A/N: Hey all, I'm back again. Thank you to all my reviewers. You may not realise it, but every time you ask a question, or point out something you like that I didn't necessarily put in on purpose, you give me an idea for this story.

Like a review I got, about Harry, Draco and Sevi being an obvious love square or something along those lines. This may sound completely unbelievable, but I didn't actually set out to do that. Originally, this was meant to be a soppy thing, with no meaning, but it's kind of grown. Meh.

Did that make any sense at all? I thought not. This is a short chapter, but I didn't know where to cut off, and this made a nice little cliff hanger so … Anyway, Chapter Seven. Please Read and Review, Enjoy!

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Severus Snape was officially worried. Draco hadn't spoken to him or even made any sign that he knew he was alive apart from the unspoken agreement late last night. It puzzled him to say the least. He needn't have worried though, as 5 minutes later, who should walk in but Mr Malfoy himself.

"Ahh Mr Malfoy, how nice to see you." Snape sneered at him from behind his desk.

"Now, now godfather, enough with the formalities." He sneered in reply, and took a seat on his desk rather than he chair available. Merlin that boy took too many liberties.

"Of course, Draco. Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"A girl." Ahh, so he was right. It was a girl that had gotten Mr Malfoy hot under the collar. Now … which one was it?

"Yes, I was aware of that. Several years of talking with you has given me an insight into your mind, boy. Which girl?" He asked.

"I'd rather not reveal that at this moment in time." He avoided the question nicely. Pity he didn't realise that the man he was currently talking to was in fact a fully fledged spy. Stupid boy.

"Miss Granger, I presume."

"Wha--?"

"Yes, I know about that. You, my boy, aren't all that good at … keeping things concealed." Severus cut in, smirking. "I'm right, I take it." It was more a statement then a question.

"Yes. Now, I need your help in covering up something …"

"Like?"

"Well, I need to have a little chat with the Head Girl, and I need to have this chat in a private place. I don't think anyone will let me do this … so I need your help in … covering it up, so to speak."

"Right. You want me to distract the staff so you can kidnap the head girl and do goodness knows what to her."

"In other words, yes. So?"

"Ok, but only because you're my godson. And don't think of this is a regular favour. If I ever find out you've done anything to harm Miss Granger, you will put your house into the negatives for years after you've graduated, and you will be permanently be suspended from the Quiddich Team. Do I make myself quite clear, Mr Malfoy?"

"Crystal."

"Good. Now get out of my sight." He growled at the now smirking boy in front of him, and watching him strut out of the dungeons. Shit, why did he say that? Did he have some sort of mental problem. Judging from the way that conversation had gone, he guessed that last part was true. He would have to think of a plan to keep Miss Granger away from the sex crazed teenage boy … and fast.

As Hermione walked through the corridor, she was aware of someone following her. Every time she turned around, however, the corridor was deserted. This puzzled her, but she carried on treading the familiar route to the library.

Five minutes later, she could see the library door at the other end of the corridor she was currently standing in, and started to make her way there. Suddenly, there was a loud crash from behind her and as she spun around she was greeted by the sight of … nothing.

Shaking her head and laughing quietly at how paranoid she was, she turned back 'round and started walking to the library once more. She never made it though, as someone who was hiding behind a statue of Melvin the Marvellous, reached out and pulled her out of sight. Muffling her scream with a silencing charm, Hermione was helpless for the first time in her life.

Back in the Great Hall, the boys noticed the coincidental absence of the Head Boy and Girl.

"Hey, Ron? Where do you think Malfoy is?" Harry asked, placing his goblet down on the table and turning towards the boy next to him.

"Mmflusph pghufch ewwchu." He mumbled and spluttered. He'd look like a hamster if he stuffed any more food into his mouth.

"In English?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Ron swallowed the food and repeated what he'd said. "I said Malfoy's probably in his room. That or terrorising a girl or something." He said offhandedly, not seeing Harry's face change from a relatively healthy colour, to a deathly pale shade which could rival Nearly Headless Nicks'.

"That's what I was afraid of." Harry muttered, looking around once more before getting up and saying "C'mon Ron."

"Hey, that rhymed!" Ron laughed, unaware of the horrible feeling that was now settling in Harry's stomach.

"Yeah, just come on." He muttered again, now forcing Ron out of his seat and out of the Great Hall.

The two boys rushed up to the library, Harry filling Ron in on the way, and finally they arrived panting at the library entrance.  Puffing, Harry asked the librarian currently on duty where the Head Girl was. All he received was a blank look and he gave up on that idea, deciding to look around himself.

Ron went one way, and Harry went the other, but after a thorough search, it was obvious that she was no where to be seen. Rushing out of the library once more, they took off down the opposite end of the corridor Spotting no obvious clues, the turned around and sprinted back up the long passageway and saw something that made their blood run cold.

Hermione's Head Girl badge was lying on the floor.