Ten minutes later, Draco and Pansy entered the dark library, making their way between two shelves in the back. Draco was breathing quickly by now, terrified and worried beyond what he thought possible. It was much like the feeling he got when he knew he was going to go see his father again, or when he thought back on those times when he did.

"What are we doing?" Draco whispered. He'd gotten out from under the cloak so that he was able to move around more freely, and he was looking out from behind the bookshelf. He was trying not to let himself break down and cry, like he very much felt like doing.

"We're hiding," Pansy replied quietly.

"We're not allowed in here after hours. If Filch catches us, we'll be in for it."

"Filch is the least of your worries, Draco. Please, come closer and let's stay quiet. Blaise could come searching in here."

Draco took a few steps back to where Pansy was standing, and then bent down to sit on the floor. His back leaned against the bookshelf, his head doing the same, his eyes closing. "I can't believe this is happening. Why did I even leave the common room? I would've been yelling if Blaise came in the dorm. Harry would've been able to help me."

Pansy glanced over at him, looking distressed about something. She'd taken off her cloak again, holding it beneath one of her arms. "Potter won't be able to help you with everything, you know."

"Yes, but he would've been able to help me then," Draco said miserably. "I'm so bloody stupid."

"You're not stupid. This was a last minute thing. I needed to get you out of there and it was good that you came. Harry wouldn't have been able to help you" Pansy sighed lightly and peeked between the books to get a closer look at the library doors. Draco lifted his head to watch her.

"Why are you helping me now?"

She looked back at him, looking a bit more jittery than normal. Her fingers were tapping against her side. "Listen, I heard Blaise talking about doing some sort of plan tonight, and I heard them mention something about taking you from the tower when everyone was sleeping. So... I couldn't just sit there. I wasn't able to do anything to help you before, because, well, Potter was with you."

Draco bit his lip, averting his eyes away from her. "Oh, well everything was going well with him. The Gryffindors really aren't all that bad."

"Draco, you're not planning to join them, are you?" Pansy questioned, sounding hurt and disbelieving at the same time.

"What, you're expecting me to join my father?" Draco started, a bit irritated that she and the Slytherins still seemed to be worried about that. Hadn't they gotten the idea already?

A noise suddenly sounded from somewhere outside the library doors. It was a series of shuffling and rapid whispering. A second later there was a loud banging sound, and a string of loud curses echoed throughout the hallway. It sounded closer to the doors.

Pansy and Draco froze where they were, wanting to take a look at the entrance of the room but wanting to stay hidden as well. Draco could only think of how Blaise had found them, and that they were definitely in deep trouble. His eyes closed again, willing himself to calm himself. Willing himself to think of Harry coming to look for him; he had to have woken up by now...

"Jesus! Keep him still! What are you trying to do, wake up the whole castle?" Someone whispered harshly. The doors had opened and whoever it was was making their way carefully inside. Draco couldn't help it; he quickly glanced from around the bookshelf. He made out about four figures, and it was much too dark at a distance to make out whom they were. He could see one of them squirming, however.

"Pansy... I think we should go," Draco said, his voice nearly inaudible.

"Shh," she said quickly, peering through the cracks in the bookshelf again.

"Pansy, please!"

"Where the hell are they!" The person said again, louder this time. Draco finally recognized the voice, and it was only too obvious why they were here. Pansy had tricked him. She'd brought him here to meet the boy himself.

"Ow, he's kicking me." The second person's voice was deeper, and Draco already assumed that Crabbe and Goyle were with him. Damn it. He knew he shouldn't have came here. He had to go, and he had to now.

So, he pushed himself up from the floor, beginning to look around the bookshelf again so that he was able to spot the others. He wanted to sneak around them, that way he'd be able to make a run for it before they spotted him.

"Draco! Wait!" Pansy exclaimed. She grabbed onto his wrist before he was able to move.

"Get off of me, you bloody traitor. You've led me to them!" Draco said angrily. He jerked on his wrist, drawing it back. He began backing away from her. She gave him an irritated look. It was then that he knew the entire 'trust' promise was a only a ploy to get him here alone.

"Blaise!" she called loudly. All at once, he saw the dark figures' heads snap their way, and in the next second, he bolted toward the doors. He didn't know what else to do, and a part of him was telling him that he might be able to make it.

"He's getting away!"

"Hey!"

Draco could feel his heart beating out of his chest again, and his breathing was the only thing he could hear as he ran toward the doors. He wouldn't let them do anything to him. He wouldn't let them bring them to where they wanted... he wouldn't listen to anything about his father...

His hand reached for the doorknob to throw the door open, but before he did so, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind. They tugged him roughly backward, and he felt himself toppling over, a startled sound leaving him. He scrambled to get up as quickly as he could, trying to fight the other off. They were latched onto him rather strongly.

"Get off of me!" Draco said frantically. He tried pulling the arms off as he struggled on the ground.

"Stop moving!" They said. The voice belonged to Blaise.

"No, get the hell off of me!"

"If you run, I'm going to curse Potter until the only thing he can think of is pain!"

Draco stopped struggling then, and he glanced in idle shock toward Blaise. What? That threat had sounded remarkably like something his father would say. Where was Harry? What had they done to him?

Suddenly, his gaze snapped across the room, at the spot that Crabbe and Goyle were standing in. He noticed that the squirming figure wasn't another Slytherin; it was Harry.

"What the fuck, Zabini! What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco exclaimed furiously. He tried jerking away during that moment, but he was dragged violently upward by his waist. Blaise seemed to realize that a little more force was needed to contain the boy.

"That seemed to grab your attention. Now why is that?" Blaise inquired darkly. "Crabbe! Come over here! Goyle, keep a hold on Potter!" A moment later, Crabbe came bustling over at Blaise's request.

"Help me tie him," Blaise muttered.

"What?" Draco said, surprised, "What do you think you're doing?" Another attempt at escaping the boy's grasp was done, but it didn't work. Crabbe snatched his arms behind him, and Blaise proceeded to tie Draco's wrists tightly together.

"You realize we're still in bloody school?" Draco questioned anxiously. "You'll get expelled for this."

"I don't care," Blaise stated calmly. "The year's almost over and I don't even need this school anymore. Not for what I'm going to do. Anyway, I'm doing what I was ordered. C'mon."

Blaise tugged on Draco's wrists, pulling him back to where Harry was standing. Pansy had come out to stand beside Goyle, her eyes wandering onto Draco as they made their way over. She looked nervous and afraid. Draco glared at her, too angry and scared to really do anything about what was happening. He felt like there was nothing he could do to help himself and Harry; this was hopeless. He'd made a mistake.

"I can't believe you, Pansy," Draco spat coldly. "I thought you were my friend."

"I'm so sorry, Draco," she said quietly. Her eyes looked down at the ground. He heard her sniff as she took a small step back.

"Oh, shove it. No need to get so emotional. If you hadn't gotten so attached to Harry in the first place, none of this would've happened," Blaise spoke, sounding annoyed.

"Go to hell!" Draco shouted. His glare whipped onto the Slytherin, then ventured to the right, where Harry was being held by Goyle.

His green eyes were wide; his glasses were gone. It appeared as though he'd put up a good fight; he looked exhausted. His wrists were also tied behind his back, and a piece of clothing was stuffed between his teeth.

"What are you doing to us?" Draco asked weakly. He wanted desperately to go over to Harry and untie him and let them both go back to the common room. They'd been sleeping only thirty minutes ago... not worrying about anything like this...

And Draco was furious at Blaise for doing this to Harry. Harry didn't need to be brought into this. Draco would've been scared enough to be caught like this by his housemates, but with Harry going along with him, it made him even worse. All the boy had been trying to do was help him. Bloody hell, he just wanted them to leave Harry alone.

"Simple. Orders are orders," Blaise answered simply. He glanced between his two victims, both in which were being held securely by Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy was still standing by the side, silently mourning over her decision to go this way. Draco glared; Harry did the same.

"Whose orders?" Draco asked. Though he had a feeling of who it might be.

"Your father, of course." Blaise smirked. "He's sent me a letter. Things have gotten out of hand with you and Potter. You're practically in love, aren't you?"

"No," Draco said angrily. "You don't even know what's going on!"

"Yes I do. And anyway. Down to business. He sent me a letter, told me he was going to send me a portkey in a package disguised as a gift from my parents," Blaise continued, his tone much like the ignorant one he usually held.

"Are y--"

"Ah, ah. I'm not finished. I was going to add that that was a rather smart idea of your father's. It worked, I might add. I received it today and we are all going there to see what he wants." Blaise kept the smirk, and then turned to Pansy. "Have it?"

With a slight nod, she stepped forward and fished something out of the pocket of her cloak. She came out with a long roll of parchment. She handed it to Blaise.

"Thank you," he said shortly.

For a few moments, he merely stood there, watching them carefully. Harry and Draco both stayed silent and motionless, their eyes the only things showing how angry they were. How scared Draco was for the both of them. How eager he was to kill both Blaise and his father, and how part of him wished they'd get this over with so that he could get everything over with.

"So what the hell are we doing now?" Draco said through gritted teeth.

"Oh," Blaise started, seeming to snap out of some sort of stupor. "Well, the portkey is between this roll of parchment. We better get going. We can't keep your daddy waiting."

With a few orders to Crabbe and Goyle, he managed to get both Harry and Draco's hands side by side. Then, he turned the piece of parchment over to let what looked like a wand slide out from inside it. It fell into the two boys' hands, and when Blaise touched it himself, the ground jerked from under their feet. Draco closed his eyes, holding his breath as to not get sick.

But he knew he was already far beyond that.