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 M-E!

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

Spoilers up to and including The Order of the Phoenix

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

Draco tapped his fingers against the metal bar that he was leaning against on the deck of the yacht, as he stared at the coast of France. He sighed and turned to walk to his "guests" room.

Draco knocked lightly against the door. He heard frantic shuffling and a muffled scream. He opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked, to see Hermione standing in the middle of the room, attempting to get one of Pansy's black, of course, cashmere sweaters over her head. He chuckled as he walked over to her. "Need help?" He asked.

He watched as the sweater clad head bobbed up and down and he took it to mean yes. He looked around the sweater to find the neck of the sweater. "Stop moving," he commanded and she froze. Once the sweater was over her head Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"This," she breathed as she tugged at the sleeves. "Is the most stupid shirt I have ever worn! How on earth does Parkinson do it?" She asked him as she turned to the mirror.

"In truth, Pansy had some trouble with it a few times," Draco recalled as he thought back to when Pansy dragged him to go shopping. "I told her it was unnecessary."

"Why are you here Malfoy?" Hermione asked him as she turned to face him.

"I came to tell you I'm going to pick Vega up from the train station." Draco informed her as he sat on the edge of her bed. "I'll be back no later than five as I have no desire to stand around making small talk with parents. Would you like to meet her?"

"Are you actually asking me?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Not really, it's a boat not a country. You'll see her eventually." Draco responded as he stretched his arms over his head. "I merely want you to be polite and civil to me around her. Perhaps dinner?"

"Here?" Hermione asked. "Your cousin comes home and you make her dinner here? Classy." Hermione commented sarcastically.

"I don't make her dinner. Cook will make her dinner. And to be frank, this isn't really a request; I just don't want Vega to call me a hypocrite. I'll see you later." Draco said as he pulled out his wand and apperated away.

Hermione flopped down on her bed- the bed and sighed loudly and quite un-lady like. The last thing she wanted to do was to spend quality time with Bellatrix's daughter.

Not just that but she was beginning to get very bored. "I shouldn't have tried to escape. Maybe he would have let me walk around." She said to herself.

You could only wonder about your family for so long.

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Vega Lestrange shook her pop can back and forth in quick succession as she sat cross-legged on a bench. She glanced at her black watch once more and sighed.

"Hey Vogue," her cousin Draco said, using the nickname he loved, as he sat on the opposite side of the bench. He looked quite sheepish sitting in his dark blue suit. Quite the contrast from the other parents that were standing around in their sweat suits.

"I'm surprised you even came this time Dray. None of your surprisingly big 'friends' to pick me up this time?" She asked sarcastically as she stood up and threw her pop can out. "Where's Pansy?" She said as she glanced around, looking for her blonde friend.

"Pansy's away on… business." Draco said shortly as he stood up and waved his wand at the trunk and it lifted in the air. "We'll talk about that later. Don't you have any friends to say goodbye to?" He asked, as if he really hated being there.

Vega shifted slightly. In reality she didn't have any real friends. Being the daughter of two Death Eaters and living on a boat of mobsters didn't do much for one's reputation. "They already left."

Draco glanced down at his watch. "I'm sorry Vega. I didn't know I was this late." He began to walk, the trunk floating above ground several feet in front of him. "I was… working."

"You're always working." Vega muttered under her breath. "Where are we going this time?" She asked him half-heartedly. They never seemed to go to the same area. Draco had to constantly be moving to make sure he and his 'business' weren't found out.

"The boat. The big one." Draco said with more than a hint of pride. Draco always loved to boast about what he had rather than mourn over what he didn't.

"Whatever," Vega muttered under her breath as she followed him, arms crossed over her chest. She really didn't want to come off like the spoiled brat everyone thought she was. But if she did, it wasn't like it would matter. It wasn't like she had friends.

Draco grabbed a portkey out of his pocked and thrust it towards her. Vega sighed a hesitantly put a finger on it. She hated portkey's. Very Nauseating.

-

Pansy made her way inside The Café just as she had done for the past four days. She shuddered to think that she was beginning to settle into a routine.

She walked through the door only to be cut off by Ginny. "What are you doing?" She demanded.

"Er, about to order a coffee?" Pansy said as she side stepped Ginny and walked up to Luna.

"I mean with my brother. Tell what you're planning." Ginny said as she crossed her arms.

"Nothing!" Pansy exclaimed as she threw her arms above her head. "God, why does everyone think I'm up to something? I mean, I haven't done anything to you people since Hogwarts!" Pansy huffed as she put a gallon on the table and took her coffee from Luna.

"Look me in the eye and tell me that you haven't done anything to Ron." Ginny requested as she walked closer to Pansy.

Pansy sighed and turned to face Ginny. She bent down slightly and looked her in the eye. "I have not done anything unethical to you're brother. I have not hurt, sexed and slash or disemboweled him. I think I can be constituted as trustworthy." Pansy rolled her eyes and picked her coffee off the table. "Now if I am excused with my coffee, to go, I have to pick up your nephew from prep school." Pansy said as she brushed past Ginny and bumped into a red haired boy. She sighed and walked out the door.

Alexander Weasley, or Zander as he preferred, watched as the blonde haired woman left the Café. "What was that all about?" He asked his aunt who promptly pulled him into a hug. She dug her head into his shoulder and breathed deeply. Ever since the disappearance of Hermione, she had started to spend more time with her family.

"When did you get back?" Ginny asked the sixteen year old. Zander was the son of Ginny's brother Bill and an ex-girlfriend of his. Though never married, they remained friends and raised their son together. Something her parents hated. They fought them and remained friends until she died ten years ago.

"Few minutes ago. Dad took my trunk back to the house so I could visit my favourite aunt!" He said as he stepped back from the embrace. He waved to Luna as he sat at an empty table.

"You're avoiding going home, aren't you?" Ginny asked sympathetically as she sat across from him.

"You know me too well Aunty Gin." Zander smiled weakly as he brushed his red hair off his forehead. "Well, I can't avoid them forever. I was thinking of dropping in on Uncle Ron before I went home. I, err, heard about Hermione." He said awkwardly.

Ginny nodded and patted his hand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Zan. He's living with a Slytherin who is a bitch. Stay away." Zander rolled his eyes as his aunt said Slytherin.

Ever since the end of the war, nobody really cared what house the person was in. If the trial of Peter Pettigrew in 1997 taught them anything it was house didn't matter. "Sure thing. If you don't mind, I think I'll go see Sage and Sirius. I think Harry was picking them up." He said as he walked out the door.

Ginny sighed and went back to wiping off the table. "Well, if I don't just hate this site!" She heard Blaise say from behind her. She turned around and he took the cloth from her hand. "You are much too smart to be doing this." He scolded.

Ginny sighed and took her cloth back from Blaise. "I know, Blaise," she said heavily. "Especially when you tell me every, single day." She turned around and walked to the counter at the head of the room. She slipped behind it and got an empty coffee cup. "I don't know what you want me to do about it. I have great hours." She said as she poured coffee into the cup and slid it over to Blaise.

Blaise took the cup gratefully. "I can give you great hours," he said in his most convincing tone. "I can give you any number of jobs. With any number of hours." He said as he sat on a stool.

Ginny closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "Blaise, the only reason you want to give me a job is because you want to get back at my brother for snogging Lavender." She said harshly as she walked over to a table that held a teenage brunette.

Blaise got up, abandoning his coffee mug and followed her over to the girl. "Ginny," he said slowly, grasping on what to say. "I really hate you're brother."

Ginny nodded with a look of satisfaction on her face as she took the girls order and turned back around to the counter.

"But," Blaise continued. "That doesn't mean I don't like you. It doesn't mean we can't be friends." He said hopefully. "You're being wasted here, Ginny. Please, just set up an interview?" He pleaded before taking a stickle out of his pocket and placing it on the table. He leaned over the counter and kissed her cheek before turning on his heel and walking out the door.

Ginny touched the spot where he kissed her cheek and watched him walk out the door. She sighed, her resolve slipping considerably. After all, how much harm could one interview do?

-

Hermione looked lazily around the new room on the yacht. She had to admit; who ever decorated it had stylish taste. The living room, where Crabbe had left her, was decorated chicly with soft walls painted off white and bold, maroon coloured chairs and couches. There was modern art hanging off the walls and a glass coffee table was placed in the middle.

She sighed and leaned her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes lightly.

"You know I hate Portkeys!" She heard a female exclaim from a different room. "Couldn't we have drove?"

"Drove?" Asked a voice that she knew to be Draco's. "One that's a muggle thing. Two, we're on a freaking boat!" Draco retorted as he walked into the room Hermione was sitting in. "Hello Granger." He nodded as he loosened his tie and sat on a chair opposite her.

"Who's this?" The teenage girl, who Hermione supposed was named Vega, asked. "Is she your girlfriend? Where's Pansy?" She demanded as she glared at Draco.

Hermione looked the girl over. She seemed to be a bit shorter than Hermione herself. She had dark brown- almost black hair that hung just past her shoulders. She had bight silver eyes, the same colour as Draco, Harry's godfather Sirius and Narcissa Malfoy.

"Pansy's where you're going to be," Draco said softly as he picked a piece of non-existent lint off his dress pants. "No arguments." Draco demanded as he looked at Hermione. "How was your day?"

"Boring as hell." Hermione remarked. "I threw a shoe at one of your men."

"Good, good," Draco said absentmindedly as he watched his cousin. "Vega?"

"Who is she?" Vega demanded. "Why is she here? Are you sleeping with her? What about Aida?"

"No, Vega, I am not sleeping with her. She is not my girlfriend, either so you needn't worry. We are not together in any way, shape or form." Draco said softly as he rubbed his forehead.

"He kidnapped me." Hermione interrupted. "Oh, an I'm married." She added as an after thought.

Vega looked sharply at Draco before turning on her heel and walking out of the room.

"Who's Aida?" Hermione asked Draco as she crossed her legs. "You never said you had a girlfriend."

"I don't," Draco said sharply as he stood up. "Aida is long gone. She's been gone for years. Vega just doesn't take death well."

"How did she die?" Hermione asked him softly as she leaned forward.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked loudly as he threw his arms up into the air. He really didn't want to tell her of his past. The last thing he wanted was her pity.

"I'm curious." She said as she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "You tell me this and I'll tell you a story." She promised. "I'll tell you anything. You're choice."

Draco sighed and scrubbed his hand over his face. "I met Aida Trepan in New York City when I was twenty years old. I was studying Criminal Law, my Uncle wanted me to be corporate but either worked if he was in trouble."

"Uncle?" Hermione asked surprised. "You have an Uncle?"

"Yes, I do." Draco said in a tone telling her to drop it. "Aida told me if I couldn't find anything better to do than to make rich people even richer I was better off doing something else."

"So she was an idealist?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, she believed in helping people. Anyway, she was in the school library, studying poverty. She wanted to save the world, one piece at a time." Draco paused and looked off. "I was so in love with her I would have done anything. So I agreed to go with her on one of her missions. To help her."

"Wow," Hermione said softly. "Draco Malfoy, former spoiled brat turned savior of the people."

Draco let out a small laugh. "Don't spread that around, it'll ruin my reputation." Draco sighed and continued. "We were on our way to a village in North England. It was a torn village, in the middle of warfare, remaining Death Eaters. My Uncle contacted me and asked for my help. 'Just this once, he's the only family I have left,' I had told her. I promised to meet her. So she went with a group of Human's Rights Workers and her friends.

"I got them out of trouble and it didn't take long, it wasn't a difficult job. When I was on my way to meet her, I saw on the news that Death Eaters had, had burned the village and killed everyone including children… and of course the human rights workers." Draco rubbed the side of his face and turned around. "That's enough."

Hermione sat shell-shocked for a moment before standing up. "That's- that's horrible Draco." She said soothingly. "But you know if you would have gone, you would be dead too." She said as she looked up at him, to see him facing away from her. She reached over and put her small hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe," Draco said slowly as he took her hand in his, still not turning around. "Maybe not, but at least she would be with me." Draco turned back around to face Hermione. He dropped her hand after a pause. "Anyway it was a long time ago. I moved on. Why are you with Weasley?" He asked Hermione, eyes pleading with her to change the subject. "Married to him, I mean. I never really thought that would happen."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and sat in the chair Draco had once sat in. "I was working fairly low down in the ministry, I was an intern. This was just after the time I quit working at this restaurant in Port Ryan. Lavender had just left and I had just broken up with my boyfriend. We were both in a bad place and we did something… stupid.

"I ended up pregnant with his child so we moved in together. I had a miscarriage, but we had already fallen in love." She closed her eyes, trying to sooth the pain that was welled inside her. "We got married and it went great until Lavender came back last year. Both Ron and Blaise became obsessed with her and we broke up for a while." Hermione paused and looked off. "I love my husband, and I know he loves me. Sometimes I just wonder if given the chance if he would go back to Lavender."

Draco nodded slightly. "I'm sorry for you're loss." He said softly as he sat on the coffee table in front of her. The two exchanged sympathetic looks and Draco reached his hand out. It hesitated above hers before dropping to rest on top of hers.

"As am I for yours." She responded with a half smile. "I'm sorry that you lost her," she said as her voice cracked slightly and she looked down at their hands. She turned her hand around and grasped his. She drew her eyes back up to him, as there was a knock at the door.

Goyle walked into the room and Draco pulled his hand back as if he touched fire. "Boss? We need you in the back." He said glancing at Hermione with an amused look. Most thought Goyle was stupid, but he knew he was more observant than they gave him credit for. And his 'inner eye' was telling him there was more to his boss and the hostage than joint enemy-ship.

"I trust you can make it back to your room?" He asked as he took a step back to the door and left the room.

Hermione sighed and followed him out of the door, but by the time she got there he was gone.

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(Yes! Another chapter down! Many, many more to go!

Vega seems like a brat.

Er, why yes, yes she does. She is a bit of a brat because Draco spoils her and she has no rules. You'd be a brat too!

Are Draco and Hermione moving closer together?

Well, currently they can tolerate each other to a degree. She feels bad for him and finds him intriguing. He sees her as someone to talk to while Pansy's gone.

So Draco wasn't always a mobster…?

No, but he always sort of had mob intentions.

Where was Pansy during this span of events?

I don't give spoilers.

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