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A/N Well here is where the drama kicks in people! I hope you like this chapter, and the next two are going to be rough for the happy couple but never fear. It will all work out. Happy Reading and don't forget to review.

Kidnapped

Steven and Pansy laid together in the bed he used to share with his wife. She was asleep on his chest. Normally he would not allow that, however Pansy was intricate to his plan. He had talked it over with her last night after their little romp. He was going to put her up in a nice hotel somewhere, close by, maybe in London. She was going to let him use her house, tiny, out of the way, unplottable. No one would look for him there. He would move his cage to her house, and set it up in her cellar. Then she would lead him to the Malfoy's house, she would use her key to get in and lead him to her. He would grab her up and take her to Pansy's. He would break her spirit; get her to drop the divorce. Oh, yes, there would be hell to pay. But, on the upside he thought he would keep Pansy on the side. She was a hell of shag, so kinky. But not wife material, not like his Hermione. He smiled as he thought of his brilliant plan, and then Pansy woke up ready for another go. Just then an owl tapped on his window. He stood up to retrieve the message. It was from the ministry. His face reddened. It was his divorce papers. He half-crumpled them before looking at Pansy.

"Its time now." he said to her naked body. "We need to move fast." and with that she gave him the evilest of grins.

Hermione had never been happier in her whole life. Even when she first met Steven. She didn't know what she was feeling for Draco, but just being with her now made her so explicitly happy she found herself just dreaming of his silver blue eyes. His blonde hair flitted through her thoughts, and for the first time in years she glowed with an inner light. She could hardly believe she was here, when it seemed such a short time ago she lived her life in utter terror. Now, this moment, she was lying on the sofa, in front of a roaring fire with Draco's head in her lap. She was stroking his hair softly, as he read to her from a large book. She was so surprised to learn that they shared so many of the same interests. His voice was so melodic and smooth that she hung on every word he said. The book was 'The count of Monte Cristo.' A beautiful romantic action adventure that she herself had read no less than 6 times while she was at Hogwarts. Harry had said Steven would receive his divorce papers today, and then the hearing in a week. After the divorce, she guessed she would have to leave. She frowned at the thought. She wanted to talk to Draco after the divorce was final and see where this was all going. She hoped they could continue to see each other after this was over. But she didn't want to jinx it. She drifted off to sleep in front of the fire, to the sound of Draco's voice.

He was jolted awake hours later by the sound of a screaming Dribby.

"Miss, Master Draco wake up, someone is in the house, someone is coming, two someones, please wake up."

Draco stood up, startled at the elf's screaming. He looked around at the room and saw no one.

"What is going on?" he yelled. The small elf screamed bloody murder.

"Stupefy" was the last thing Draco heard before hitting the floor.

Hermione never felt or heard a thing. The next thing she knew she was being pulled in all directions, held tightly by a firm strong pair of hands. She couldn't move or speak. It was dark and she couldn't see. When the pressure about her body stopped she was in a cold, dark place. She looked around, but her head wouldn't turn. She felt her body hit a hard cement floor, and the creaking of metal doors. Then she passed out.

Hours later she awoke and was able to move. She looked around, nothing. Blackness. Her mind was racing and she was terrified. There was no doubt in her mind where she was and who had done this to her. Steven had finally found her. She shivered in the cold; she had only been wearing a t-shirt and boxers when the house was ambushed.

'Oh my gods? Was Draco dead?' she thought. She began to cry, this was all her fault. If he was dead, she was to blame. Her full heavy tears fell to the cement floor. If only she had kept to herself, if he had never come to her rescue, all would be well with him. He would be safe. And now after all he had risked saving her, she was going to die by her own husband's hands. It had all been for nothing. She made a promise to herself in that cold pit. She would not cry. He could beat her, kick her, rape her and yet she would remain emotionless, tearless. She would not give him the satisfaction. She would not let Draco's death be for naught. She wiped tears from her cheeks and sat there waiting for her husband to show his cowardly face.

Upstairs however, Steven only had one thing on his mind, the raven haired beauty who was on her knees in front of him. Pansy was licking and sucking on him like he had never experienced. The day went off without a hitch. His wife was safely locked in the cellar, and he was getting the best blow-job of his life. He smiled down at her as he thought of the first things he would do to his wife.

Draco woke up slowly and looked around the room. It was a mess, things were thrown everywhere, chairs tipped over and Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He saw his house-elf lying on the floor. She was still breathing and starting to stir.

"Dribby, what happened, where is Hermione?" he said breathlessly.

"Master Draco, they dragged her off they did." she wept.

"Who did?" he asked panicking.

"Two people, wearing hoods. One tall and one short. I tried to warn you, but it was too late. I is so sorry Master." she was openly sobbing now.

"It's okay, you did all you could." he said, he stood up and grabbed some parchment, he needed to get a hold of Harry ASAP. He wrote as quickly as he could.

Harry,

Someone came into the manor and kidnapped Hermione. They stunned me and my house-elf. She said it was a tall and a short person wearing hoods. I need help. Please come over ASAP.

Draco

He folded it quickly and sent it off with his owl. He hopped Harry was at home at this late hour.

Meanwhile Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were having a quiet dinner at Harry's flat. Somehow, it seemed to Ginny anyway that they were always interrupted by Harry's work. But tonight they had gotten through all the courses without a single owl. Ginny was now preparing dessert. Harry's favorite. Chocolate cake with whipped frosting. Suddenly, a familiar tapping at the window broke her concentration.

"Never a meal uninterrupted is there?" she asked annoyed.

Harry reached out to grab the note. He read it quickly and the smile from his face fell to the floor.

"It's Hermione!" he shouted. "Someone kidnapped her, took her from her hiding place. It was her husband, I know it. I'm sorry Ginny, I have to go." he stood up and kissed her on the cheek before disappearing with a pop, leaving her holding two plates of cake.

Seconds later Harry appeared at Malfoy manor, Draco was pacing the floor of the bedroom.

"Bout time Potter, what are we going to do?" he demanded.

"First tell me what happened, I thought your house had charms to keep it safe." Harry snapped back.

"It does. All I know is that we were sleeping on the couch and my house-elf came in screaming about intruders. I stood up and bam, I was stupefied." he made a motion with his hands like he was hitting the floor. Harry nodded.

"Okay. Let's think first how the intruders, and by that I mean Steven and his accomplice, got past your charms."

Draco scratched his head, thinking of ways to get past the security. He couldn't think of a single way.

"I have no idea Harry. Only a few people know the way. Me, my mum, the house-elf, you, Pansy, Blaise and my mum's Healer."

"Ok, let's rule out you and me. I assume your house-elf was already here and so was your mum."

"Actually she is out of town for the week, Spain."

"Ok so we can rule her out too. That just leaves Pansy, Blaise and your mum's Healer."

"Rule out Blaise and the Healer." Draco said "Blaise is in the states and my mum's Healer is at least a hundred years old. Besides he would have no reason."

"What about Pansy?" Harry asked. "She was pretty pissed when she reported Hermione being here to the ministry.

"She may be pissed off but she is no psycho. Besides she doesn't even know Steven. Maybe he is a dark wizard, figured out the charms, I don't know." he replied.

"Well, let's go. We need to gather the other Aurors, alert the Daily Prophet and search Hermione's house."

Draco nodded and they apperated to the ministry. They ran to the Auror headquarters and pushed open the heavy door. The other Aurors looked up in surprise. Harry stood up on a chair and called for their attention.

"Listen, I know it's late but I need every available Auror on this. Hermione Shanly was kidnapped from her hiding spot this evening. Draco Malfoy and his house-elf were stunned by the two intruders. One was tall and we were assuming it is Steven Shanly. The other intruder was much shorter, both wore hoods. Mr. Malfoy's house had protection charms on it that only a few knew about. We have ruled everyone out except his ex-girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, who was in the ministry the other day. She knew Hermione was hiding in Draco's house. Draco does not think she is a part of this, but we can take no chances. We are raiding Mr. Shanly's house right now. Every inch is to be searched thoroughly. Anything out of the ordinary is to be bagged, tagged and brought back here for further spell and enchantment analysis. Is this clear?" Everyone nodded.

"I want to come too." Draco said firmly.

"I don't know…" Harry started.

"It wasn't a request." he said coolly. Harry nodded telling Draco he understood.

"Let's go then mate. You know the address to apparate?"

He shook his head no.

"Let's take the floo then." he stepped towards the massive fireplace and said; "Hermione Shanly's house." and threw in the powder. The fire turned emerald green and when he walked in the flames swirled and he was gone. Draco followed suit and soon his body was being engulfed in the flames and he stepped out into the dark house.

"Lumos" Harry whispered, and the tip of his wand lit up brightly. They looked around, they could hear the other Aurors ransacking through the house. They walked into the kitchen, and a putrid smell hit their noses. The smell of rotting food, garbage and filth. Draco wrinkled his nose at it. They stepped through piles of garbage and broken dishes, careful to scan the room for anything out of the ordinary. Other than the state of the kitchen, nothing else seemed unusual. One of the other Aurors, a short blonde witch came running to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, nothing in the lower rooms."

"Keep looking, Mr. Malfoy and I are going to search the basement. Are the bedrooms being searched?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay, if you find anything, let me know." she nodded and ran off. Harry opened the basement door and the duo walked down the rickety stairs. It was dark and smelled strongly of mildew. Harry held his wand high. Nothing. Literally there was nothing in the basement. Not one shred of paper, not a box, nothing. The walls were blank, the windows were boarded up. There was no light, no candle. It was a very ominous feeling.

"Something is not right here." Harry said quietly.

"You said it." Draco was walking the perimeter of the space. Not even a speck of dust was on the cold concrete floor. "You know he used to keep her down here, she told me, as one of her punishments." Harry looked dumbstruck.

"Are you serious?" he had goosebumps on his skin. He didn't like the feeling the room was giving off.

"She was down her for up to two days at a time sometimes. Fucking cowardly bastard." Draco felt very angry at being in this cellar. He felt her hurting and crying, he felt her pleading. His heart was sickened by it. He walked up the stairs quickly, leaving Harry to trail behind. Up in the kitchen he vomited on the already dirty floor. Harry walked up behind him.

"You okay?"

Draco nodded, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Made me sick thinking of what he did to her and what he is probably doing to her now." he straightened up more determined than ever to find her. His heart was aching; he missed her so much already. He never would have thought that he would miss anyone this much. They walked out of the dirty kitchen and up the stairs where the bedrooms were. There were no less than 10 wizards pulling every drawer and closet door out. It seemed that they were not going to find anything in this house. Steven was very good at covering his tracks. Draco was walking around the side of the bed when he noticed something that the Aurors may have overlooked. He picked up the black lacy bra and yelled for Harry.

"Oi, Potter." he held up the bra for him to see.

"Uh, I don't need to see Hermione's under things." he looked away and back to the closet.

"No, it's not hers." Draco said smugly, glad he had found something.

"What?"

"She is a 34c; this is a 38D, way too big."

"I don't even want to know how you know that, but give it here." Draco handed the bra to Harry who bagged it up. An hour later they were back at the ministry, looking through the three pieces of evidence they had found. A cigarette butt, the bra and some ashes that were in a small wastebasket near the bed. Harry knew that neither Hermione nor Steven smoked; they knew the bra wasn't hers and as for the ashes, they were a complete mystery. Harry stared at the items as if they were going to grow a mouth and spill their secrets. Draco sat across from him wracking his brain. That bra, her husband had obviously found someone to satisfy him whilst his wife hid herself away. But if he was so careful in hiding all of his recent movements from the ministry, why leave it? Was it a set up, leading them on a wild goose chase? The same thoughts were currently running around in Harry's brain.

"I know you said Pansy is not involved Draco, but I think we should search her place just in case. Maybe he sought her out; after all he thought you were with her at that muggle club."

"Sought her out? You mean he could be hurting her too?" Draco's anger heightened at this thought. He did not love Pansy, but he didn't want her to be harmed by this cruel bastard either. Harry shrugged.

"He could have her Imperiused, I don't know. We need to get to her house." Harry said impatiently.

"We cant, her house is unplottable, and even I don't know where it is. Her family is obsessed with privacy."

"We are screwed." Harry said shaking his head. "I am going to alert the news, both wizard and muggle, they can put out an alert for both Pansy and Steven. Until then, I don't know what else to do. If she has security measures, and no one knows where her house is, there is little we can do but wait." Harry had tears in his red rimmed eyes.

"Wait, I know someone who knows where Pansy lives." Draco stood up and shouted. Harry's eyes lifted.

"Who?"

"My owl." he said. "I used to use him to deliver messages to her all the time. Maybe we could write a message to her, and follow my owl."

"That might work, if she is at home. Won't he seek her out if she is elsewhere?" Harry asked.

"I will tell him to deliver it to her house only, and leave it on the porch if she is not there." he grabbed some parchment and began to write.