Disclaimer: How many times must I say that I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did (though I would rather have Draco then Harry). I shall be content in the ways I mess with their lives though.

A/N: So, last chapter, pretty boring, eh? I thought so too, this one not much more interesting except the very end, yea. Cliffies are so evil…

And I'm sorry that I took so long to update, I went up north this weekend to visit Dan, I had to study for my fucking AP Biology test that I probably bombed and it was mother's day, so I had to be extra special to my mother. Also my sister is moving back home, she just got done with college for the term, and I have homework up the ass, so here is another chapter of Be Careful What You Bet On!

PS, if you like the way I write (Which obviously you must if you have gotten this far) You should really go check out ShiverBoo, I think we have a grand total of five stories up now (Slytherin War being my favorite) and they are all co-written with my friend Amber.

Anyway…

Enjoy!

Chapter 29

Harry and Tests

Harry was pissed. No one would tell him where Hermione was. Not even Dumbledore. Hermione had been missing for five days now, and Harry was getting worried about her. He didn't know where she was. Dumbledore didn't seem to care that Harry was going crazy trying to figure it out. So Harry went to his boyfriend for information.

"Blaise, do you know where Hermione is?"

"N-No," he said hesitantly.

"Yes you do, please tell me. I need to know what happened to her, its killing me not to know. Is everyone just plotting against me? They don't want me to know. Is this just a big joke or is she seriously gone?"

"Harry, calm down. I don't know where she is, but I know who she is with and what she's doing there."

"Well, tell me. Please."

"You have to promise me that you won't go looking for her. Please do that, because I don't want you to get hurt."

"Tell me."

"Promise me," Blaise said.

"Fine, I promise I will not go looking for her."

"She's with Draco."

"Where?"

"Well, Draco was taken by his father and made a death eater. Granger was captured by the death eaters and taken as an initiation gift for Draco, and he is trying every way possible to get her out of there alive. Without being tortured."

"And how do you know all of this?"

"Draco sent me a letter yesterday. He told me not to tell you unless it was completely necessary. And I don't want you to have a nervous breakdown over her. So now that you know where she is, please don't worry about her. Draco is doing his best to get her out, and he is making sure that she is fine while she is there."

"It pisses me off that I can't do anything, Hermione is my best friend."

"And Draco is mine; give him a chance, Harry. He's doing his best."

"Fine. Just tell me if you find out anything new."

"I will."

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Draco had gone down to Diagon Alley the next morning to get the stuff he needed for Hermione. There was an Apothecary there that had the mornicicum that he needed for her.

He was so worried about her; she hadn't been able to keep down dinner last night, or breakfast this morning, so he had gone out as soon as possible to get the potion for her. She needed to have her strength, otherwise she would be in more danger, she would be able to be tortured more. Also, she needed to be in good strength for her kid that she was having. She was two months pregnant already.

She was fine as long as she was taking her potion and right now she was not taking it. She kept throwing up and that was not good. She needed to be better, soon. Otherwise she would be there longer than he had hoped, because she would not be able to escape if she was sick and not strong enough.

He was also angry because she had gotten sick again, and now he could not further their relationship. It had almost happened that night, but then he had to go to that stupid death eater meeting and he had to leave. That made him so pissed. He was sure that she was mad too, but he could do nothing about it. Then she got sick and he didn't have the chance to do anything more with her.

So he had gone to get her potion, he wanted her to be better. He loved her and didn't want her to suffer anymore. He knew how she felt with the potion. It must be a hundred times worse without it. He knew that she threw up everyday with the potion, without it she couldn't even keep water down. It was horrible. He felt horrible for her, and he only wanted her to get better.

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He went back down to her dungeon. He had gotten a bunch of the potion and also got the recipe so that he could make it himself. He was exceptionally good at potions.

"Mina, I got the potion," he said as he walked into her dungeon.

"You did?" she asked happily.

"Yes, but I didn't know how much you needed, so I bought all that they had."

"I only need a vile a day."

"Oh, well, then you have enough to last you a long time. I have to go back up and get a vile then," he said as he turned to leave.

"Did you get me a toothbrush?" she asked.

"Yeah, here," he said as he pulled a toothbrush out of his back pocket.

"Thank you," she said softly, taking the toothbrush from him and walking over to the small sink next to the toilet, and started brushing her teeth.

Draco left and went back upstairs to get a vile of the potion.

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He walked back into the dungeon a couple minutes later. Hermione was lying down on her bed again. That's all she seemed to do, was sleep. Draco thought that maybe he should get her a book to read so she didn't sleep all the time. That would make her feel better, he hoped.

"Mina are you sleeping?" He asked.

"No, I can't sleep anymore; I've been sleeping too much."

"That's what I thought; do you want a book or something to read?"

"That would be good."

"Oh, here's the potion," he said as he handed Hermione the vile.

She drank it quickly, and she started coughing.

"Are you ok?" Draco asked immediately.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just…its gross," she said, cupping her hands over her mouth.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm fine," she said as she stopped coughing. "It's just really disgusting."

"I'm sorry."

"Its ok, it will make me feel better, hopefully."

"I'm going to go and get you a book or something then, what do you want to read about?"

"I don't care," she said smiling. "You know what I like, pick something."

"Fine, I will," he gave her the kiss that he was now allowed to give her before and then left to go get the book. He closed the door after him and locked it.

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Is it a test? Why would she have him choose? Did she think that he knew her that well? Wait, maybe he did know her that well. She had told him a lot about her. But what would she want to read about, what would there be that she would want to read?

He looked around his extensive library. There were a lot of books. One of his favorites being on the types of Dragons in the world. He loved that book. He remembered Hermione saying something about Dragons. She also said that she wanted to do many things when she got older. She wanted to work with magical creatures (Which he hated the idea of because he hated all magical creatures), she said she might want to be a teacher, and follow in either Snape or McGonagall's footsteps, she also said that she might want to be an auror like her friends.

But there were so many things and so many books. He didn't know what she wanted to read about, and knowing her, she had probably already read all of these books here. He decided on a book on potions and a book on hexing spells that she might not know.

He brought them back down to her, only to find her sleeping again. He had forgotten that the potion made her sleep. He left the books on the end of her bed and left her alone. He had to get a move on. He would see Hermione again later tonight, when he was finished; he would have to bring her something that she would actually be able to eat.

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"Mimsy, where are you?" he called out when he got upstairs to his kitchen.

"Here master, what is it you should need?"

"I need you to have a meal prepared for dinner for Granger; she needs to have some food later tonight. I will be back down here to get it at a quarter to six."

"Yes sir, and what would Ms. Granger want to eat."

"Anything, as long as there is a plum."

"Yes sir."

With that Draco walked away from the kitchen and made his way to his room. He needed to take a nap.

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He woke up to a pounding on his door.

"Draco, wake up, Draco," his father was calling from the other side of the door.

"Yes father?" he called.

"Draco, come out here now."

Draco got up and opened his door.

"I have a surprise for you," he said softly as he grabbed his sons arm and pulled him from the room.

Draco was pulled down a series of intricate tunnels and dungeons that he had never been to before.

He was afraid to know what it was; it was hard enough with Hermione being there. But telling Hermione that someone else was here, someone like Potter, it would be worse.

Then he got to thinking that there was no way that it would be Potter, because if it was then he would already be dead. Unless he was and his father wanted to show him the remains of Potter's body.

"Just around this corner," Lucius said.

"What is it, father?"

"You will see son, you will see."

They walked around another corner and through another tapestry.

Draco was racking his brain; it would be hard enough to get one person out. Who else would be here that he would have to help to escape? This was not good.

Then he heard screaming.

A/N: I have to say my best cliffy! Sry! Can you guess who it is, come on, just guess. I'll give you a cookie if you can guess correctly. I just think it's funny that I know who it is and none of you do. Muahahaha.

To Daniel Caleb: MUAH, big hugs and kisses to you Dan, I'm glad you're finally reading my story!

Hugs and Kisses to you all

Brittany