Disclaimer: Right… I really don't own Harry or Luna or Draco or Hermione yadda, yadda, yadda.

I do on the other hand own Port Ryan, The Café, a yacht and various OC's. If they're not mentioned in the books, they belong to moi!

Author's Note: Ever see General Hospital? No? Oh well. Basically it's a soap opera. Some storylines are based on the storylines from General Hospital.

No Sonny though, because he's an ass.

I did try this once before, but it was really horrible. I revised, complicated and really just made it better.

Spoilers up to and including The Order of the Phoenix

Rating: PG-14 for language, violence, kidnapping, and sexual themes.

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Tap, tap, tap.

Pansy's three-inch black, leather stiletto pumps made a resounding tapping noise on the hard wooden floors of that graced the yacht. "DRA-CO!" Pansy yelled happily as she walked on the boat, pushing by the two overly large men and the stunned Minister of Magic. "DR-A-CO" She yelled again, twirling happily in circles.

Draco walked out of his bedroom as he heard a loud voice calling his name from the other end of the boat. He walked swiftly down the hall and stopped in front of Pansy. "Do you mind not yelling, Pans? Honestly, I was working. And stop twirling, you're scratching up the floors with your unnecessary shoes." He scolded.

"What kind of business? Legal or illegal?" Pansy asked, smirking as she stopped twirling and pushed past him. She deliberately ignored his comment about her shoes. She sat on a chair in the hall and crossed her legs. She propped her elbow on her knee and looked overly interested.

"What do you think?" Draco asked as he raised an eyebrow. He walked over to the stunned Hermione and looked down. "Well, looks like our favourite Gryffindor princess is all grown up. Take her to her room." He commanded the two men.

Pansy put her hands on either side of the chair and stood up. She took a step towards Draco. "So how's your plan going to work, huh Dray?" Pansy asked her boss as she crossed her arms and tilted her head to one side. "We kidnap the Minister then get thrown in Azkaban?"

"Pans, if you had something to say, you should have thought of it before." Draco said as he turned to face his best friend. "And never call me Dray." He added as an after thought before he turned on his heel and walked in the direction his two flunkies had left.

Pansy stormed after him, "I have just as much right as you to know what your planning on doing, Draco!" She exclaimed as she threw her arms down. "I'm just as much a part of this as anyone! More so than those two! We're in this together, always!" Pansy insisted as she stomped her foot stubbornly.

Draco spun to face her. "We're going to do what we always wanted to do, Pansy. We're going to ruin their lives." Draco sneered.

"You're still bitter about that? Draco, that was twelve years ago! We all grew up and got lives and forgot!" Pansy exclaimed.

"You may not care anymore, Pansy, but I do! Do you don't care that they are the only reason your brother is dead today?" Draco asked her and immediately regretted it. Pansy narrowed her eyes at him as they began to swim with tears, making her blue eyes seem glassier than usual. "I'm sorry, Pans," Draco sighed as he drew her into a hug. "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

When Pansy was in her sixth year of Hogwarts, the Aurors murdered her Death Eater parents. She was sent to live with her older brother, Anthony, whom she loved and adored. Just after she left Hogwarts in her seventh year, her brother was murdered in front of her. After which she went to live with Draco and his mother.

Pansy nodded against Draco's chest, her hands covering her face. She stepped back from him and wiped her mascara and tear streaked face. "I know you didn't mean it Draco." She said as she patted down her now-messy blonde hair. "They're the reason I have no brother, father and mother. They're the reason you have no father, aunt and uncle. We have every right in the world to destroy the little lives they've made." Pansy said with new assurance.

"I knew you'd say that Pansy!" Draco said excitedly as he ducked into her room. He reached under her bed and drew out a large, black suitcase. He threw open her closet doors and looked over at the sea of black. He raised an eyebrow and looked over at Pansy.

"It's my favourite colour." She said as she shifted her feet. "The real question here is why in the hell are you packing for me?" Pansy walked over to where Draco was and closed the closet door. "I'm not going anywhere." She said stubbornly as she sat on her fluffy bed. She crossed her legs and glared up at Draco.

"Yes, you are." Draco said as he opened the door again and looked at her clothes. "I've never realized how slutty all of your clothes were." Draco commented as he took a couple black dresses out of her closet and threw them on the bed. "You are going to take our little plan to land," Draco said. "You are going to get Weasley to fall in love with you." Draco said as he threw some more clothes on the bed.

Pansy's eyes widened and she shook her head slowly. "Draco, I can't do that." She said slowly. "It would never work." She said as she looked at him in confusion. "Weasley would never love me. He doesn't even tolerate me. That's part of the enemy thing we have going on. I'm very comfortable with that." Pansy rambled on.

Draco rolled his eyes as Pansy babbled. "It will work, Pans. From what I've read in the paper recently, the little Weasley's have had trouble in paradise. Do you really think that Weasley could stand Granger for that long?" Draco asked as he smirked. "She's a know-it-all and self-righteous. She's a very annoying girl. Always has been, always will be." Draco looked at the expression on Pansy's face. "Just don't argue with me on this one. Please, Pansy. Just trust me on this one, I know what I'm doing."

Pansy sighed and backed down. "On the condition that I pack for myself. No offence or anything, Dray, but there's a reason Vega always wants me to go shopping. I mean, I'll call you if I need a suit…" She said as she raised her head and gave him a half-smile.

Draco smiled back at his oldest friend and stepped away from the closet. "Done and done. Now if you don't mind I'll be going to check on our newest guest." He said as he walked out of the room. He stuck his head back in the room and mock glared at her, "Don't call me Dray." He said before walking out.

Draco walked down the hall of the yacht, sneering at the occasional lackey. He stopped in front of the door to the room that held the Minister of Magic. "How is she?" He asked Goyle, who was standing guard of the room.

"'Bout the same." Goyle responded arms crossed carelessly over his chest. "We took the spell off, she tried to get away. Amateur." He snorted in amusement.

"You'd think she'd never been kidnapped before." Draco said sarcastically. "You can take a break," he told Goyle. Goyle nodded and walked away. Draco opened the door only to be tackled by Hermione. "Hey there, Princess," he said as he pushed her back into the room. "Don't want to regret anything, do you?" He said as he grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her to him.

"Are you threatening me?" She asked him in a dangerously low voice that tickled his face and blew a lock of his hair back. "Let me go now and I'll make sure you don't go to Azkaban. For long." She added as she pulled away.

"Well isn't that just the most compelling thing you've ever heard?" Draco said in a mocking Southern accent. "I'm convinced. Go home." Draco said sarcastically. Hermione tried to run past him and he caught her around the waist. He spun her around, picked her up and dropped her on the springy bed. "Obviously you don't know sarcasm." Draco muttered under his breath.

He looked down at the muggle-born. Her hair was still bushy and stuck out in different directions. She had large brown eyes with thick eyelashes lining them. Her features hadn't changed to a great degree, but she seemed different. Older and her eyes seemed to convey she had been to hell and back. Something Draco was use to seeing when he looked at himself in the mirror.

Hermione looked up at Draco with scared brown eyes. "Are you going to kill me?" Hermione asked him without fear in her voice even if her eyes did give it away.

Draco sighed and sat on to the edge of the bed beside Hermione. "No, Mrs. Weasley, I'm not going to kill you. After all, how good is a hostage if they're dead? First rule in the kidnapping handbook is not to kill them. Then, somehow it's considered murdering." Draco snorted. "Like I'm scared of that."

Hermione glared at him from her position on her bed as she pulled her legs up to her chest. "You're not going to get away with this, Malfoy." She warned him as sneered.

Draco bent over and looked her right in the eye. "Who's going to stop me, hmm? You're little husband? Do you think he even knows you're gone?"

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Ron Weasley stumbled through his door and looked around his darkened house. He sighed as he flopped down in his favourite chair. "Hermione?" He called out. His voice bounced off the too white walls in an echo and he frowned. Hermione was always home by this late.

Ron stood up and walked over to his fireplace. He bent down and threw a pinch of Floo powder in, "Luna Lovegood!" He yelled into the now-green flames.

Luna's blonde head appeared in the fireplace and she smiled dreamily at him. "Well hello, Ronald!" She said politely.

"Have you seen Hermione, Luna?" Ron asked getting right to the point. In truth, Ron supposed he had been a little rude, but it was just Luna.

"She came to the café this afternoon. She wanted to go home, maybe you should check the docks." Luna suggested as her head disappeared.

Ron sighed and raised himself to his feet as he put out the fire. He turned on his heel and stomped out the door. In the two years he's been married to Hermione, he had never known her to be late. Hell, for as well as he had known her in the last nineteen years she had only been late a few times.

Lavender was always late, he found himself thinking before immediately feeling guilty. Ron had found himself thinking more and more about his past relationship with Lavender in the past few months. He found himself constantly compare Hermione to Lavender. Ron often wondered if Lavender stayed in this town, in Port Ryan would he have married to Hermione? Or would he have another child with Lavender?

When Ron reached the docks he looked around and called, "Hermione?" several times. When nobody answered he turned to leave.

"Weasley!" He heard someone gasp for breath from behind him. He turned quickly around, his eyes searching for the voice while his hand went to his wand. After the years of living in Port Ryan and before that dealing with Voldemort and his Death Eaters have taught him anything, it was to always have his wand ready.

His eyes landed on a sopping wet Pansy Parkinson. Her black dress was torn with buttons missing from the top and her make-up was smudged. There was a long line of black mascara down her right cheek and her eyeliner was smudged all over her eyelids. Ron was always used to seeing Pansy looking ideal. "Parkinson?" Ron asked as he took a stepped closer to the sopping wet woman, his hand still on his wand. "What happened to you?" He asked her.

"I was attacked!" She lied smoothly. In truth, all Pansy did was run her blonde hair under the taps in her bathroom. Her make-up was already smudged due to when she had cried. She found her old dress that was torn; thanks to Ettore Alonzo the last time she was in Italy, in her rag box and soaked it in the tub. "They-they took the Minister! They took Granger!" She exclaimed as she fell to her knees in a coughing fit, all while congratulating herself on her smooth and quick lies.

Ron felt as though his heart had stopped. His vision went blurry and his hand released the wand he was holding onto. The wand fell to the wooden docks with a light thud that made Pansy looked up from her coughing fit. He looked back at the fallen girl before he helped her to her feet. "Who were they?" Ron asked angrily as the tips of his ears turned bright red.

Pansy shook her head furiously before she covered her face with her hands. "I don't know!" She exclaimed as she tried to think up a story. "There were two men, I think. Maybe more. I was talking to Granger and they stunned her. I tried to make for her wand and they grabbed me, tore my dress then threw me into the water." She grimaced inside on the far-fetched lie.

Pansy was pleased he even visibly bought the lie. Stupid Gryffindor's, she thought to herself. Why wouldn't I have my wand?

"Where was your wand?" Ron asked desperately as he searched the docks for any remain of these two men. ."Why didn't you have it?"

Shit, Pansy thought to herself. "It's in my suitcase," Pansy said after a moment's silence. "I just came here from France and I put my wand in my suitcase for safe keeping. I must admit that it was poor planning. I don't even have a place to stay." Pansy said as she lowered her head. She glanced quickly at Ron from one eye before looking back at the docks.

Ron closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over his forehead. "I'm going to regret this," he said softly under his breath before looking at Pansy. "You can stay with me for a while."

"Do you mean it?" Pansy said trying to sound grateful. Inside all Pansy was doing was attempting to do was hide the immense disgust she felt for having to sleep in a bed that may have once occupied a Mudblood and a Weasley. "Can I really stay with you?"

Ron went over to Pansy's fallen suitcase and he picked it up. "Come on, we have to go to Harry's first." He told her as he began in the opposite of which he came.

Pansy's eyes widened behind his back. The last person she wanted to see more than Weasley was Pain-in-Every-Slytherin's-Ass Potter.

Harry entered the apartment he shared with his old Gryffindor friend Seamus and threw his wand and cloak on a near-by table. He turned on a light before flopping down on the black-leather couch. Seamus was most likely at either a local pub or shagging Parvati Patil. Or both. Probably both.

There was a frantic knock at the door and Harry let out a loud groan. He walked over and opened the door, only to come face to face with a mused looking Pansy Parkinson before she was pushed out of the way by Ron.

"Ron?" Harry asked his oldest friend as Ron dragged Pansy into the apartment. "May I ask what you're doing? With the Ice-Queen, no less."

Pansy raised an eyebrow and glanced over Harry. "Ice-Queen? If only you knew who I've been up to the past twelve years." She leered as she crossed her arms over her chest. "May I use your bathroom?" She asked him as nicely as she could muster.

Harry nodded and pointed her in the right direction before he turned to Ron, who had thrown himself on the couch. "May I ask what in the hell you think you're doing. Or who in the hell?"

"I'm not sleeping with her, if that's what you think." Ron said as he looked up at Harry. "She was there when Hermione was kidnapped."

Harry's eyes widened. "Hermione's been kidnapped?" He said as his voice cracked. Harry couldn't bear to think of his best friend in a cell, begging for release.

"Yes, and Pansy was there, I'm going to pump her for information." Ron explained as Pansy walked out of the bathroom, toweling her hair with a white, fluffy towel.

"Well, I hope ya'll weren't talkin' 'bout little ol' me, now." Pansy said sarcastically in a fake Georgian accent. She threw her towel at Harry and crossed her arms.

"We're going," Ron said as he grabbed Pansy's arm and dragged her out of the apartment. Pansy waved a little too enthusiastically at Harry as she was pulled out into the hall. The door shut behind them and Ron dropped her arm and picked up the black suitcase.

"That is the most annoying, self-riotous 'Hero' I have ever met. Not that I've met many." Pansy said thoughtfully as Ron looked at her in annoyance. Pansy rolled her eyes. "Alright Weasley, I know I'm not exactly Humanitarian of the year or any of that shit but can you tell me why your so upset?" Pansy asked, pretending to be interested.

"You don't care." Ron said softly as he looked down at the floor. He started to walk away before Pansy stopped him.

"I might not care about what your feeling Weasley, but I'm the only one who'll listen." Ron turned around and looked questionably at her. "Do you really think The Daily Prophet will care or listen to what you say? They have Harry 'God, is he still alive?' Potter and the Aurors. The Minister may have been kidnapped but you're not famous. You, Weasley, don't sell papers nearly as fast as 'Boy-Who-Lived cries over loss of our leader'."

"Anyone ever tell you your brutally blunt?" Ron asked her before turning around and walking in the direction he was walking in before.

They walked the short distance to Ron's house and walked through the door. Pansy came face to face with a tall brunette with a small red haired child in arms. The woman handed the child to Ron who smiled at the child.

"Where were you?" A small redheaded boy asked his head cocked to the side. Pansy's eyes widened considerably as the guilt began to set in at seeing two young children. "We were waiting for you."

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Now, don't get too use to this fast update.

Well, I was thinking I could answer some random questions I feel need to be need to be answered. These are questions I make up, but if you have one…

You made Pansy a blonde, but in the movies she's a blackhead. Any real reason or are you just too lazy?

Er, well… I made her a blonde because I always assumed she was a blonde.

That's really not an answer.

…And that's not really a question. I made her a blonde because I read an article about a character that looked like an angel, but was really a bitch. And I mean really!

You gave Severus a wife…?

Well… yes. I couldn't stomach to think of Severus alone. I love him too much. His wife isn't really important. Just their daughter. Whose name is now changed to Sage.

Like the character on General Hospital?

No, like the spice. Severus would, of course, name his child after a spice used in potions.

Enough questions.

Now on to the reviewers!

Ron Weasley is MY King: My first reviewer! Gah! Thank you so much gets teary eyes

Thank you. I really do try to make the story well written. As for the plot, I would hope it's good. I've been thinking about it since fall of 2003. Yeah, I know

"PS: Who is Harry hooked up with?" Do you really want to know? I'll tell you that you will know in chapter four. Sorry, I need a little mystery.

Utena: Thank you very much!

slyswn28: Thank you, my friend! I'm glad you like the Slytherin's. I do want you to know they won't always be that evil. Just while they're… err… working.

And yes, Luna is the best Ravenclaw to ever read a book. I'm glad you like the way I wrote her. I wasn't very sure. Stick around; she'll be in the story a lot starting in chapter three or four.

Yes, I did write a lot of potential love. Who's going to end up with who? The only one I'll is almost set in stone is Draco and Hermione. Meant to be.

And whiny Snape is always fun as well!

And a big Rock On right back to you!

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Review, puh-leeze!

Love

Catherine

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January 5th, 2005