"How could you?! You were supposed to be watching her!" Ginny screeched. She couldn't believe it! No, this had to be some sort of a joke! There was no way that her daughter was gone. How could Draco be so irresponsible?

"I just laid down for about a half hour!" Draco argued. He should have known his arguments were futile (he probably did), but he argued anyway. This was a mistake.

Ginny was about to rip off his head.

"You were still supposed to be watching her!" She growled. Draco mentally flinched, but wouldn't allow her to win the argument. A true Slytherin to the bone, he wouldn't back down when there was an argument (unless, of course, there was some way he could save his own skin. In this case there wasn't any.)

"If you had been here, then this wouldn't have happened!" Draco stated. The moment the words left his mouth he knew he had made a mistake. Telling her that she should have been at home and Kari wouldn't have been kidnapped- a bad, and not very smart, move on his part.

"I was in school. Or didn't you remember? You know the place you told me to go?" Ginny replied as if talking to a naughty four-year-old. How could he blame this on her? It was totally, completely, one hundred percent his fault! After he had told her to attend school. And he was blaming her!

"If you wouldn't have gone, this wouldn't have happened." Draco said nastily. He knew that this argument was getting him nowhere, nor would it get him anywhere, but he couldn't stop himself. In an argument, he always had to come out on top.

"If you hadn't gone to sleep, then she would still be here!" Ginny pointed out. It would have been a rational argument if not for her tone. Draco bristled at the tone and glared. How dare she! This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about! Not some little good-for-nothing Mudblood!

"If you hadn't-" He began.

"Enough "ifs" you two!" A voice said. They turned to find the source of the voice. It belonged to a man in his mid-forties with a small potbelly. He wore a black suit and his brown hair was slicked back with quite a large amount of hair gel. It rather reminded Ginny of Draco's hair before he learned that the messy look worked much better for him.

"Shut up! You aren't in the conversation." Draco hissed. How dare this man- an American, by the sound of him- interrupt their argument. Okay, in truth, he was saving Draco a lot of pain, and the pain of losing an argument, but that still didn't diminish his sin! Interrupting a Malfoy!

"I should be." The man said. Yes. Definitely an American. Draco thought.

"Why? Go away." Ginny ordered. The man narrowed his eyes and walked into the room. When he did, a small gold dot that had been in his buttonhole in his suit was distinguishable as an American flag. Ginny could not help but roll her eyes. Honestly, these Americans got disgusting with their "patriotism".

"No. I'm from the United States' Council of Wizards' Department of Missing Persons." The man began haughtily. From his tone, it was clear that he didn't care to be there with the Malfoys. Perhaps he thought he was too good for them? Draco thought. Well, that can be remedied.

"Oh. Well, we don't need your help. Kari is a British citizen, and therefore needs the British Ministry. No Americans necessary." Ginny said snootily. Even though she had chosen an American university, she still didn't really like the Americans. Many were arrogant, holier-than-thou individuals. She completely forgot the fact that people around the world were just the same.

"You're studying here and she's living here. It's our responsibility." The man explained, not impatiently. While he wasn't being impatient, (because of his training) he still was getting quite annoyed by their arrogant attitudes. Really, though, how was he supposed to help if they didn't want his help?

"Do you know who I am?" Draco asked, just as snootily as Ginny had when mentioning that they were British. Although it was unthinkable that anyone would not know who he, the great Draco Malfoy, was, these Americans were never prided with their senses.

"Draco Malfoy." He responded. All right, he was about ready to scream at them that this was his job. He didn't necessarily like talking to moody parents who had just had their kids kidnapped.

"So you do know how stupid it is to argue with me or my wife?" Draco said condescendingly. The man, Agent Stevens, could almost imagine his nose sticking in the air. Talk about holier-than-thou personalities! He couldn't imagine what it would be like to meet that Harry Potter, who had directly killed Voldemort, when this one who had only indirectly helped him was so self absorbed and arrogant.

"Obviously, Mr. I-Can-Help-Defeat-Dark-Lords." Agent Stevens said mockingly. He was getting tired of dealing with them. Now, while he was a patient man, patience could only be stretched so thin. If they didn't stop with their attitudes, he was going to seriously injure one of them.

"Americans!" Draco muttered under his breath. Agent Stevens narrowed his eyes, but pretended to mistake the murmur for a cough.

"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy? Do you need a cough drop?" he asked, all too sweetly. Draco knew exactly what he was doing, and in truth, he admired the man's Slytherin-ness.

"No. No, Mr.…?" Draco said airily. His manner made the man think that he didn't really care. In fact, Draco was in awe of this man. He was such a Slytherin!

"Stevens." The man replied sticking out his hand for Draco to shake. Draco accepted it, and the man's nose wrinkled.

"Right." Draco said, pulling his hand away. The nerve of the man!

"I need to talk to you…" Agent Stevens began. He rolled his eyes angrily when Draco interrupted.

"Could it wait? My wife and I are in the middle of something."

"An argument, obviously." Agent Stevens muttered under his breath. To Draco he said,

"No! You must do this now!"

Draco rolled his eyes.

"What does it matter? The ransom will come soon." He said knowingly. It was all Agent Stevens could do to keep from rolling his eyes. But he did repress the urge.

Barely.

"Well it isn't always about ransom, Mr. Malfoy." He explained patiently.

"What do you mean 'Its not always about ransom'?" Draco asked, shocked. Ginny, who had been quiet up to this point, gasped loudly.

"That's exactly what I mean." He answered haughtily. Don't let these Brits think they know everything, now! Agent Stevens thought happily.

"Honestly Draco, you've been in the Wizarding world too long." Ginny stated bluntly. Now it was her turn to get some revenge from Draco.

"Shut up, Virginia." He said angrily. She glared at him

"No! I'm tired of you telling me what to do!" Ginny shouted. Agent Stevens couldn't help himself this time. He rolled his eyes. Luckily for him, neither of them noticed, or he would have been given one of their more nasty curses.

"You are annoying! Just shut up!" This was probably the single biggest mistake he could have made. It didn't matter that he had lost Kari at that moment, or that he had been arguing with her. But when he told her that she was annoying, Ginny walked out of the room.

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To clear this up now: I do not think that British people hate Americans, and I don't think Americans hate the British. It's just their attitude right now, after losing their daughter. Understand? Excellent!

Other than that, I got nothing…. have a nice day!

Buh bye!
-Lili