Chapter 55 – Kidnapped!

A/N: This is a message to my wannabe flamer, "…": I do not plan on being a "writter" when I grow up, I will be a writer. And you had to read 26 chapters before you decided this story was shit? Come on. And I like to think that I do not inflict as much suffering on the world with my writing as you do on me…my sides are aching with laughter at the idea that you really expected me to take you seriously. If you are that bored, I recommend you get a life.

Okay, idiots vanquished, that concludes our business here for today…on with the story!!!!

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Hermione had barely finished her dance when she felt an iron grip on her arm, dragging her away. She looked up to see Ginny.

'What are you doing?" she asked her. "Is something wrong?"

"Come on," said Ginny, "come with me."

"But – what's going on?"

"Just come awn!" demanded Ginny, and she gave Hermione's arm a yank.

"Ow! Ginny, that hurt! What's gotten into you?"

But Ginny only started to pull Hermione across the dance floor and out to the corridor.

"Ginny! Where are we going What's wrong? Answer me!" she cried upon finding herself being ignored. But Ginny said not a word.

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Draco heard Hermione's distress and looked up in time to see her and Ginny disappear into the corridor.

But those two are friends…Hermione shouldn't be protesting like that unless …something's wrong.

He made to follow them, but was stopped by his date.

'Don't leave me," she whined.

"Let go."

"But we were just starting to have fun!" she pouted.

"I – said—let – go."

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"Ginny? Ginny!"

That was it. Hermione gathered up within her a burst of energy, releasing it into the form of a force field. Ginny was thrown back against the wall. Hermione's head spun from the exertion, but she saw Ginny blink and frown as though she'd just come out from under a spell – which she had.

"Ginny…?"

"Watch out!" cried Ginny, too late, for Hermione felt herself grabbed by a pair of meaty hands.

Simultaneously, she jabbed an elbow into the fleshy gut of her attacker and released another force field, launching him backwards.

'Now, now, that's enough, Granger," said a nasally, sing-song voice. "We don't want there to be any…accidents, do we?"

Hermione turned to se Crabbe lying in a heap on the floor. Next to him was Goyle, who had Ginny in a headlock and was holding a switchblade --- for a wizard of his ability, or lack thereof, was far more threatening with a knife than a wand – at her throat. Next to them was –

"Pansy," said Hermione. "What is this for?"

The pug-faced girl clapped her hands with glee.

"This is my revenge for you stealing my Dwaco! Now I get to deliver you to the Dark Lord personally. Although why he wants a pathetic Mudblood like you, I don't know." She turned to Crabbe, who lay, moaning. "Get up, you idiot, and bind her," she demanded, pointing to Hermione. Crabbe dutifully produced a lengthy of rope and bound Hermione's wrists behind her back; the rough rope bit into her skin.

Draco had stopped letting Crabbe and Goyle hang around him after the whole "Mirror-Me Mixture" mishap. Why they'd switched their loyalty to Pansy was a mystery…maybe it was because they'd all been used and tossed aside by Draco…

'You've got it wrong," said Hermione, "I don't want your 'Dwaco'. You can have him; if I never see his face again, it will be too soon."

"Riiiiiiiiiiight," drawled Pansy. "And why should I believe you, you ugly Muggle-born whore?"

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Draco had escaped from his cling-on companion, but he was on the far side of the Great Hall … and there were so many people…

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"So, let's see, what's left?" Pansy mused. "Oh, yes." She raised her wand. "Stupefy!" she declared, and Ginny collapsed; Goyle released her and she slid to the floor. Pansy ordered him, "Come hold Granger's other arm; I don't want her trying anything."

But Hermione, after two such powerful force shields in such rapid succession, was somewhat dazed, and even if her hands weren't tied, she didn't have her wand…

Pansy ushered them over to a vase embossed with a serpent motif and inlaid with mother-of-pearl. "Hold on," she said. Goyle took hold of the vase, and Hermione felt the familiar jerk-behind-the-navel sensation.

A Portkey…

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Draco arrived in the corridor and found an unconscious Ginny. He pulled out his wand and pronounced, "Enervate."

Ginny's eyes opened wide, then narrowed. "You," she hissed.

'What's going on? Where's Hermione?" demanded Draco.

'Why don't you go ask your beloved little trained slut, Parkinson?" Ginny snapped. "You deserve each other! And you are so lucky I can't stand up yet, or I'd kick your ass, you dipshit!"

"Pansy…?"

"Yeah, you deaf as well as an asshole?"

Pansy's father is a Death Eater too! And Crabbe's, and Goyle's…shit! Voldemort must have used them to tell those three to get Hermione!

But Draco's mind was already forming a plan. And it was crucial that no one else knew what he was going to do…if anyone else came rushing in trying to save the day, it would ruin everything.

"Thank you," said Draco. "And – I'm sorry for this…Stupefy!"

"Bastard," snarled Ginny, and then she was unconscious again.

Draco grinned ruefully. If all went according to plan, then it would be the last thing she ever said to him.