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A/N: Well, let's see...I was so overjoyed when I saw all my reviews for the last chapter that I just had to slap together something and put it up. I was debating on whether to wait a bit, but what good would it be if it just sat rotting on my computer? lol. Major hugs to all you guys who've reviewed since the begining. I love you all! Anyway, I should stop rambling. As usual, tell me of anything that's not right or typoed and so forth. Because this was written at around 2 in the morning. Keep that in mind as you start to wonder, 'what the hell is wrong with her?'
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Chapter Six - Kidnaping
Draco was woken up by a loud knock on his door the following morning. "Malfoy? Are you up yet?"
Draco groaned and sat up. Fumbling his way over to the portrait that led to the hallway, he opened it slightly and stuck his head out. "Nuh?"
A mildly irritated looking Severus Snape stood outside his room, arms crossed in annoyance. "It's noon. What are you still doing in bed?"
"Sleeping," Draco replied peevishly, stepping back to let his Potions master in. "What's up?"
"I needed to talk you about the night the Dark Mark appeared on Potter's arm," Severus told him, glancing around the room and catching sight of Harry still asleep on the Slytherin's bed. He raised an eyebrow. "Speak of the devil..."
Draco blushed uncharacteristically. "Yeah...we were talking and it was too late for him to go back to his room..."
Severus sighed and sat down at Draco's desk. "You know that too close of an association with Potter will heighten the chances that the Dark Lord will use him once again. We've gone over this."
"I know Professor... I'll just study my Occlumency harder, alright?"
"That may not be enough this time..." Severus muttered. "When you were called upon by the Dark Lord, did you go?"
Draco glanced at Harry, double checking if he was still asleep. "Yes... It was about my father."
"What happened?"
"My father failed to bring him something he needed, but Voldemort didn't tell me what. He's putting me as second in charge of operations here."
"What?" Severus stared unbelievingly. "You've got to be kidding me. We both know he trusts you about as far as he can throw you."
"Yeah, and that's what makes me worry..."
"Just stay on your guard. Also, I've been doing some research on Voldemort's most recent plans. And it looks extremely foreboding."
"Recent plans? I haven't heard anything about this."
"That's because he's deliberately not telling you. He seems to think you'll try and stop him from doing it."
Draco scoffed. "Does he really think I can?"
Severus merely continued explaining. "Voldemort plans to do a blood ritual, an ancient one that was outlawed ages ago. The Sanguis Mortum is considered extreme dark magic."
"What? I've never heard of that."
"Not many have. It involves three sacrifices: a mudblood, a pureblood, and a half-blood."
"So? Why does that concern us? Aside from the fact that it'll probably boost his power times ten or something if he does it," Draco asked.
"Because the Dark Lord is going to use three students from this school," Severus replied, lips tight in a grimace.
"What!" Draco exclaimed.
Whether it was Draco's outburst or just bad luck, Harry groaned over on the bed and sat up groggily. "Where the hell am I?" he muttered.
"You're in my room, Potter," Draco smirked, looking over at the dazed Gryffindor. "You spent the night, remember?" Draco laughed inwardly as he saw Harry blush awkwardly. "Don't worry, we didn't do anything unspeakable. Yet." He grinned again.
"Well then, I'll be taking my leave now," Severus interrupted, standing up abruptly. Harry looked very startled to see the Potions teacher there. "We'll finish this conversation later, Mr. Malfoy." With a pointed glance of warning to the blonde, he nodded to them both and left the room.
"What's the big idea, huh? Saying things like that while Snape was in the room!" Harry snapped at Draco, who was innocently inspecting his fingernails.
"Big idea? I was just answering your question," he smiled eerily.
Harry shook his head and slid off the bed. "What's today?"
"The date?"
"No, the day."
"Sunday."
"Really? I would have sworn it was Monday... ah well. What was Snape here for?"
Draco avoided Harry's eyes. "It was nothing important. Just stuff about what Voldemort might have wanted to see me for," he replied.
Harry sighed, flopping back onto the cushiony pillows. "Hmmmm... So this is what it might have been like."
"What might have been like?"
"If I had accepted your offer in our first year. We could have avoided all those bad scenarios between us."
"What about Granger and Weasley? Do you really think you would be friends with them if you were friends with me?"
"I would hope so."
Draco snorted. "Highly doubtful. If you hadn't noticed, they aren't that fond of me."
"Maybe they just need to get to know you and all. This is honestly the last thing I was expecting to happen this year."
"Definitely...Do you want to go to the Great Hall? I'm getting awfully hungry," Draco asked.
"Alright," Harry nodded, groping for his glasses and putting them on. "Let's go.
oooOOooo
Draco stayed back a little as Harry went into the Great Hall, partially because he didn't want it to look weird with the two of them walking in at the same time, and also because he saw Professor Snape coming up from down the other corridor. "Professor!"
"Yes, Draco, what is it?" Severus asked him.
Draco glanced around, making sure the hall was really empty. "Do you know who the three students are going to be?" he whispered.
Severus looked pained for a second, but that moment passed as quickly as it appeared. "No, Draco. We don't. And that's why we're so worried."
"What about how they're going to do it?"
Severus frowned, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Draco. But we'll keep you updated." He wouldn't meet Draco's gaze as he stepped quickly around him and entered the Great Hall.
Draco stared intently at the spot where he had been standing, as if it could give him all the answers. He had a feeling that Severus wasn't telling him everything.
oooOOooo
Harry was blissfully unaware of anything that occurred the rest of the day. Nothing really important did occur anyway. He followed Hermione and Ron around in a sort of occupied daze. Ginny sensed something had happened with Malfoy, and decided to be totally unhelpful by making kissy faces when Harry was near.
He went to sleep later that night without his usual fits of tossing and turning or lying awake staring at the ceiling, and dreamed of nothing.
He didn't know what woke him first, the echoes of 'Harry! It's — HARRY!' ringing through his head and then the pain in the back of his head, or Ron shaking him vigorously. Harry opened an eye and blinked at him groggily.
"What?"
Ron looked very ashen faced, his eyes wide. "Harry," he croaked. "S-someone's taken Hermione!"
TBC...
Ooh, cliffhanger!I don't know whyI write them, I hate reading cliffhangers. sorry. Anyway, uh...so I made up a spell thingy. YAY! A plot that's totally different than what I had in mind in the begining!