A/N: I have been working my entire story up to that chapter for months. I am so happy I have shown you my entire genius mind. Although it is still very sad. Please leave me a bunch of reviews. I want this sequel to be better than the first.

And on another note, I will confirm something with you all. I am making these two HarryHermione fanfic's into a series. I realized that as soon as this story is done, I have a new idea for my famous couple and then the more I thought of it, the more idea came into mind. So now, I have a title for everything. So good news, this will not be the last of my Harry Potter fanfictions. You can all celebrate now.

The Price of Love

The second book in the Mr. and Mrs. Potter series

Chapter 9: When Things Go Right.

Hermione POV

My body immediately became painful from the impact. I didn't dare try to move. The room I was in was cold. It was made of pure stone. It was barely lit from what seemed to be a candle off in the distance. Suddenly I felt people grabbing my wrists and ankles and lifting me up off the ground. It was painful and I yelled out in pain. I was pulled up and onto a cold table that was also made of stone. I didn't dare move until I felt whoever it was cuff my hands and ankles to the table. I jerked them but they were stuck.

My eyes were adjusting to the dim light. No sooner than that I saw a candle growing brighter as it came closer. I heard a door open as footsteps entered the room where I was. I could make out 2 sets of footsteps as the door closed behind them. I felt that the table I was lying on was moving upwards as if I were standing up. It stopped and I came to face to 2 hooded figures. One of them was placing a torch in the socket in the wall. He soon turned around and his face was covered from me.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Draco, my son, you did an excellent job." Came the first voice.

"Malfoy?" I asked.

"Thank you father." Draco answered him.

Then the hoods came down and revealed the two people to me. The second of course was Draco and the first was his father, Lucius Malfoy.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I screamed.

"Silence." Draco commanded.

"You say she was dancing with Potter when you snatched her?" Lucius asked Draco.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, they were snogging." Draco said with a smirk on his face.

"Excellent." Lucius replied. He walked towards me. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty thing? Filthy, yet pretty. I can understand why Potter would fancy you." He came two steps closer to me and reached his hand up and touched my check. I turned away from him with disgust.

"You will learn to obey me and my son. For him and I have both been taught very well." He said.

"Over my dead body." I spat back at him.

"That can be arranged." Draco spoke up.

"Draco, let me handle this son." Lucius said as he looked back to Draco and then me. "Let me show you how it is done."

His hand then grabbed my chin and forced my to look into his cold stare. "You have no idea what kind of power we both have." Lucius said with a cold gaze.

"Maybe we have to show you." Lucius motioned to Draco. He released me and went back to his son's side. Draco on the other hand was pulling his wand out of his robes. "If you thought you felt pain in your dreams, then you have no idea what is about to happen to you." Lucius said. "Draco, I am going to let you take the first one."

Draco's eyes shined wild with evil. He lifted his wand and pointed it straight at me. "Crucio." He cried aloud.

It all happened too fast. Pain in the worst possible way surged throughout my body. Every part of my body was crying aloud. I screamed out in terror and pain. I twitched in every direction. This wasn't anything I had experienced before. My entire body was on fire.

Soon enough though Draco released the curse on me. I bent my head forward in pain and agony. I swear I think my body was smoking from all the heat.

"That is just a taste of what you are to feel." Lucius muttered. My table went flat again and they left, taking the light with him. Soon it was dark again and I was lying in the cold, in pain, and all alone. Suddenly, my face became wet with tears. Everything was the worst it could get. All of my dreams had become true. I was away from Harry. And just after everything was perfect again between us. Harry was going to suffer along with me. And he was alone and he probably didn't know where I was as well. I don't even know where I am. I cried myself to sleep, and the pain stayed with me until I began dreaming.

Harry POV

How could this of happened to me? She was right. The dreams did come true.

I fell onto my bed and ignored changing into regular clothes. I threw my crown onto the floor. I sat up cross-legged. I still had Hermione's tiara in my hands. I traced my fingers over its surface I had found myself in this situation many times before. I looked up and saw my bathroom door open. Instantly, my feet got up and carried me over to the bathroom. Across the way Hermione's bedroom door was closed. My feet carried me over to the door and I opened it slowly. It had been a while since I had been in here. Without Hermione's presence, an eerie feeling crept over me. A robe that matched the dress she was wearing was thrown on the bed. Cosmetics were spread across her vanity mirror setting, with which had a pop out table and the light was still on. A book was lying on the bed as well.

I walked in and saw the room exactly how Hermione had left it. The light in her closet was still on. The bed was made except for a few small wrinkles on the cover. There was a trashcan filled with used tissue paper and a box on her nightstand. Her white pillow had a wet spot on it, apparently from crying. Tears quickly came to my own eyes. Hermione may never see this room again.

I walked over to the bed and looked through the photos. Some had been turned face down. Others were pictures of her family, her and Lavender, her cat. I quickly grabbed a picture frame that had been turned upside down and held it upright in my hands. It was a picture of just me. I was sitting a tree that was by the lake. I was smiling straight at her. It was in the middle of our 6th year. I picked up another one of the pictures after setting the other one perfectly in place on her desk face up. This picture was of both of us. I remember Lavender taking this picture of us dancing together at the Winer Ball last yearas Prince and Princess. I set it upright like the rest of them.

I grabbed one more picture that was face down on the table. As I held it in my hands I realized that it wasn't a picture. Soon, the memory frame was showing me what had happened earlier that night. She was finally happy again when her world started to fall apart. I saw us kiss right there in the middle of the Great Hall. I saw Draco come up and pull her right out of my hands. I then saw them disappear. But instead of watching me, I followed with Hermione. She fell into a gray room. Lucius and Draco were both there. Lucius was holding her head back. Anger raised in when the minute I saw Draco curse my Hermione. They left Hermione but I stayed watching on Draco and Lucius, they were talking amongst themselves and I could hear every word.

"I am proud of how you handled yourself in there." Lucius said.

"Thank you father." Draco replied. "How ever I do have only one question."

"Yes my son?" Lucius questioned him.

"Should we really keep her here? I mean, Dumbledore and Harry Potter will guess this is the perfect spot for hiding her." Draco asked.

"Draco, we have already gone over this." Lucius snapped. "No one except for Our Lord's followers and Malfoy's know where Malfoy Manner is located."

"But can't you get here through Floo Powder?" Draco asked.

"Unfortunately, yes. We both know that the Ministry of Magic would become very suspicious if we blocked ourselves from wandering eyes. People cannot already fly here or drive, the Ministry had asked me countless times why. I just shrug and answer them that this house has old and ancient magic that I have no control over." Lucius answered.

"But you do have control over the magic, right?" Draco piped up.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have my family and the Dark Lord himself here if I didn't know how to." Lucius snapped.

I dropped Hermione's Memory Frame. I fell back. Malfoy Manner. She was back in Malfoy Manner and Harry could get there easily.

Suddenly, there was a wild knock on the front door. "Harry let us in." Ron cried through the other side. I left Hermione's room and didn't bother to shut the door behind him. He threw the door open and Ron, Dean, Seamus, Lavender and Parvati were standing there.

"Oh my god, Harry are you okay?" Parvati asked as everyone followed into the common room.

"No, I'm not but what are you all doing here." I asked.

"Were here for you mate. Were here to help you." Dean answered me.

"I cannot believe that he would have to guts to pull this kind of shit off." Lavender snapped.

"LAVENDER!" Ron almost screamed.

"What?" Lavender asked with her hands on her hips.

"I have never heard you curse before." Ron said.

"This is what made her snap." Parvati almost whispered.

"And he took her away while you guys were kissing too." Lavender snapped again. "What a bastard. If I were Hermione, I would totally spit right his face."

"I know where she is." I spoke up.

Everyone immediately looked at me. Parvati and Lavender had their mouths wide open. "Where is she?" Seamus asked.

"She is locked up in Malfoy Manner." I answered him.

"I knew it! And we can get there by Floo Powder." Ron told the room.

"Excuse me? What do you mean we?" I asked.

"Harry, you're not even considering?" Lavender stopped me.

"No." I spoke up. "Look, I have to do this alone. Voldemort already has Hermione and if something happens to you guys as well I cannot forgive myself. Please, just stay here. Voldemort wants me and I have to go." I said. "Besides, I only have enough Floo Powder for Hermione and me to go only."

"No." Lavender stated.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"I am not going to just sit here while I know my best friend is being held captive by that sicko." Lavender answered.

"No Lavender." Ron spoke up for me.

"Ron?" Lavender snapped at him.

"No, Harry is right. He has to do this. It all comes down to this." Ron said.

"What?" I asked.

"Harry don't you see? This is the last battle. You-Know-who isn't just going to let you walk away from this one unless you kill him." Ron answered me. "Personally, I don't want you to go but I know in my head that you have to."

"Ron is right Harry." Said a voice from the door. I turned around and saw Dumbledore standing there.

"Professor Dumbledore." I said.

"Harry, this is your seventh year and it will be the seventh time you will face him. This one you and only you must go alone. Harry, you have been trained very well over summer. You know the best ways to defend yourself." Dumbledore told me.

"Thank you Professor." I thanked him.

"There is only, one more thing I ask of you to do." Dumbledore continued.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Protect Miss Granger." Dumbledore answered him.

"With all my heart."