A/N: Hey, I'm back. Thank you for all the reviews, I love that moment when I sign on and my computer goes "You have e-mail". Aww, it's so nice! Anyway, the more you review, the more incentive I have to write, so keep 'em coming please!
For those of you that have never heard of a band called Rooney, I suggest you check them out. I'll be using a few of their songs in this story and it'd be nice if you knew what the tune went like, you know? They really are a kick ass band, and I recently had the luck of going to one of their shows (Technically, it was a Keane show, but Rooney were opening. Check Keane out too!). They were great, and if you want to know more, then just go to livejournal.com and look up 'RooneyRockz'. You can get a full report from there. I also went to a headlining Rooney show and that was just … wow. Beyond words. I uh … I kind of flirted with one of the guys that work for Rooney, too. Ok, 'kind of' may be a slight understatement. I guess you could say I pulled him. Heh, yay! You can ask me about that, if you don't like the story … just as long as you review!
Anyway, I am so sorry for the long absence. If it's any consolation, I haven't updated my PD story in ages either, so you're not the only ones missing out on my fabulous sense of humour and wit. Yeah, that may be pushing it slightly. Here's Chapter Eight, Read and Review Please. Enjoy!
"Is that …" Ron muttered out of the corner of his mouth, staring at the shiny badge lying innocently on the floor.
"'Mione's Head Girl badge." Harry said, sighing and taking a seat on the ground.
"Well what's it doing on the floor? Hey, do you think 'Mione's lost it? Maybe it fell off …" He trailed off as he saw the look of frustration on his best friends' face.
"Ron, don't you get it?" He growled "Hermione isn't in the library, she isn't at breakfast, and she isn't in the common room."
"Well, we haven't checked the common room. She might be there, you know-"
"No! She isn't there! 'Mione would never go anywhere without her Head Girls' badge. She has a kind of attachment to it; you know what she's like. Anything of hers goes missing, and she'll know right from the off. Remember the Ancient Runes Textbook Incident?"
"Ahh yeah, that was great!" Ron laughed at the memory and Harry shot him a look of discontentment.
"That is not the point," He sad slowly, emphasising each word. "The point is that 'Mione told us she was going to the library, but she isn't in there and there's no sign of her! Now we've found her Head Girls badge just lying on the floor. Are you getting it now??" He asked, exasperated.
"Um, yeah, kind of," Ron grinned sheepishly at him. "So what are we going to do?"
"We're going to find her, of course." Harry said, with an obvious 'duh' tone in his voice.
"Ok, that sounds good. One problem though. We don't know where she I, or who's got her!" He hissed in reply, finally getting the situation.
"Oh Ron, my dear friend. Who has been strange this year? Who's being nice to 'Mione, and wasn't before? Who do you think would be the perfect person to do something like this?" He questioned.
A look of recognition shot over the redhead's face, and with a growl, he muttered "Malfoy."
"Bingo."
Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, the Head Boy, Mr Draco Malfoy, was on the lookout for the lovely Head Girl. So far, he hadn't found her. It would be impossible for someone to just disappear into thin air, wouldn't it? Well, in Hogwarts, anything is possible. With another exasperated sigh, he turned around and began trekking up the long corridor and back towards the Great Hall.
Before he could reach the large warm room, however, a pair of hands clasped around his neck and a muttered levitation charm was heard. A shock of red hair and a lightening bolt came into view.
"What have you done with her, ferret?" Harry growled.
"Done with whom?" He sneered in reply, visibly wincing at the memories of that nickname. "And could you release me, Weasel. You may be a pureblood in the eyes of the ministry, but your blood is as dirty as a common mudblood'. Although, Granger is looking particularly tasty … I wouldn't mind her touching me." He finished, smirking in triumph at the facial expressions now shown on the two boys.
"How dare you speak about her like that! 'Mione isn't a piece of meat for you to chew on, she has feelings and she's our best friend, so you can forget about getting your filthy little hands anywhere near her." Harry hissed at him before Ron had the chance to open his mouth. "Now where is she?"
"Who?!" He groaned at the stupidity of most Gryffindors. Honestly, these two should have been put in Hufflepuff. How could he know who they were talking about, if they didn't tell him?!
"Hermione!" Ron yelled at him, finally losing his temper. "Who do you think? What have you done with her you overgrown, smelly stupid little weasel of a boy!"
"Nothing." Malfoy calmly stated, whilst discreetly reacting into his robes to get his wand.
"Nothing?! Wha-" Ron started up again, but got cut off by a hand on his shoulder.
"What do you mean 'nothing'? If you haven't got her, then who has?" Harry pulled Ron backwards, for he was advancing on Draco with a menacing glint in his eye.
As quick as a flash, Draco pulled out his wand, which he had been grasping tightly for the last few minutes. With a cry, he yelled out the first spell that came to his mind. Watching the two boys writhing on the floor, – Harry hit with a jelly legs curse and not able to stand up, and Ron being tickled aimlessly – he laughed a cruel laugh and stepped over them.
"I don't know where Granger is, or who's got her, but you can bet your broom that when I find her, she'll be all mine. Nothing you say or do is going to change that." And with a last kick to Harry's leg, the blonde headed boy made his way to the Great Hall.