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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Pansy groggily opened her blue eyes and looked at the seven-year-old red haired child bouncing on her bed. His giggles were bouncing off the white walls. Pansy was not use to white. Hurts my eyes, Pansy thought to herself as she was bounced around on the fluffy bed. The entire room was coated in pure white. The comforter was crisp, the walls were gleaming and the tables were glass. Miss my room.

"Come on, Miss Parkinson!" The boy she met last night, Daniel, insisted as he sat in the middle of the bed. Ron told Pansy that Daniel was the son of his now-diseased brother Charlie. Daniel was left in the custody of Hermione and Ron. "Uncle Ron made breakfast. We're gonna eat together."

What is this? The freaking Dream Family? Pansy asked herself as she looked at the small boy. "I'll be down in a minute." She promised with a fake smile as she ruffled his hair. The boy was nothing like Vega when she was that age. Though both children were stricken with the death of their parents, they acted outstandingly different.

Vega had always been rather tough for her age. Draco had sent her to the best boarding schools the world had to offer, even if it meant sending her away for months at a time. Draco was good at living where ever Vega's school was, but it wasn't enough. The girl had never had boundaries, which was now biting the both of them in the ass.

Daniel on the other hand had boundaries set up by his adoptive parents. He wasn't nearly as tough as Vega, always calling for Weasley. He had been taken care of by of people who loved him his entire life.

All the people Vega had were Draco, herself and countless flunkies, servants, house elves and nannies. Most of whom she disobeyed and easily got away with it.

Pansy guessed when living with Hermione Granger- you didn't disobey.

She made her way down the stairs to the once gleaming kitchen to see it in a chaotic state. The black counter tops were coated in flour and pancake batter. Eggshells were scattered in various places and a small, orange tabby cat was licking spilt milk off the counter.

Pansy crinkled her nose and walked to the centre of the kitchen. "Merlin, Weasley, what in the world were you trying to do?" Pansy asked as she sat on a stool and picked up the cat.

Ron looked sheepishly around the kitchen and shrugged. "Cooking." He said as he turned off the oven.

Pansy looked behind her at the two children eating burnt pancakes. "I am not eating that." She insisted as she stood up and put the cat on the floor.

"I'll take you to the Café as soon as Shannon comes." He looked at the puzzled expression on Pansy's face. "She's the nanny," he clarified. "I took some time off work. My brother Bill will run the business while I find Hermione."

Pansy raised an eyebrow; she never would have guessed Hermione Granger would be one to hire a nanny. "I'll go get ready then." She said as she made her way up the stairs. "Good luck finding your wife!" She called over her shoulder.

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Draco walked threw the door when a crystal water glass smashed right next to his head. "Hey now," Draco said as he set a breakfast tray on a table. "Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

"How about the one that kidnaps me?" She asked him as she stood up. She eyed the door over Draco's shoulder. She carefully put one foot in front of the other.

Draco rolled his eyes and kicked the open door shut with his foot. "Honestly, if you're going to try and make a run for it at least look out the window," Draco said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Hermione glared at him and made her way over to the small window. She pushed aside the heavy drapes and stepped back in shock. As far as she could see there was only blue. Waves crashed against the side of the yacht. "We're on a boat." She stated.

"What's that expression Vega uses? Duh!" Draco said sounding much younger than he actually was. "I live on a boat. I've lived on a boat for many years. I am happy on a boat."

"Who's Vega?" Hermione asked the blond. "Your daughter? Wife?"

"None of your damn business Granger." Draco snapped. "You wouldn't care even if I did tell you." Draco said as he sat in a nearby chair. He was slumped down, crinkling his inky blue suit. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked up at her.

"You're right," Hermione said nodding. "I don't care. If I meet her though then I want to know who she is."

Draco looked down at his lap. "She's my baby cousin," Draco said as he looked up at her. "Longbottom killed her mum when she was two. Her father was murdered not long after."

"Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange," Hermione said as her eyes widened. "Those are her parents. Were her parents."

"Yes," Draco said acidly. "And your little crew of merry men killed them. Vega has no parents. I am her only family." Draco stood up and glared down at Hermione.

"They were evil," Hermione responded softly and sympathetically. "They killed people. They made Neville's parents insane."

"But she doesn't deserve to have no parents, Granger. She doesn't deserve to have to be raised by a person like me, in the line of work I do. I can't protect her!" Draco exclaimed.

"Then why do you keep her?" Hermione asked him just as loudly. "Why don't you give her to someone who can protect her and can let her be normal."

"Because I love her." Draco admitted. "She can't keep being passed back and forth. I can't let her go away, live with my mother. Or worse, Nymphadora." Draco winced at the thought of his clumsy cousin.

"I have two sons." Draco's eyes shot up to meet hers. "They're not mine biologically. One is the son of Ron's brother who died two years ago. The other is Ron's son."

Draco raised an eyebrow before glancing at his watch. "I have a meeting to get to. And don't worry about your family," Draco coaxed. "Pansy will take good care of them." Draco promised as he left the room.

Hermione's eyes widened in horror. The last person she wanted to be in the same city as her family was Parkinson, let alone the same house. Surely Ron wasn't stupid enough to believe whatever con Pansy came up with.

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Pansy paced her dark sunglasses on her head as she walked into the Café after Ron, who was currently being attacked by both Loony Lovegood and his little sister.

"I am so sorry Ron!" Ginny sobbed as she wiped some stray tears off her cheeks. "I had no idea that Hermione of all people would be kidnapped."

"It is quite logical though," Luna remarked. "She does have a lot of power within the Wizarding World. I suppose there are also people who are still upset over her involvement in the Second War."

Pansy raised her eyebrow at Luna's bluntness. If she wasn't so insane, they might have been friends. "Uh… can I get a little service?" Pansy asked as she picked up a menu and skimmed it over. "So many carbs," she said under her breath.

Ron smiled weakly at Ginny before sitting across from Pansy. "I'll just have my usual." Ron requested.

"I'll have a double mocha cappuccino. Light on the foam with just a small sprinkle of cinnamon on the top. If there's too much I will send it back. I'll also have a plain bagel, lightly toasted and with butter on the side." Pansy said with a fake smile as she put the menu back. "Thanks."

Ginny glared at the ex-Slytherin before jotting it down on the pad of paper and walking behind the counter.

"I suppose they don't give service with a smile here," Pansy remarked dryly. She looked up at Ron, whose head was ducked. "God, you're not going to cry are you?" She asked as she crinkled her nose.

Ron shook his head as he looked up at her. "No, I'm not going to cry. You know, for someone who was thrown over the docks, you're don't seem very traumatized." Ron pointed out.

Pansy shrugged carelessly." I just get over things fast," she lied awkwardly. "It's not like I've never been swimming before." Pansy smirked at Ginny as she accepted her coffee. "Not quite like in Italy." Pansy recalled as Ginny sneered at her. Pansy took a long sip and looked over the rim of her coffee to see Blaise walk in. "Blaise?" Pansy said as she stood up.

Blaise looked over at his old friend. "Pansy Parkinson?" He asked as she walked forward to hug him. Blaise held Pansy by her forearms and looked her over. "You look wonderful, love!" Blaise exclaimed as he kissed his old friend softly on the cheek.

"You too, Blaisey." Pansy gushed as she kissed him back. "I haven't seen you in years. How have you been? What have you been up to?" Pansy asked him as she stepped back.

"I own my own business," Blaise said proudly. "Millionaire now." Blaise was never one to boast, Pansy remembered. Obviously that had changed.

Pansy smiled at her good friend. "Why didn't I marry you when I had the chance?" Blaise had a crush on Pansy all through Hogwarts. She had always denied his advances because she just wanted to be friends.

"Hey, speaking of millionaires, have you seen Draco Malfoy recently?" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow. "I heard he was making a fortune in South America.

Pansy's eyes widened and she faltered; she was horrible at lying to Blaise. She always respected him too much to lie. "No," she lied as her voice cracked slightly. I've only been living with him for the past fourteen years, she thought to herself. "I haven't seen him in… years." A day, she corrected herself.

Blaise raised an eyebrow before spotting Ginny. "Have to keep working," he whispered to Pansy before he winked at her and walked over to Ginny.

Pansy sat back across from a scowling Ron. "What the hell are you scowling at?" Pansy asked him. "I haven't done a damn thing yet, Ron. So you can stop it."

"Blaise and I… Blaise and I have a history." Ron said shortly as he stirred his coffee. "I don't want to talk about it." He said looking directly at a spot above her head as he clanged his spoon against the side of the mug.

"Too bad for you, because I want you to tell me." Pansy insisted as she took a bite of her bagel. "Common'," she said with her mouth full. "I could get his side and hate you forever. Which would make this whole arrangement very awkward." She said in her most convincing tone.

Ron sighed. "Blaise and I were both in love with Lavender Brown at the same time. We competed to win her over and she juggled both of us around until we didn't know love from anything else. She was married to Blaise, she had my child then she left. Now he has set his attentions on my baby sister. And whatever Blaise wants, he gets."

"And you think that because you never got over Lavender, that he didn't either?" Pansy asked. "Babe, Blaise falls in and out of love. He loved me once, but I loved Draco and turned him down. A choice I now regret, when I think about it. He loved Lavender. He may very well love your sister."

"How can you tell?" Ron asked her as he narrowed his eyes at her. The last thing he wanted to think of was his little sister involved with Blaise Zabini.

"Years of friendship and observation." She shrugged carelessly as she took another bite of her bagel. She chewed thoughtfully before turning her attentions back to Ron. I doubt he even knows yet." Pansy took a drink from her coffee and made a face. "Gah," she said in disgust as she set her mug down and pushed it away from her, towards Ron. "Listen, Blaise is a good man. He'll take care of your sister. Let's go," she requested as she stood up and walked out the door.

Ron threw a galleon on the table and walked after Pansy.

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Ernie Macmillan leaned back in the chair at his office. He glanced at the clock on his wall and sighed. Lisa Turpin walked into his office head held high, almost to an obnoxious level. He put his hands behind his head. "Nice of you to join me. Oh, and you're late."

"Court ran long," Lisa said as she smoothed down her skirt and sat in a chair. "Of course, you know how it is, right Mr. D.A.?" She asked.

"So did you get you're criminal friends off?" Ernie asked bitterly. He had been trying for years to get conclusive information in relating to the crime circuit in Port Ryan. As of yet he had been unsuccessful.

"Like always," Lisa said holding her head higher. "No conclusive evidence in possible relation to the case that hadn't been obtained illegally."

"Did you read the paper this morning?" Ernie asked Lisa indicating to the paper in front of him. She shook her head no and reached for the paper on his desk. Ernie snatched it before she could touch it. "Wait, I want to read it to you.

Minister of Magic Hermione Granger was kidnapped last night at approximately 7:14 pm on the docks of Port Ryan.

The loving wife to Quidditch-business man Ron Weasley and best friend to Harry Potter was snatched unexpectedly while talking to old school friend Pansy Parkinson. Pansy Parkinson was promptly thrown in the river while trying to save the Minister.

Hermione Granger, who has been working in the Ministry for three years this August and has been Minister for nine and a half months. She has two young stepchildren.

At the present time, no one was available to comment. Minister of The Charms Arts, Orla Quirke, will be filling in for Minister of Magic until the Minister is found."

Ernie folded the paper and put it on his desk. "Oh I'm sorry. Did you want to see the picture?"

Lisa shook her head. "Why do you want to tell me this?" Lisa asked. "This is in no way directed at me. I barely know Hermione and I am mild acquaintances with Ron at the most."

"No?" Ernie asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean that you're clients did not do that? Because it seems right up their alley."

Lisa glared at the Defense Attorney and stood up. "I will not have you accusing my clients of crimes they did not commit." She sneered as she spun on her heel and left the office.

Ernie sighed and followed her out of the door. "I've had experience with you're clients. I know their style. They are low grade mobsters." Ernie said as he caught up to her.

"There is no proof of that." Lisa said before she turned to face Ernie. "I dare you to find proof that my clients did this. Legally obtained, of course. Then I may, I repeat may, have them to admit to that." Lisa turned and walked out of the Police Station.

Ernie rested his head in his head before standing up. He started to pace throwing the occasional glance at the news-parchment that lay atop his desk.

"Who could have done this?" He asked himself. Ernie was no detective, but he could see a mob job, as he liked to call it, a mile away. Living in Port Ryan did that for a person.

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Luna stood at Harry's door, rocking back and forth on her heels. She watched as a disheveled man with black hair stuck his head out the door. He looked down at her with brilliant green eyes and a rare smile graced his face.

"Luna!" He said happily as he opened the door wider and she slipped under his arm. He turned around and kicked the door, which he hoped looked cooler than he felt. "What a surprise!"

Luna turned and beamed at him with her dreamy smile. "I came to check up on you." She said solemnly as she waved the large paper bag in front of his face. "And bring you some food. Seamus was telling me about you. He is rather worried." She said as she placed the paper bag on the coffee table and she sat on the couch.

Harry took three long strides and flopped down beside her. "I'm fine Luna." He said as he smiled softly. "But I am glad you came to visit me. Are you going to eat with me?" He asked hopefully.

Luna looked at him sympathetically and shook her head, causing her long, blonde hair to hit his arm. "I'm sorry, Harry. I have a date tonight." She said as she stood up.

Harry felt anger bubble inside of him. "You have a date?" He asked her as he stared at a spot above her shoulder. "With… with who?" He asked coolly.

"A man I met at The Café." She told him as she walked over to the door. "I'll see you soon, Harry." She promised him as she smiled down at him and walked out the door, closing it softly behind her.

Harry groaned as he hid his head in his hands. "Why?"

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I'm so sorry! I couldn't think of any questions!

I also know this took many days. Terribly sorry. Exams are on the way so I've been a little, you know, busy.

I've also been working madly on a story I want to release after this one is done. A Severus Romance. Promise to read it? Of course, it'll be a while before I post it….

Fred and George: I also think the same way. Hint, hint.

slyswn28: Genius? Blushes Well, I don't know if you can say that.

All right you totally say that.

My favourite is also Carly! Especially with Lorenzo. Mmm… Lorenzo.

Pen: Happy to oblige! Bows

Catherine

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