shit hole, keeps mumbling about him."

"What does he mumble about?"

"He says stuff like I'm going to get Draco now. Stupid bastard always had the upper hand. No one's going to miss him when I'm done with him."

"He said that?" Hermione asked.

"Yes."

Hermione frowned and scoffed, "I don't know if I should believe you or not Ginny. I mean, you might be cured again." She said sarcastically.

"But Hermione I really was cursed. I really did try and repel it but I wasn't strong enough. I promise I –"

"Just shut up Ginny."

Draco rushed down the stairs. His heart was beating against his ribs roughly. What his mother had said made Draco dread what he would find at the Weasleys. Something felt wrong. Somethingwas wrong.

He yanked open the front door of the Mansion to make his way to the apperation point before he stopped and gasped at the being looking his way.

Draco watched as the young man smiled coldly at him. His hair was long, blonde, and almost reached past her broad shoulders. He was tall, almost Draco's height but not quite. He was very tan and it made his cold bright green eyes pop.

"Pence?" Draco asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Draco my friend, long time, no see."

Draco scoffed, "I don't think we're friends."

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"No." Draco snapped, "I'm late for something. Get the hell out of my way."

Draco pushed past Pence making his way down the small hill. Stupid bastard! Where did he even come from? Draco hasn't seen him in about five years. He had almost forgot about him complexly.

Pence. Draco shivered. He was Tobias's son. People though that Draco Malfoy was evil, hell he was nothing compared to Pence and his upbringing.

Draco sighed almost reaching the point before he stopped dead in his tracks at Pence's loud words.

"You're not late meeting you girlfriend are you Draco? Hermione is her name, right?"

(A/N): Alright so you know you need to review even you people who have never reviewed before. Just write a quick line like….this was great…or…this sucked…something people lol. Anyways I've been wondering if I'm going to fast with the plot and all this action and stuff. Do you guys like it or should I slow it down a bit. Alright REVIEW!