Sorry for the long break in typing my story, I just lost interest because there weren't many people commenting. But now, on with the show.

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After around 30 minutes of driving down the dirt road, Hermione decided to stop and ask for directions. She pulled over to the side of the road, then pulled out a notepad she had in the center console, as well as a pen. She jotted down a note to Harry asking for directions to London from her current location. She checked her watch, which read 3:17, then addressed it to his office. If it had been much later, then she would have been forced to send it to his home, which she found amusing, since its address was identical to Sir Aurther Connan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes, 13 Baker Street. She sent it, then picked up her CD case to flip through. She had an odd taste for music, shown so by her Beethoven CD sitting next to her Korn and Beatles CDs. After putting in AC-DC's Back in Black, she sat back and silently mouthed the words to the songs until Harry's message popped back.

"Sorry, the board meeting just let out, and the lifts are slow as usual, but since that doesn't matter, I'll tell you that I had to pick something up from the enchanted muggle artifacts office. You remember those regurgitating toilets? Two more popped up last night. But anyways, stay on this road, then turn right on the highway a little down the way, and it will feed you back to London. That black car you have can't be liking those dirt roads out there. But I suppose a cleaning charm helps with that. If you want, you can stay at my place tonite, you still have a ways to go, and it will be dark before you get back. Plus, I'd just like a little company for tonite, but no, not like that. Get your head out of the gutter, Herms. Well anyways, see you later.
Harry"

"That perv," she muttered to herself, but she was chuckling. She put the car back in gear, then sped off down the road. He was right, she realized, the dust should be coating her car, but she had a dust repelling charm on the car, so it stayed spotless. After about 15 miles, she turned onto the highway, and started back to London.

She pulled up to 13 Baker Street at 8:49. He was right again, but he didn't know it. It would be easier for her to get to the train station in the morning from his house, which was convinently just 8 blocks down and 11 blocks over. A lot closer than trying to get there from her house. Also, with knowledge that Draco was supposably innocent and presumably in town, she didn't like the idea of being alone in the country side, regardless of what kind of person he may have been in the past. She climbed out of the car and walked up the steps to be met by Harry at the door.

"You know, that car of yours can be pretty loud at night."

"Yes, I know, but it's all good, attention can be nice, but not too much attention. I'm sure you would know"

"I can't say that I've been denied that. But come on in, its getting a little chilly outside."

They walked into his house to be greeted by a warm living room. She knew how his house was set up, she had been here many times before. After going to the bathroom and checking her hair, she wandered into the kitchen to find Harry looking thoughtfully into his liquor cabinet.

"Do you want anything?" he asked her.

"Hmm, well, do you have any triple sec?" He looked around the bottles in front, then reached in and pulled out one.

"For you, always."

"Thanks Harry, I've needed something rough to think over." She reached out to grab a bottle of vodka he was holding. As he turned to the fridge he asked if she was making a Kamakazi. She nodded then added, "Hey boss, I've got somewhere to be tomrrow, do you think you can work without me?" They had come up with this as a simple but effective way of telling each other that they were on a case, but they weren't supposed to tell anyone about it.

"Yeah, I think I can deal without you for a while. Just don't be gone too long, we wouldn't want you missing all the action of hoarding in the Death Eaters." He watched as she added the lemon juice he had just handed her to the shot glass of triple sec and vodka. She downed it, then motioned to him to ask if he wanted some. "No thanks, I think I'm going to lay off the rough liquor for tonite. Hey, is something wrong? You seem really spaced out."

"No, I think I'll be fine in the morning, I'm just tired from driving and thinking this stuff over." It was true, she had thought about everything that could go wrong and everything that had been a lie over these last 10 months since Ron was abducted.

"Ahh ok. Well, some good news from St. Mundo's today, Ron is writing and speaking legitamently and coherently."

"Really? That's wonderful! If you go see him while I'm gone, tell him that I'll be in once I get back from work, ok?"

"Will do. Well, I'm tired and feel like sleeping, so I think I will finish this," he held up his martini glass," and go to bed. I'll leave the master bed open for you, and I will retire to the guest room." It annoyed Hermione the way he would use such proper English sometimes. But oh well.

"Oh, no, you don't have to do that, there's a reason it's called a "guest" room."

"I suppose. But who cares, you get to have the bigger bed, I have to be somewhere really early, and I wouldn't want to disturb you from your unneeded beauty sleep, so I insist. Goodnight now, sleep tight."

"Oh alright, well, you too then, ok?"

"Will do." He turned and headed up the stairs while Hermione poured herself another Kamakazi as a nightcap. She put up the liquor and lemon juice, drank her glass thoughfully, then headed up to the master bedroom to go to sleep.

She woke up the next morning at 10, to be greeted by an empty house and a note on the fridge that Harry gave his luck and hope with. She still had around 2 hours until she had to be up at the train station, so she put off her shower and picked up the paper after starting some coffee to be brewed. With her coffee finished and nothing interesting in the news, she finished off the comic strips in the middle of the paper, then headed upstairs to take a shower. After her routine shower, she went to the guest closet that held some of Hermione and Ron's extra clothes. There was a similar closet at those two's houses, each with the proper extra wardrobe. She pulled out a red, mid arm length, form fitting shirt and some tight fitting jeans to put on, then headed back to the bathroom for the rest of her morning preparation. She emerged from the bathroom fully clothed and ready to leave for the train station, pausing only momentarily for her wand, her keys, and her coat, then locked up Harry's place and got into her car at precisly 11:30. That gave her plenty of time to get to the train station and find the right train. She pulled out of her tight parking place, then headed east to cover the first 7 blocks of her trip.

Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the train staion, parking in the extended parking area. Ignoring the usual stares from the car enthusiasts as she climbed out of her car, she grabbed her coat and headed into the station. After finding the ticket booth and getting a ticket for the 12:15 to Berlin from Platform 7, with two extended midway stops at Paris and a town in Poland, she quickly walked over to her platorm and loaded the train near the end. Looking at the compartment numbers, she realized that this was a very long train, because she was standing in the third to last car next to compartment 122. She walked towards the front of the train until she came to compartment 71, the first one following what she recognized to be a large observation car. Setting down her jacket, she closed the door after her and put her bag filled with her reserve necessities and several changes of clothes into the over head rack. She looked around the unsually large compartment, which contained a bathroom and a small tv even, then slid into the front side seat by the window, her usual seat on any train, and waited out the next 7 minutes until the train started moving by going over what she knew. As the train lurched into motion, her stomach tied itself in knots as she prepared to meet a man she hadn't seen in over 5 years, if the Abduction Draco really was a different person than the soon to be met Train Draco. Ten minutes later, she heard a rap on the compartment window, which was opened by a tall, shockingly blonde man.

"Hey Herms, its me. The real me that is."