Disclaimer: Right… I really don't own Harry or Luna or Draco or Hermione yadda, yadda, yadda. They all belong to JKR an not me, blah, blah, blah. I do own a few things, anyway/

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.

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"Hermione?" Draco called as he walked into the empty room. He looked around the rather clean area with furrowed eyebrows as he sat on a chair and put his feet on the table.

He turned and looked over his shoulder as he heard the door click. He gaped as a rather wet looking Hermione stared at him in shock with huge brown eyes. Draco looked at her hair, which was now straight due to the pressure of the water, although he could see it starting to curl once more near the end where it was drying first. All of her hair was gathered to one side, covering that side of her face like a sheet.

"Draco," she said slowly as she pulled the hem down on her, well Pansy's, rather shortnightgown. "What are you doing here?" She asked him as she patted down her wet hair. She shifted her sock, Draco's socks, clad feet slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I came to tell you that I'm back." Draco said quickly as he stumbled out of his seat. He hooked his fingers through the loops on his black jeans and looked her over. "Obviously, I have really bad timing."

"Obviously," Hermione retorted, still attempting to cover herself as much as possible. She stared at him for a second, waiting. "Well?" She prompted.

Draco tore his wider-than- usual eyes off her and looked down at the floor. "I- er, I was going to tell you how your children are." He said, admiring the wooden floors.

Hermione brightened as she swept the hair to rest behind her back. She ran over to her bed and got under the blankets. "You can look at me now," she said amused.

Draco drew his eyes up and grinned at the huge smile that was gracing Hermione's face. It made her seem at least five years younger and nothing like how he remembered her from Hogwarts.

"Tell me about Daniel and Matthew!" She pleaded as she bounced slightly on her bed. The blankets fell to her lap as she jiggled around in excitement. She crossed her legs and patted the spot in front of her, an invitation for him to sit.

He sat across from her, mirroring her stance. "Those are really their names?" He asked skeptically. "They sound so…" He trailed off as if searching for the correct word.

"Common?" Hermione offered. "I didn't name them Draco, if you can't remember. Besides, haven't you ever wanted a common name?" She asked him.

"No, not really." Draco shrugged slightly. "Anyway, I only saw them from a distance when I was dropping Vega off at some tea shop. I ran into Potter." He added for her benefit.

"You saw Harry?" Hermione asked, her voice cracking slightly. Tears began to cloud her vision and spill down her cheeks. "Please Draco." She pleaded slightly as she grabbed his hand. "I want to go home."

Draco shook his head and pulled back from her. "Oh no, Granger." He said as he jumped off the bed. "I thought we were past this. I thought you understood, I will send you back when my agenda is done." He told her once more.

Hermione gazed up at him and shook her head before burying her head in her hands. She held her palms over her eyes, in an attempt to sooth the tears. She gazed up at the ceiling. "Why am I here?" She asked him once more. She had asked him in the past and he had merely brushed her off.

Draco sighed and looked at the brunette. Her hair was beginning to dry, making it seem more dangerously frizzy than ever. Her brown eyes were glassy and her cheeks were bright red. "You're here because I ran out of ideas." He told her softly as he wiped some tears off her cheeks.

Hermione's head shot back to look at him, causing her to pull away. "What?" She asked him, with wide eyes. "What do you mean? Why would you have ideas in the first place?" She asked him.

Draco scrubbed the side of his face with his palm. "You and your little friends killed my family. You killed Pansy's family. You killed Vega's family." He said shaking his head. "I- Pansy and I, we decided to- er, get our –ah, our revenge." He said tripping over his words.

"But why me?" She asked him in a pleading tone as she grabbed the blankets. "Why would you kidnap me? How am I supposed to help you?" She asked.

"Enough!" Draco commanded, holding one hand in front of him. "I'm not going to tell you anymore." He told her. "I already told you enough. I told you why you're here." He turned around and walked towards the door. He turned and looked over his shoulder, hand hovering over the doorknob. "Goodnight, Granger." He said before turning the doorknob and walking out the door, closing it tightly behind him.

Hermione turned the lights off beside her and made her way deep under the covers. She tuned on her side and tucked her legs up to her chest. "Goodnight Draco." She replied softly as tears began to spill down her cheeks once more.

Draco leaned his head against the door and sighed softly. He looked up at Goyle who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "What is it, Gregory?" He asked the taller man exasperatedly.

"I know that look, Draco." Gregory said slowly as he placed his hands in his pockets. "You can tell me what's going on. We've been friends for a long time."

Draco crossed his arms, "If you know me so well, Gregory, why don't you tell me what's going on." He said stubbornly.

"You're falling in love with her, Draco. I've sent the way you act around her. You're falling in love with her and you don't know how to stop it. It's killing you."

Draco pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. "She's married, Gregory. I can't love her."

"But you do, Draco. You have to tell her." Gregory said soothingly. "She may not feel the same way, but you can get it off your chest."

Draco looked up at Gregory and walked past him.

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Pansy walked in Blaise's grand office building and glanced around. It was tastefully decorated with light pine wood floors and glass tables. Pansy walked up to the main desk and watched as the secretary chatted with someone in the Floo powder.

"And so I said to Jeremy," she chatted as she held her hand in front of her and filed her nails. "You had better get your stuff and your slut outta this apartment before you have more than just a metal rod up your ass!" She paused and scrunched up her nose. "I was talking about my high heel, Merlin, Suzy. Get your mind outta the gutter."

Pansy rolled her eyes and cleared her throat as loudly as she could. The secretary turned around in her chair and smiled pleasantly, but a little too fake. "May I help you?" She asked with a hint of annoyance behind her words.

"I'm here to speak to Blaise Zabini. I'm an old friend from Hogwarts and he wasn't at his apartment, and I knew he would be here." Pansy responded as pleasantly as she could muster.

The secretary pointed a well manicured down a long hall. "Mr. Zabini is the last office on your left." She said annoyed before turning back out her conversation.

Pansy rolled her eyes and walked down the hall. When she reached the door she rested her hand on the doorknob. "I'm never going to get a job here." She said to herself softly. "I'm a freaking mobster. What's on my resume? How to kill a guy who owes you money?" She said sarcastically. She turned the doorknob and saw Blaise sitting at a desk in the middle of the room, reading over a contract.

Blaise looked up as he heard someone walk into the room. He smiled as he saw Pansy walk into the room. "Pansy!" He said surprised. "It's so nice to see you!" He said as he stood up and walked over to hug her.

"You too, Blaise," she said as she hugged him back. She stepped back and smiled at him. "Working over time? Hope you get time and a half." She joked.

"Ah, afraid not. Not when I pay myself anyway." Blaise said with a hint of mock disappointment. "What brings you to my office, Pans?" He asked as he walked back to his desk. He sat in his chair and motioned for Pansy to sit in front of him.

Pansy walked across the room and sat in the chair across from Blaise. She folded her hands in her lap and twisted them painfully. She stared down at the powder blue, powder blue, skirt Ron had made her wear. "Blaise, I need to ask you a favor." She started before glancing up at him.

Blaise smiled reassuringly at her and nodded. "Anything Pansy, you know that. At least for an old friend." He said smirking as he looked at her across the table.

"I need a job." She said quickly as she stood up. "So, I'll see you on Monday?" She asked him before turning on her heel and attempting to make her way to the door.

"Pansy!" Blaise said as he stood up and ran to stand in front of her. "You want a job?" He asked in disbelief. "Why do you want a job? I've never seen you work."

"I work!" She said as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Besides, I don't want this job. Ron wants me to take a job here." She said in as true of a tone as Pansy could have.

"Weasley? Why would Weasley want you to work for me?" Blaise asked. "I mean, Lavender's gone. Why does he want me watched?" He asked her.

Pansy shifted uncomfortably. "Ginny," she said softly. "He wants me to make sure you don't over step your bounds." She explained as she dropped her arms to rest at her sides.

"Over step my bounds?" Blaise asked incredulously. Blaise sighed and ran a hand over his eyes. "I do need a personal assistant." He said after a moment, looking down at her.

"I'll take it." Pansy said as she beamed. "You have no idea how happy this is going to make Ron!" She said excitedly.

Blaise's look of detachment became on of worry. "Watch out, Pansy." He warned. "Ron is married. He is too attached to people. Hermione and… Lavender."

"I know that Blaise," she said through gritted teeth. "I feel nothing for him but friendship and that's at the most. He's a goody, goody, remember?" She said looking at her shoes.

"I think you feel more for him," Blaise said harshly. "You can't do this Pansy. You can't do this again." Blaise said, thinking of Draco. "You have to promise me you won't do anything."

"Fine, I promise." She said before walking around him and out the door.

Blaise sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He knew Pansy better than most did. And thru knowing her for as long as he had, he had learned one most common thing about Pansy.

Pansy lied.

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Ron gently walked through the door of his family's new house. The old house that his family had lived in since Bill was born was destroyed in a Death Eater attack years ago.

He looked at the steps to see his nephew, Alexander sitting on the steps. His head was leaning carelessly against the banister and was flipping through a magazine.

"Hello, Alexander," Ron said as he walked over to the staircase. "It's good to see you again."

Zander looked up from his magazine and glared at his Uncle. "It's Zander, Uncle Ron. I tell you that over and over. And it's good to see you… out and about."

"Out and about?" Ron said questionably. "What do you mean by out and about? I've been out." He said defensively. "Harry's the one who doesn't step outside."

Zander shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his magazine. "I'm just repeating what Grandma said and she said you haven't been out 'cause you haven't been around." Zander stated as he stood up and walked up the stairs.

Ron grimaced and looked at the closed door. He shook his head and turned on his heel, heading out the door he had just walked through.

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Harry walked down the strange hallway, glancing around as he went. It was a nice hallway, if Harry was one to judge. In truth he was on his way to Luna's apartment.

He paused outside her doorway and patted down his hair as much as he could. Unfortunately, he could tell it was standing up.

It's not like it matters, he told himself. She's seen you first thing in the morning. That was a memory Harry would like to erase from his mind.

Although, Luna was also in her nightwear, he thought on the other hand. Why can't I be smooth and have a velvet jacket and a pipe! He thought in fury at his lack of cool bed wear as he knocked at the door.

Luna appeared at the door in record time. For only the third time since he had met her, she looked taken aback. It's no wonder, Harry thought to himself. You've never been here. She always goes to your house.

"Harry," Luna said in a voice Harry hoped sounded full of tension and love for him. Regrettably he could tell it was only happiness. "Come in," she said, stepping aside to let him in.

Harry looked around the apartment. It was clean and vibrantly coloured. There were books everywhere, mostly books of animals he had never heard of and Hermione thought, thinks, she thinks, he corrected himself, don't exist.

"What can I do for you, Harry?" Luna asked, dreaminess back in her voice. She motioned to the couch she moved to sit in front of. On the floor.

Harry sat awkwardly on the edge of the couch. His leg started to bounce out of nervousness. He rested his elbow on it as casually as he could and smiled at Luna with a smile he hoped said, "Take me now!"

"Are you alright, Harry?" Luna asked him as she placed a hand on his knee, making his knee bounce. "You seem shaken up about something. Is it work?"

"Er, no. It's not work." He said in attempts to be casual. "I just… wanted to see you." Harry said as he smiled lightly at her. "Unless you had plans with that guy."

"What guy?" Luna asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The guy you had a date with last week." Harry prompted her, pleased that he had been forgotten about.

"Oh, him." She said with a slight tone of not caring. "I have no plans with him. I'm all yours Harry."

Harry drifted off into thoughts of other places that could be said. "Great… want to stay in?"

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Ron walked through the door to his house and smiled as he saw Pansy leaned back on the couch with her bare feet perched on the coffee table in front of her. He flopped down next to her and gave her a huge grin. "So?"

Pansy smiled back at him. "I suppose you're looking at your latest working girl!" Pansy said with a flourish before crinkling her nose. "Not that kind of working girl."

Ron let out a low chuckle before patting her on the head. "No worries. But didn't I tell you it would be easy?"

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Ron, you don't understand what kind of relationship Blaise and I had. He was in love with me for years." She reminded him.

"You told me. And you loved Malfoy, which broke his wittle heart." Ron said mockingly, grinning at Blaise Zabini's pain.

"Nobodies relationships are perfect, Ron. Except for, I suppose, you and Granger." Pansy shrugged as she inspected her manicured hand. "The perfect marriage and all."

Ron shook his head slowly. "We barely have a marriage. We never see each other. I work long hours and she works longer hours. We fight more often than not and we never know what to say to each other when we don't fight."

Pansy inspected Ron's profile. He was a handsome man, nothing like she remembered him to be. He was still lanky and had a rather large nose, but it worked for him.

She felt a twinge of pity for the man who she was suppose to be manipulating. She was so close to having the man wrapped around her little finger.

He was already spilling secrets to her. Although oddly, she hadn't told Draco of any of these. Sure, in the beginning she did but over the past few days she hadn't seen the point.

In fact, and she would take this to her grave, she felt bad every time she thought of telling Draco of Ron's secrets.

Pansy never felt bad for doing anything to people she didn't like. Did she like him?

She really hoped Blaise was wrong.

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What's ya mean common? I'm sorry, have you ever seen a child named Draco? Exactly.

Why is Harry so pervy? He's not pervy! He just has a crush. If it makes you feel better, the pajama's consisted of pants, a tank and fuzzy slippers.

I have no other questions in my head. If you have any, ask away!

slyswn28: Aww! It's really better than a soap? blushes. Pansy will take the mission as far as she can. She isn't completely heartless. Vega is... well, she's had a tough life. No parents, living with mobsters, no friends. The kid's got it rough.

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random gal It's okay, be addicted! There's plenty more to come!

LatentBeauty I'm glad you like the story line in all it's complexity. Is that a word?

FredandGeorgeWeasleyareMYKings: Aren't they just? I love them! Poor Pansy. Sometimes I feel bad for her... others...

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