A/N Thank you guys so much for the support and the reviews! The first chapter had breaks like these!!!!!!! or or , but they just wouldn't show up I don't know if there's something wrong with my computer so pay attention people this part is very important!
WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS "BREAK" THAT'S INCLUDING THE QUOTATION MARKS, THAT MEANS NEITHER A AMOUNT OF TIME HAS PAST OR THEY'RE IN A DIFFERENT PLACE.
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She woke up in the morning and looked around her. The left side of the bed was empty. She looked around the room thinking that he was in the bathroom or something. She got up from the bed and wrapped a robe around herself.
She sneaked a peek into the bathroom, but no one was there.
She started to worry, where did he go? He couldn't have left her here by herself after what happened last night, he couldn't have, he promised.
She broke down in sobs on the floor; at that time she hated herself for being so naïve as to trust him. She lay there on the plush dirty carpet of the hotel room for hours. She could see the sunlight streaming through the dark red curtains giving off a feeling of utmost despair.
Whenever footsteps past the room, she thought it was him, but it wasn't. When the door opened, she thought it was him, it wasn't, it was the maid. Giving up on waiting for him, she distractedly threw on some clothes and left the room.
But she paused at the door. Her eyes swept over the unmade bed the ruffled blankets and the pillows on the floor.
"Goodbye, my love, goodbye forever."
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Hermione stared at the man standing in front of her. A sick feeling erupted in her stomach, something was wrong and she was about to find out.
"Well Hermione do come in after all it is your house," the man said pleasantly as if he was an invited guest.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked, but she already knew.
"Yours truly Draco Malfoy," he flashed her a brilliant grin.
"What are you doing in my house?" Even though she said this, but her brain didn't register it until a few second later, "oh my God! Where's my daughter? Did you do something to her! IF something happened to her I'll hex your ass into hell!"
"Manners Hermione, manners, something that you never seem to have," Draco said haughtily.
"I'll ask you one more time, where the hell IS MY DAUGHTER!" Hermione's voice got louder with each word.
Draco clasped his hand onto Hermione's mouth to stop her from waking up half the neighborhood. Despite Hermione's violent struggle, which caused him few scratches on his face, Draco dragged Hermione into the living room.
Hermione sat down on her sofa willing herself to remain as calm as possible in the giving circumstance. She sorted through her mind in an analytical order trying to piece together what's happening.
She knew that Draco Malfoy is in her house. Audrielle's whereabouts are unknown to her. Mrs. Kashino doesn't seem to be here.
Draco strolled into her kitchen and poured her a cup of very strong tea and gave it to Hermione. Hermione looked at him in disgust and pushed the drink away.
"I suppose you figured out by now what happened," Draco said calmly.
"You kidnapped Audrielle didn't you," Hermione spoke in a bare whisper.
"So that's her name," Draco said simply.
"Where is my daughter?"
"If I tell you that defeat the whole point of a kidnap wouldn't it."
"That's it I'm calling the aurors," Hermione stood up from the couch.
Hermione swung her leg across the sofa, landed on the other side. She had to find her owl; she had to owl the aurors.
In one quick movement Draco caught up with her. He grabbed her waist and flung her over his shoulder. Hermione pounded on his back and kicked his stomach, but he didn't seem to notice. Draco tossed her onto the couch and sat across from her on an armchair.
"God damn it! Where the hell did you take her, you bastard!"
"You're in no position to question me so just be quiet while I explain a few things to you."
Hermione glared at his clean shaven face, a face she hadn't seen for eight years.
"As you know I kidnapped Audrielle, now she's with one of my trusted colleagues. As long as you do what I ask, no harm will come to her, understand? Your daughter is the hostage, and you are responsible for her life. As long as you give me the ransom, she'll be safe. And let me tell you that I have done this before. And all the kids are safely back with their parent, all of the parents who paid that is."
Hermione looked at the man in pure hatred. She couldn't stand this anymore. She just can't believe that her little angel was gone. Hermione bolted up the stairs and rushed into Audrielle's room, desperately hoping that she was there and this was just a cruel joke someone decided to play on her.
Audrielle's dolls sat neatly in a row on the floor. Her bed was made with fluffy pillows against the headboard. Her laundry was piled orderly in her closet. Her things were all over the room. Yet there was no trace of her.
Hermione continued running from room to room, hoping that Audrielle will pop up from behind a desk or crawl out from under a bed, but that didn't happen.
After searching all the rooms, Hermione ran into her own room. Her eyes quickly scanned the room and found what she was looking for. Hermione picked up her wand hastily and ran downstairs.
Draco sat on a recliner sipping the martini he made for himself. Hermione pointed her wand at him. Her hands were shaking beyond control. Her breathe came out jagged and rough.
"Tell me where my daughter is or I'll kill you!"
Draco cast a glance at her and smiled, not taking her seriously at all and returned to the drink.
Hermione muttered a spell and the wine glass shattered into thousands of pieces. The cocktail drink spilled onto his clean white shirt, dying it red. The broken pieces fell onto to the clean white carpet and some pierced Draco's hands making it heavy with blood.
"Tell me where my daughter is now; the next time something shatters it's going to be your body."
Draco got up from the chair and calmly walked over to her.
"Don't come any closer or you'll die!" Hermione warned him, her hands were still shaking hysterically.
Draco gently raised his hand and edged towards her slowly.
"Now listen Hermione, be reasonable," Draco said soothingly.
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT BEING REASONABLE WITH YOU! TELL ME WHERE MY DAUGHTOR IS!"
Hermione couldn't hold her tears back anymore; they spilled over the edge of her eyes and poured on her face.
Draco raised his hand to her eyes and wiped the tears off. Hermione flinched as he touched her and backed away quickly out of his reach.
"Hermione don't cry, let's talk about this like mature adults now," Draco said this phrase for about the hundredth time in his career.
"Don't play mind games with me. I'm going to say this one more time, where is my daughter?" Hermione asked in a deadly whisper, "tell me now or be prepared to die."
Draco sighed exasperatedly and took something out of his pockets. It was a small ornate mirror about the size of his fist.
"See this Hermione, this is a communication mirror. The person who has your daughter has the other mirror. I can talk to her freely using this device. If I don't speak to her every thirty minutes, she's going to kill your daughter. So if you kill me, you'll be killing your daughter too."
Hermione's arms sagged in defeat. There was nothing she can do for her daughter anymore. For the first time ever she's failed in doing something, and it was the most important thing too.
Draco walked towards her again, this time Hermione didn't back off. She let him take her wand out of her hands and led her to the sofa again.
"What do you want from me?" Hermione said blankly.
"I thought you would never ask. Most people ask that question first."
"What do you want from me?" Hermione repeated.
"I want your self spelling wand formula. Also I need you to tell me everyone who knows about how it's made."
"Who wants it?"
Draco grinned.
"The Dark Lord."
Hermione showed no reaction to this. She didn't need to ask what he wanted it for. Obviously with the help of programmed self spelling wand it would be much easier to kill people and he could build an army simply out of wands that could destroy the world. (A/N hahhahahahaha, wiping tears from my eye. Sorry the idea was just so funny an army of self attacking wands. Imagine Voldemort walking into the ministry of magic with thousands of wands trailing behind him!)
Hermione didn't want to make this decision. Who would? She could give the dark lord what he wants and let him rule as the supreme leader of all wizards or she could watch her daughter die.
Hermione can't let her daughter die; Audrielle is all she has and all she wants.
Hermione nodded in silence.
Draco grinned, another mission accomplished.
"Where is it?"
"The formula is in the lab at the ministry of magic," Hermione said tonelessly, "We can go get it now."
"Do you think I'm stupid or something? I'm not going to try to break into the ministry of magic, I'll get arrested. Besides now is too soon, there's bound to be a lot of security around that formula tonight, it's too risky now. It's much safer to sneak it out in a few more days, after the security around it loosen a bit."
"But I want my daughter back now! I don't fucking care about you getting arrested"
"Shut up woman, you'll have your daughter back eventually. Of course you won't care I get arrested that's what you want to happen," Malfoy snapped back.
Hermione shut her mouth after that. Instead she sat on the sofa trying to come up with a way to save Audrielle without destroying the magical world, in the end she came up with nothing.
Hermione sat on that sofa for an hour before her bottom started to get numb. She stood up from the sofa and walked outside to the porch. It was very late. There was a full moon today, the reflection of the moon flickered across the lake behind Hermione's house. The wind hardly stirred, the trees stood majestically in the grass guarding their leaves.
Hermione cradled her head in her hands and rubbed her temples. What she wouldn't give to have her daughter back in her arms. She wanted to tuck her little precious girl in her princess bed and tell her a story. She wanted to hear Audrielle's angel voice calling her mommy.
The tears she held back, broke the dam she built. She blamed herself for everything. Everything was her fault. Only if she didn't leave her precious girl home by herself, only if she took Audrielle with her, only if she didn't go to the banquet. This was all her fault this whole entire dammed thing was her fault.
At times like this Hermione wished that she had a husband. How she dearly wished that her husband would wrap her in his arms and let her cry into his shoulders then rock her to sleep. She wanted him to whisper calm words into her ears to calm her nerves. She didn't want to carry on this burden alone; she needed someone to do this with her. But she had given up on that dream a long time ago when she had lost him.
Why can't some guy just wrap her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay. What did she do to deserve this harsh punishment?
"Why? Why do you have to do this to me," Hermione said weakly to that one person.
"Why did who do this to you?" A soft voice came from behind her.
Hermione whipped around and saw Draco standing there. The moonlight fell across his hair making it appear brighter than before. His grey eyes gleamed under the starlight, heavy with exhaustion.
How Hermione hated the way he stood over her like he was superior to her. How she hated the way his hair always fell onto his face. How she hated everything about him from his looks to his very existence.
"Haven't you caused enough pain for one night Malfoy," Hermione grumbled.
"I just finished talking to my partner on the mirror and I thought you'd like to know that your daughter is awake now and she doing fine."
"Is she hungry? Where is she, is she cold or tired? Does she need anything maybe her dolls or her blanket?" Hermione said worriedly, if she can't be there for her daughter at least she could make sure her daughter was alright.
Draco laughed coldly at her eagerness to help her daughter.
"Is that what you learned after Hogwarts? How to worry about other people," Draco said humorously.
"No Draco, I learned how to be a good parent to my daughter and you'd know too if you were one," Hermione whispered quietly to him as she passed him.
She opened the back door into the house and stepped inside and locked the door.
Draco stared at Hermione until she disappeared from his view. He shook his head from side to side with disbelief that was probably the only woman on earth who would have an attitude like that after her kid has been kidnapped.
Sometimes a job like his can get a bit tiring. After all you'd have to put up with wailing parents and bratty rich kids. All that tension sometimes can give you a serious migraine which Draco was experiencing right now.
Draco sighed; maybe he was getting a bit old for this even though he was only 26. Maybe he should call it quits after this one. Draco chuckled at the thought of him going up to Voldemort and telling him he wanted to quit. He probably won't make it out alive after that.
But only if Draco knew what was in store for him, he would have quite right away.
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A/n another chapter done. What do you guys think? I know this is slow going, but it will get more interesting. I don't mind constructive comments, please send them to me. Oh if you would like me to send you an email when I update then just leave your email in the review. Normally the would do it but the thing been down lately.