AN: As a disclaimer, I don't speak Irish or have an Irish accent. I also haven't been to Ireland, so if there's anything odd or wrong in last chapter or this one please tell me! I accept any constructive criticism. As always, thanks so much for reading and please let me know what you think :)

Draco struggled blindly against his attackers, arms bound behind his back and hood pulled over his face. He felt his chest constrict and his breathing become unsteady the longer he struggled. Lungs burning from his heaving breaths, Draco was about to start yelling for help when the bag was unceremoniously ripped from his head. Blinking harshly against the dim lighting, Draco attempted to take in his surroundings.

Harry knelt next to him, arms tied behind his back and glasses hanging from one of his ears. The Head Auror looked completely helpless. Draco blinked his eyes quickly as they adjusted to the darkness and realized they were in an alley between two looming buildings. A dirty alley based on the puddle of muck his knee was currently resting in. Taking note to burn his trousers later, he finally looked at the pair of men in front of him.

They were both massive walls of muscle. Standing easily over six feet tall and wearing all black, they were carbon copies of what henchmen should look like. Knowing followers when he saw them, Draco shifted his weight and asked, "Are you going to let us sit here all day or tell us who your boss is?"

Neither man moved or answered. It was almost intimidating, except they reminded Draco of Crabbe and Goyle during their Hogwarts years: hulking and brainless.

"Honestly, fellas, this isn't exactly comfortable." Harry shrugged his shoulders and attempted to reposition his glasses so he could see properly. "Can we hurry this up? I've got appointments to keep."

One of the men grunted, "Boss will be back soon."

"Oh, ya hear that, Potter?" Draco asked with fake fear filling his voice. "Their Boss will be here to see us. I'm shaking in my mud puddle," he sneered.

Draco's snark was cut off by the sound of shoes echoing down the alley behind them. Keeping an eye on the goons in front of him, he tried to gauge the size of the man approaching. The heavy footsteps thunk-ed down the pavement towards them, but the weight of the loud steps was caused only by the over-sized, bright yellow boots that stopped in front of Draco.

The boy in front of them couldn't have been older than twelve. He wore a pink ball cap turned backwards over his shockingly white hair and a black t-shirt that said "You inspire my inner serial killer." Skinny jeans were tucked into offensively bright yellow boots that were clearly several sizes too big for him. The two henchmen on either side of him only drew more attention to how small he was. He smacked his chewing gum and glared his golden eyes at them both with more ferocity than Draco felt they deserved.

"So," the boy said sharply, his Irish accent thicker than any Draco had heard. "You two arse clowns think you can come strollin' into my neighborhood without askin' for permission?" He popped his gum and accepted what Harry could tell was a baseball bat from one of the men next to it. Propping it up on his shoulder, he pointed at Draco. "Speak, blondie, I don't have all day."

"Did no one teach you how to properly speak to your elders?" Draco asked derisively. "Who do you think you are?"

"I'm the boss." The boy popped his chewing gum for emphasis.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Aren't you a little young to be in charge of anything?"

"I'm older 'n you, ye pox."

Harry coughed to hide his laugh. If he hadn't been tied up, he would have enjoyed the fact that so many people were giving Draco a hard time.

Draco threw Harry a glare. "That still doesn't answer my question," he growled. He was getting damn tired of being talked down to by children.

The kid looked anything but intimidated. In truth, he looked offended. "Ye hear that, boys? They don't know who I am?" He looked at the two mountains and laughed. "What a disappointment." He handed off the baseball bat and held out his arms. "I am Boss Man, boys. The King o' Mischief. The Ruler o' Wales. I," he drawled while striking a dramatic pose, "am Ireland."

Wearing a skeptical expression, Draco choked back his laughter. "Right. Well, those are all mouthfuls. Do you have an actual name? Or did mummy not give you one?"

A wide, toothy grin lit up the kid's face. "My name is Caoimhghin Seamus Douherty Aodhagán McGeoghegan. The third. The 'g' is silent."

Draco nearly heard Harry's jaw hit the cobblestone. Harry whispered, "What 'g'?" At the same time Draco barked, "No it's not."

"It sure is," he nearly crowed triumphantly. "But my friends call me Cevin. With a 'C' of course."

Draco sighed and tried to contain his frustration. This entire situation was so completely out of hand. "Alright then, Cevin."

"We aren't friends."

Draco gritted his teeth and ground out, "What do you want with us?"

"Would you look at that? I got ahead of myself. You see, Duncan here," his words were punctuated by a deep thump as he smacked one of the henchman's chest. "Duncan bet Ryan that you two would cry in the first few minutes o' being abducted. Turns out he was wrong." The second man who Draco assumed was Ryan held out his hand silently and accepted what looked to be a white rabbit tail from Duncan. "And now, Duncan is sad." Duncan held about as much emotion in his face as a brick wall. "So, to make things right, Duncan's going to throw hands with one o' you until he feels better, sound good?"

Draco didn't know what 'throwing hands' was, but he knew he probably wouldn't like it.

"Listen!" Harry finally shouted. "We don't want any trouble. We were only in Ireland for a short time to find a girl named Aoibheann. We found her, so we were just leaving. If you let us go, it's back to London and you'll never see us again."

The boy froze, his face unreadable. His eyes slowly slid from Harry to Draco then back again. His voice came out hard and icy as he demanded, "What could you possibly want with Aoibheann?"

Harry, not wanting to reveal details of a DMLE case to yet another child, evasively answered, "We just had to ask her some questions."

Cevin tipped his head at the two giants next to him, a frown distorting his features. "What questions?"

Harry and Draco exchanged glances. Evie had hardly seemed like a threat to their case, but this kid was unpredictable. And they didn't exactly know what they were dealing with in the first place. It was probably wise not to tell him anything else.

"It wasn't anything important." Harry said hesitantly.

The boy tsked quietly and shook his head at them. "Wrong answer."

Draco let out a shout as a black hood was pulled over his head. He braced himself for a blow that never came.

"Cevin!" a newcomer shouted from further down the alley. The feminine voice sounded vaguely familiar. "What are you doing?"

"Aw, hell. What're you doing here?"

"Cleaning up your mess, apparently. What were you thinking?" Her voice came closer, and Draco realized she sounded like Aoibheann. He felt a small speck of hope that the girl might help them.

"They said they had been looking for you. That's suspicious!"

Draco could hear her scoff. Hoping she could at least keep their kidnapper busy for a little longer, he began wiggling his wrists to try and get loose or reach his wand.

"It isn't suspicious, you dolt! One of your pixies got loose!"

"One o' mine?" he shrieked. Draco could tell by his tone that the mere suggestion was offensive to him.

"Yes, one of yours. It was over in England of all places. Why on earth would you send it there?"

"I didn't -"

"Excuse me," Harry said loudly to interrupt them. "Can we please get untied. This is a conversation I would like to be a part of, if you don't mind."

Draco could hear the boy grumbling to himself in a language he didn't recognize. He flinched when he felt hands on his arms, but held still as he felt them begin to untie him. It was about bloody time; his fingers were starting to go numb. The hood was pulled off his head, and Draco stood to his feet while rubbing his sore wrists. Before him stood Cevin and Evie, both with their arms crossed over their chests and glaring fiercely at each other.

"You had no right, Cevin. You can't just go kidnapping people without their permission."

Harry adjusted his glasses properly onto his nose and gave Draco a distressed look. He was the head of the Auror Department, and they had just been kidnapped. By two children. If this story got back to England the Daily Prophet would have a field day.

Cevin scoffed loudly. "I can do whatever I please, Evie. Besides, they were probably the ones what stole my pixie in the first place."

"They did not!" she shouted back. "They were the ones that brought it back!"

Cevin gave them a withering look, as if they were to blame for his current situation. "Seems suspicious."

Evie threw her hands up in exasperation. "Everything seems suspicious to you."

"It's true," Draco interjected. Hopefully he could end the argument and manage to get Harry and himself out of there. "We found the pixie and brought it to Aoibheann. That's why we were looking for her."

Evie gave her brother a smug look. "Told you so."

"Fine," he grumbled with a noticeably disappointed look on his face. "They can go. I don't want them here anyway."

Harry sighed with relief. "Thank you. If you'll just take us back to our rooms we'll be on our way."

Cevin's gold eyes lit up with a mischievous glow. "Sorry, no can do, boys. My sister and I have a very important meeting to get to with a very important council that you can't be a part of. Very exclusive and important."

"Cevin," Evie protested while he grabbed her hand.

"Good luck!" he crowed as the siblings and henchmen vanished in a soft yellow light.

Draco rubbed his fingers against his temples to try and alleviate his growing headache. "Bloody hell."

—..—

Ginny watched as Hermione nearly paced a hole in the floor of her shop. She had been muttering to herself and chewing on one of her fingernails for nearly a half hour, and Ginny was getting dizzy just watching. Luna was standing next to her humming a song and off in her own world, as usual. No help at all.

"Should we ask her what's wrong?"

Luna gave her a sideways glance and said, "Not yet. She needs to sort out her thoughts first. Once that's in order, she'll come to us."

Luna was right of course, she's always right, but that didn't abate Ginny's curiosity. Hermione never got like this anymore unless it had something to do with government patents and the like for her shop, but Ginny had thought all that was settled ages ago.

"Do you think it has to do with work?" Ginny tapped her fingers on the counter impatiently.

Luna continued humming and ignored her question.

"Or maybe a boy?" She gave Luna a smirk. "Like maybe a certain Slytherin we know?"

"I don't think Blaise has anything to do with this."

Ginny huffed and rolled her eyes. "No, Luna, not Zabini."

Luna rested her head on Ginny's shoulder and said in a sing-song voice, "Let her sort it out."

Gently resting her head against Luna's, Ginny sighed.

It wasn't much longer before Hermione stopped pacing and turned quickly to face the other two witches. There was a determined look in her eyes, but an undertone of panic had Ginny's full attention.

"I think Harry and Draco are in trouble."

"What makes you say that?" Ginny asked cautiously. She knew they were on some Ministry information gathering trip, but it hardly seemed dangerous when Harry had explained it to her a few days before.

Hermione came over to that counter they were standing behind and leaned against it, her fingers absently tracing a few cracks in the glass. "I just…" She trailed off with a frustrated sigh.

"You should always trust your gut, Hermione," Luna said reassuringly. "It's gotten you through too much for you to ignore it."

She nodded and then sighed again, this time sounding more exhausted. "I just feel like something is wrong. It's the same feeling I got before the basilisk or the dementors. I don't think their trip is going well, and I'm worried for them."

Ginny grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. When Hermione looked up at her, she smiled and said, "Then let's go get our boys."

AN: Also, forgot to mention, Evie and Cevin will be the only OCs introduced for a little while. I haven't forgotten this is a Dramione story I promise!