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Chapter Two: Nancy Drew

Ginny went back to Harry's apartment looking for any clue that might tell her where he was. She knew how hard it was for Harry to see the family after Ron died but it wasn't like him to just flake on a family event. Not after she explained to him how much her family needed him in times like these. He was apart of their family they couldn't bare to lose and he understood that.

Ginny walked into his study. She knew he spent most of his time in here so naturally that was the first place she looked. On his desk, she spotted a spread out newspaper and started to read the largest article. As usual it was about how much of a hero Harry and Draco were. She read on for a bout 5 minutes before she saw it. Ron's name, misspelled. Ginny nodded her head. Harry had probably been furious when he read this. Harry had always made sure that everyone knew the role Ron had played. He always made sure they new that Ron had died for all of them. Ginny put the newspaper down and disapparated to the newspaper's office.

"Can I help you miss?" a lady at the front counter asked Ginny.

"Yes you can, Mrs. Love", Ginny replied looking at the plaque on the front of the desk. She took a step closer to the counter. "I was wondering has Harry Potter been by here lately?"

"Yes miss", the Mrs. Love replied, "He was here just the other day. He threw an absolute fit, apparently a name was spelled wrong in one of the articles. He just couldn't believe it." The receptionist gave a little snort of laughter, "I've never seen anything like it before."

"They misspelled his best friends name", Ginny said coldly, not appreciating the humor, "His best friend that was killed by Voldermort. My brother."

"I'm so sorry miss", the receptionist replied her face sobering up.

"Do you know where he went?" Ginny asked impatiently.

"No, all I know is that he said he was sick of it all and he didn't want to be in the public eye anymore."

"Thank you." Ginny said, and with a pop she was gone.

She went back home after that. It was late, she should get some sleep. She was planning to find Harry though. If he had just left and wasn't planning on telling anyone, than she was going to tell him that he was being an ass. He should know better.

Ginny woke up the next day later than she would have liked to. She was going to go straight over to Draco's and bug him some more. After all he and Harry had been together the most in the past two months. With all the public engagements they had to both attend, they had become pretty civil friends. Instead Ginny opted to go see Hermione, see how she was doing. In the past few months she hadn't spent enough time with her. She arrived through the floo to find Hermione eating breakfast.

"Hey Hermy", Ginny said as she sat down and grabbed a piece of bacon. "How are you doing?"

"Good", Hermione lied. Then she smiled, "I spoke with the healer yesterday. It's gonna be a little boy."

"That's great", Ginny smiled, "What are you going to name him?"

"Ronald, after his dad", Hermione replied.

"Sounds like a wonderful idea. Quite the honor, named after his dad", Ginny smiled at Hermione. They made small talk for a couple of minutes before Ginny got to the point of her visit. "Have you heard from Harry lately?"

"Come to think of it, I haven't", Hermione replied, "I should owl him."

"You do that", Ginny replied as she took one last bite of bacon. "Okay, well I have to go", Ginny got up, "It was good seeing you."

"You too", Hermione replied also giving up. Ginny gave her a quick hug before she left to see Draco.

"What do you want Weasel?" Draco asked as Ginny once again appeared in his office.

"Stop calling me Weasel, ferret boy", Ginny replied sitting down, "Harry hasn't been to his apartment in a week, he hasn't come to dinner either."

"Maybe he went on holiday", Draco replied sighing, "I don't care."

Ginny rolled her eyes at him, "I'm worried about him. He wouldn't just blow off the family like this."

"Bully for you", Draco said getting up from his desk, "I still seem to not care."

"I get it, you don't care. But, Draco, he is missing and you are telling me you won't help me find him", Ginny asked following after him.

"You don't know that he is missing", Draco said walking into his kitchen and pouring himself some tea. "So you haven't seen him for a while. Big deal. Maybe he was smart and decided to get away from you", Draco took a sip of tea, "Like I wish I could."

Ginny glared at him. Her eyes shooting daggers, "Prat."

"What's with this Nancy Drew investigation anyway?" Draco asked ignoring her name calling.

"Nancy Drew, that's a muggle reference", Ginny pointed out smirking.

"I know that", Draco replied glaring, "Yet that doesn't answer my question."

"It isn't like Harry to just let people down", Ginny replied, "You know how much he hates to disappoint. What if somethings wrong with him?"

"So what do you want from me?" Draco asked as he drained his cup.

"I want you to help me find him", Ginny replied like that should have been the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why the hell would I help you find Potter?" Draco drawled.

"Because he is the closest thing to a friend you have", Ginny replied, "And without him you lose your 'hero' status. Plus, you are the only person I could think to ask." Ginny added after a moment.

"Wow, I really feel needed. But with or without him I will still be a 'hero' ", Draco replied callously.

"Not as big a hero as you would be with him", Ginny countered, "And I know how much you love being on the cover of Witch's Weekly. You get all those love letters and some of those ladies are quite beautiful."

"Quite pathetic is more liked it", Draco rolled his eyes

"I want your help because you are big and strong", Ginny replied her voice serious but her eyes were twinkling with laughter

Draco rolled his eyes at her, "Buttering me up won't work."

"Please be my hero ferret boy", Ginny asked innocently

Draco rolled his eyes as he placed his tea cup in the sink.

"Please", Ginny pleaded with him, "I just want to make sure he is okay."

Draco thought for a minute and finally answered her," I'll help you, but only because then you might bloody well leave me alone."

"Good", Ginny replied smiling triumphantly, "So you will help me find him."

"Yes", Draco replied grumbling as he walked back to his office. Ginny followed after him.

"I went to his apartment and it is very obvious he hasn't been there in a week at least. Then I went to the Ghoulish Gazette", Ginny started telling him.

"Why did you go there?" Draco asked.

"They had an article in there about the last battle", Ginny replied, "They had spelled Ron's name wrong. I figured maybe Harry had gone to say something."

"Did he?" Draco asked, he was only half interested.

"Yeah", Ginny answered, "Apparently he told them that he was tired of being in the public eye and he just wanted to be gone."

"So why go bother him?" Draco asked, "Obviously he wants to be left alone. Just leave him be."

"I thought you said you were going to help me", Ginny asked.

"I was hoping that would get you to leave", Draco replied coldly.

"Draco", Ginny said in a voice that sounded oddly enough like her mother's when she was busy lecturing Bill on his fang earring.

"Harry lost his best friend", Draco replied, "Along with more of his friends . Maybe he needs some time out of the lime light. Any prat with half a brain can figure that out."

"Wow", Ginny replied sarcastically, "Is that a term of endearment."

"Listen Weasel", Draco said starting to angry.

"What ferret boy?" Ginny replied starting to get an attitude herself.

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but after thinking for a moment he closed it.

"Nothing to say?" Ginny asked him.

"Why don't you wait a while to see if Harry didn't just go for a holiday", Draco said finally, "You're so high maintenance. He probably did leave to get away from you."

"You're so annoying", Ginny shot back, "Sorry for caring about someone besides myself. I understand compassion is hard for you. After all you have never had anyone care about you. But I care about Harry and if he is in pain I want to help him."

"If I wanted compassion from someone I could get it easily", Draco replied his eyes flashing and his voice getting louder.

"Yeah, for 20 galleons an hour", Ginny interjected.

"Lucky for me I don't want compassion, especially if it were coming from you", Draco continued, "Like I said earlier Harry was lucky to get away from you when he could. Why don't you just chill out and mind your own business, and get out of my house while you are at it."

"Fine", Ginny replied coldly, "Good riddance." Ginny disapparated back to her room.

She stormed around her bedroom angrily, "That pompous git!"

"Ginny are you okay?" Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs.

"I'm fine", Ginny called back. She picked up her pillow and threw it against the wall. She didn't know why he could make her so mad. All she wanted was to find Harry and make sure he was okay. It had only seem logical to ask Draco for help. Now though, she didn't know what she had been thinking. She continued to throw pillows for a while before sitting down on her bed exhausted.

Draco leaned back into his chair. He had been about ready to faint from exhaustion when Ginny had been there. Seconds after she left he had sunk weakly into his chair. He didn't know why he was like this. He just didn't want anyone to see him being weak. It was quite pathetic really. He was exhausted and he hadn't even done anything.

Draco didn't know why she was so worried about Harry. So Harry wasn't around. Maybe he just wanted a holiday. He would love some peace and quiet himself. Being in the spotlight wasn't easy, it made him weaker than just a normal day. Draco sighed as he closed his eyes. A little nap wouldn't hurt him. Then maybe he would be more prepared to take on the little weasel when he saw her next.

Harry was laying on a cot. Upon closer inspection, it showed that he wasn't laying there, he was tied there. He was in the middle of a dark room. The room itself was made of brick and stone. There were small windows along the top of the walls but besides that a bare bulb lit the room. Harry wasn't alone.

"You killed the dark lord", his captor shouted at him, "You will pay for that."

"He deserved it", Harry replied. Harry had cuts and scratches on him. His wrists were rubbed raw from the ropes.

"Soon he will be back in power", laughed Harry's captor, "Soon."

Draco woke up from his dream. "That was interesting", he said to himself as he got out of his chair. All of a sudden he felt a sharp pain on his wrist. He looked down at his wrist. It was rubbed raw. Draco sat back down. How did he do that to himself? Draco pondered that a moment before he got back up again.

"I'm psyching myself out", he said aloud, "And talking to myself. I'm going insane."

Draco walked to his kitchen getting another cup of tea. He sat down at his kitchen table his head in his hands. He was so tired, that wasn't normal. He sat there, his tea becoming cold, forgotten. Draco had fallen asleep again.

"Just let me be", Harry said quietly, "People will notice that I'm gone."

"It's been a week. They haven't yet", his captor laughed, "In two more weeks you will be dead and the Dark Lord will live again."

"It isn't going to work", Harry argued.

"Shut up", his captor said slapping him across the face, "The dark lord will live again."

"You're insane", Harry replied, ignoring the pain in his face.

His captor turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Not before Harry got a good view of the outside. And a good view of a sign.

'Buy your Georgia grown peaches here!'

Draco woke up. His hand flew to his lip. His mouth was bleeding. Draco walked quickly to his bathroom and looked in the mirror. He had a hand print across his face. What hell is going on?

Ginny woke up. She didn't remember laying down, but she must have. She felt a lot worst after her run in with Draco. After punching her pillow into a lumpy mess she guess she had just fallen asleep. She jumped when she noticed that someone was in her room.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked Draco rolling her eyes.

Draco showed her his wrist.par

"You have a booboo", Ginny said in a condescending tone, "What do you want me to do about it?"par

"I had a dream", Draco replied.par

"Really?" Ginny asked sarcastically, "That's amazing."

"Shut up for two seconds", Draco shot back, "I had a dream where Harry was tied to this cot and he was being held hostage."

"That would never happen", Ginny interrupted him.

"Shut up!" Draco repeated himself, "It could happen. His wrists were rubbed raw from the rope. Anyways, when I woke up I had a rope burn on my wrist. Then I apparently fell asleep again. This time in my dream Harry got slapped against the face. When I woke up my lip was bleeding."

Ginny sat down on her bed thinking. After a couple of minutes she spoke up, "It makes sense."

"What does?

"You dreaming about Harry and being hurt like he is", Ginny answered.

"Why do you say that?" Draco asked her.

"When Harry was a baby he gained some of Voldermort's magic", Ginny started, "After that he sometimes had dreams of what was going on with Voldermort. Also when Voldermort was mad, his scar would hurt."

"What's that got to do with me?" Draco asked impatiently.

"Think about it", Ginny replied, "You gave Harry some of your magic in the last battle. Apparently you guys are still linked."

"Oh", Draco replied stupidly.

"Tell me exactly what happened in your dream", Ginny asked him.

"Harry was in this really dark room. Kind of like the dungeons at Hogwarts. He was tied to this cot. His captor was telling him how he killed the dark lord and he would pay. His captor was trying to bring back Voldermort."

"Did you get any clue to where he might be?" Ginny asked, "Where he might be?"

Draco thought for a minute, "The guy had an accent", he laughed, "It really helped those death threats to sound scary."

Ginny glared at Draco, "Now is not the time to be laughing."

"If you had heard this guy talk you would be laughing too", Draco replied, "He sounded like a country bumpkin."

"That's helpful", Ginny replied sitting down and thinking.

"There was a sign", Draco continued sitting down on Ginny's bed, "It said.... something about peaches." Draco thought harder, trying to remember what the sign had said. "Something about buying your Georgia grown peaches."

"Draco!" Ginny said excitedly, "Georgia that's a state in the United States."

"So what now?" Draco asked her.

"We find him."

"We?" Draco asked her skeptically.

"Yes", Ginny replied firmly, "We."

"Why would I help you?" Draco asked her.

Ginny grabbed his wrist, showing him his rope burn, "Because, you're the one getting hurt by this. Who knows what would happen to you if he died."

"Fine", Draco growled rolling his eyes, "I'll help. But under one condition."

"What?" Ginny asked him.

"You don't call me ferret boy."

"Fine", Ginny replied,"I won't call you ferret boy. Except of course when you are being an absolute prat and you need some humbling."

Draco opened his mouth to say something but Ginny beat him to it.

"Besides it isn't like you are going to stop calling me little Weasel."