Hey guys. Okay, one thing before we get started on Chapter 3 of "Moroccan Nights." Well, actually two. One of my friends who read this asked me, "Hey, why do they need exit visas and have to go by plane? Can't they just apparate?" This is how it works. When Voldemort took over, he and his followers cast a big charm in the ministries (only place it can work), so that no one can apparate from country to country. That is why they need a visa. The other thing- I know that for those who have seen the movie, you are probably going to recognize a lot of the lines. I hate crossovers where they just switch the names and use the same lines, so I'm not going to have that happen in mine. It is just that many of "Casablanca's" lines just make the characters and the entire movie. It would be silly to leave them out. And here is next chapter! Hope you like it!

"Harry Potter," said Draco, his eyes widening. He leaned back in his chair and took a gulp of brandy.

"You know," said Blaise, "I think that is the first time I've ever seen you so impressed."

"He impressed the UK when he survived 'Avada Kedavra,' and then impressed the rest of Europe, Africa, and the Americas with his actions in the Liberator movements. Escaping a death camp, running Muggle-borns away from danger..."

"Yes," said Blaise. "We all know what he's done, and it is my duty to see that it stops here. Potter stays in Casablanca."

Draco smirked. "It will be interesting to see how he escapes."

"I would advise you not to aid him, Draco. Plus, there is no way he can escape."

"Please, they are always saying he'll never escape- ever since Hogwarts they said that." Draco took another sip. "Six hundred galleons he won't escape."

"You serious?" asked Blaise, who was refilling his glass.

"I just lost five hundred. I'd like to get it back, along with a little profit."

"Make it three hundred. After all, I'm only a poor corrupt official."

"Done."

A sharp knock on the door came, and Millicent entered. "Honored Flint is here, Monsieur Zambini."

"Alright," he said. "Make sure he gets a good table- one close to the women."

"I have already given him the best, and since he's a Chosen, I know he would take it anyway," she laughed.

Zambini smiled, and then walked out into the café with Draco, music filling their ears.

You say neither, I say neither.
You say either, I say either.
Either, either, neither, neither.
Let's call the whole thing off.

Draco lit a cigarette and watched Blaise talk to the guards, posting two at each door. 'Here we go again,' he thought. He leaned against the bar, taking in small puffs of smoke.

"In a few moments," Blaise said to Flint and those accompanying him, "you will witness the arrest of the man who killed your brothers." At those words, two guards walked up to Neville and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Monsieur Longbottom," one said. "You are to come with us."

Neville's eyes darted around the café. "Alright, but may I cash my chips first?"

The man nodded gruffly. Neville walked to the cashier, where he received thirty galleons and five sickles. "Very lucky," he laughed nervously. Draco watched as he stowed the coins in his pocket and began walking, picking up speed as he went. Then he broke into a run and ran to the terrace. The soldiers began firing stunning spells, causing the women in Dragon's to scream. Neville ran back in through the bar entrance and collided with Draco. He grabbed Draco by the coat of his white suit, his wet eyes full of fear.

"Draco," he stuttered. "You've got to hide me!"

"It's too late, Longbottom," he said, emotionlessly. "They've got you now."

The soldiers grabbed his shoulders and began dragging him away as he shouted after Draco.

"I hope you'll be more of a help if they come and get me, Draco," said a man who's name Draco could not remember.

"I stick my neck out for nobody," Draco said firmly. Then loudly, he said, "I'm sorry there was trouble, everyone, but it's all over now. Go back and have a good time. Hit it, Ginny." With that Ginny instantly started the band playing, "In the Mood."

Draco walked over to Flint and Blaise's table. Blaise smiled and him and said, "Ah, Honored Flint, do you recognize your former Quidditch mate?"

Flint nodded and said, "Yes, it's a shame he does not play anymore. It's been a long time since Hogwarts."

"Yes, it has," said Draco frankly.

"Now," said Flint. "May I ask you a few questions- informally of course?"

"Yes- you can make it formal if you like. I really don't care."

"Alright, now- I know your nationality is British, but you did spend quite some time in the United States. What do you have to say on that matter?"

"Well, there are some areas of the South I would advise you not to invade."

Flint smiled at the joke. "Do you think we will take possession of the Americas?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," said Draco.

Blaise laughed. "Draco is completely neutral about everything, and that includes the field of women."

Draco stood up. "Gentlemen, your business is politics; mine is running a saloon. Goodnight." Draco ground his cigarette into the ashtray and walked away from Blaise and the Death Eaters. He went back into the gambling room to check profits, just as a tall, raven haired boy entered Dragon's, holding the hand of a beautiful woman. Many heads turned as the couple proceeded to their reserved table. Not only did they turn because the man was Harry Potter, the underground leader, but because of the lady that stood beside him. She wore a white dress suit and a gold and ruby tennis bracelet around her wrist. Her hair hung to mid-back and was stylishly pulled away from her pretty face. Ginny saw them walk to their table; concern and dread crossed her countenance, and she stared unblinkingly at the keys she was playing. Blaise saw them enter and began closing his conversation with the Death Eaters. The couple sat down at the table in a corner.

"Harry, I don't think we should stay," said the woman quietly.

"Nonsense," he said. "We're going to be fine." A young man approached their table. "Hello," said Harry uncertainly.

"Harry," the man said. "You don't recognize one of your best friends?"

Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Ron?"

Ron smiled and sat down. "You dyed your hair," said Harry.

"Had to- I'm too recognizable otherwise, and this scar isn't helping." Ron pointed to a scar that crossed down his cheek. "Now I know how you feel, Harry."

"We had heard you were dead," said Harry.

"Et tu. You gave Hermione quite a shock when we found you had escaped from the death camp."

Harry smiled and squeezed Hermione's hand under the table. Ron then lowered his voice. "I need to tell you something." He showed Harry a small ring of which the stone lifted up to reveal the Liberator symbol: two wands crossed in unity.

Harry lowered his voice, "Meet me at the bar later."

"Harry," said Hermione sharply as she saw Zambini approach their table.

Harry snapped the ring shut and handed it back to Ron. "No, I'm not interested in buying the ring, but thank you for showing it to me." Ron nodded and walked back to the bar.

"Hello, Potter," said Blaise when he reached them.

"Hello, Zambini," said Harry cheerfully. "Have you met my friend, Hermione Granger?"

"I remember you. You were a mousy little thing back at Hogwarts. Now they tell me you are the most beautiful woman to have ever set foot in Casablanca. Obviously, that was a gross understatement."

Hermione smiled. "You're very kind," she said.

"Would you have a drink with me?" asked Blaise.

"Please," said Harry, indicating a seat.

"Thank you." Blaise sat down then called a waiter. "Waiter, please bring a bottle of your best chardonnay."

"That really isn't necessary," said Harry.

"Oh no- don't worry about the cost. See, it's a little game we play. I order what I want and drink it. They bring the bill; I rip up the bill. It's all very fair."

"Monsieur," said Hermione, "Who's the girl playing the piano? I feel like I know her from somewhere."

"Ginvera?" said Blaise. "Oh she came with Draco from Paris. Of course, he calls her Ginny, and for some reason he's the only one that she'll let call her that."

"Draco?" said Hermione. "Who's he?"

"He can't be the one from school, could he?" said Harry.

"The very same," said Blaise. "Though, his attitude has changed somewhat. He's cut off all connections to his father and stays indifferent."

"Yes," said Harry. "I had heard that from a few acquaintances. I really don't consider us enemies anymore. After all, he isn't supporting the Death Eaters. I guess I'm rather indifferent towards him."

"Well," said Blaise. "I have some business to attend to with the Death Eaters. Goodnight."

He gave a small bow and walked away as the lights dimmed and the band picked up a new tune.

Harry leaned over towards Hermione. "I need to find out what Ron knows," he said quietly.

"Be careful," said Hermione.

"I will," he said. He kissed her cheek, and then walked to the bar. Hermione looked out across the café at different people, and then focused her attention on Ginny. Ginny seemed intent on keeping her attention off of Hermione. The pounding on the keyboard soon ceased and applause broke out among the crowd.

"Waiter," said Hermione to one that was nearby. "Would you ask the pianist to come here?"

"Oui," said the waiter, whisking off in that direction.

In a few moments, Hermione head the sound of wheels and saw Ginny with the piano.

"Hello, Ginny," said Hermione, smiling.

"Hello, Hermione," said Ginny, settling herself on the piano bench. "I go by Ginvera now."

"Oh, that's right. Zambini told me." Hermione took a sip of her chardonnay. "Play some of the old songs, Ginvera."

"Alright." Ginny launched into an instrumental of "I Get a Kick Out of You."

Hermione's face remained serious, and after listening to a little of that song said, "Where's Draco?"

"Oh," said Ginny, staring at the keys. "He's not here. He left."

Hermione smiled cunningly. "Does he always leave so early?"

"No. I mean, yes. See, he's got a girl up at the Silver Coin. He's over there all the time."

Hermione ran her finger around the rim of her glass. "You used to be a much better liar, Gin."

Ginny stopped playing and turned to face Hermione. "Leave him alone, Hermione. He doesn't need his heart broken again."

Hermione looked down, and then said, "Play it."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Yes, you do. Play it, Gin. Play 'As Time Goes By.'"

"I don't think I remember."

"I'll hum it for you," Hermione then began to hum it for Ginny. Ginny sighed and began to play it on the piano. "Sing it, Ginvera." Ginny nodded.

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

Hermione looked down at her empty glass and refilled it. A smile was no longer on her face as thousands of memories flooded her brain: laughter, tears, and then abrupt endings.

And when two lovers woo,
They still say 'I love you,'
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

Draco walked out of his office and glanced across the room. Suddenly, he heard the song Ginny was playing. Anger filled him as he stalked across the room towards the piano.

It's still the same old story,
A fight for love and glory,
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

"Ginny, I thought I told you never to play that song again," Draco said angrily.Ginny looked at him timidly, then cocked her head in the direction of the woman at the table.

He looked up and saw Hermione looking at him, a tiny smile playing on her lips. He stared back at her, a wave of emotions drowning him.

R&R please!

Dragonfires