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Missing…

Days passed with no word of his whereabouts. I didn't eat, and I hardly slept. Harry, Ginny, Ron, Lavender and Blaise spent nights at my house trying to convince me to eat something. I walked around like a zombie. Harry and the other Aurors worked furiously to find Draco, but they had no luck. No one had seen him since the day before he left. We had managed to keep his disappearance out of the papers, until that day. It was over a week since he had left. Harry brought the paper in off of the porch and dropped it in surprise. The headline read;

Head of Magical Games and Sports missing!

Mr. Draco Malfoy, who took over as the head of magical games and sports last year, was reported missing by his wife of a year and a half Hermione Malfoy. Details are sketchy, but insiders tell us that he was sent an owl telling him to report to work for a special assignment about 2 weeks ago. The letter however was phony and he has not been heard from since. Ministry officials are being very hushed about this incident, saying they don't have any new information about this strange occurrence. Insiders also say that the Auror office is working overtime to find Mr. Malfoy, using every available resource known to them. We tried to reach Mrs. Malfoy for comment but were unable to reach her. Several men have been seen leaving her home since the disappearance including Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Blaise Zabini. In my opinion as a reporter, this is very suspicious and should be checked on immediately. We will keep you updated as we find out more.

Rita Skeeter, reporting.

"Why that bitch!" I said with fury. "How dare she, after I kept her secret and let her keep reporting, even after the Tri-wizard tournament fiasco. I am reporting her at once for being an unregistered animagus." I shouted as I tore the paper into little bits.

"Calm down Hermione, she is just looking to get your goat. Ignore her." Blaise said soothingly.

"People will think I had something to do with it!" I cried.

"No they won't, anyone who knows you knows you love Draco with all of your heart. The idea of us together…" Harry laughed "is just silly."

"Where could he be?" I cried into Harry's shoulder. "I just want him to come home."

Far away in a dark room, Draco struggled against invisible ropes. He had been blindfolded and left in a dark, damp area. He smelled mold and rot. He was also gagged with a piece of fabric. Once a day, someone came down to remove the gag, and feed him bread and give him some water. Then the gag would be replaced and the person would leave without speaking a single word. In between bites he would try and reason with this person, beg for his release. He offered them all the gold in his vault and his house just to let him go. He begged to be able to owl Hermione and let her know he was alright so she wouldn't worry too much. All of his requests were denied. He sat there, alone and freezing, thinking of nothing but getting home to his wife. Having her hold him and stroke his hair. Her kisses would heal his soul and the world would be right again. He had nothing to occupy him but his own mind. He thought of the day he left her, sitting in bed pouting about his upcoming trip. She looked so sad that he was leaving he almost didn't go. But he loved his job and had never been to the states, so he left. He walked out the front door and was prepared to apparate to New York, when all of a sudden someone walked up behind him and before he could turn around, blackness enveloped him like a blanket. He had woken up here, many hours later. Head throbbing from the assault. He had tried to scream but his mouth, he realized had been stuffed with some filthy rag. His eyes were covered, and invisible ropes held his hands and feet together. He had no idea who would want to do this to him, or why. He had tried to live a good life in recent years, he made peace with old foes and now they were getting along swimmingly. He had the love of his life, and everything he always wanted, only to have it taken away in one swift motion. He leaned his head back on the cold stone wall, wondering when the person would be coming to feed him. His stomach grumbled loudly when he heard the door open and footsteps descending the stairs. He felt he figure move closer to him and kneel down on the floor. His gag was removed and he tried to bargain once again.

"Please, just let me go. I will give you everything I have. Just let me go home to my wife. Or let me owl her and let her know that I am still alive. Please…" his voice trailed off as bread was shoved into his mouth. He chewed quickly and spoke again.

"Anything you want, just please tell me why you have brought me here, what is it you want? What have I done to you?" panic filled his voice again. And then to his surprise, soft lips grazed his own. He had no control over the situation, and he didn't know what to think. Was this a man or a woman? On one hand he hoped it was a woman, he didn't swing that way. On the other hand, he didn't want to admit that a woman could overpower him and drag him down here. Maybe it was two people.

"What was that? Who are you?" the person reached down and pulled off his blindfold. He opened his eyes which had not seen light for many a day and he blinked to get used to the light, which was dim, but still too bright for him to see. He slowly looked at this person, and all he saw was a black robe with the hood pulled up. More bread was forced into his mouth, followed by a big gulp of water. His eyes would simply not adjust to the brightness and he struggled to see them. Blurry outlines began to form, but their face was still well hidden. He tried to get up, but the figure pushed him back down on the ground.

"Sit down Draco." the person said. The voice sounded vaguely female, but it was muffled.

"Please, I just want to go, I won't report you. My wife will be worried sick." he said with some hope of seeing her again.

"Your wife?" the voice said with a high shrill laugh. "She has plenty of company" The figure threw a copy of The Daily Prophet onto the floor in front of him. He scanned the headline and read the copy. His eyes widened when he got to the part about Hermione having men staying at their house. Harry, Ron and Blaise? They were probably there to comfort her, but it enraged him none the less. He wanted to get home more than ever. He spit on the paper.

"That Rita Skeeter is a lying bitch. I wouldn't believe a single thing she wrote." he yelled.

"Whatever" the hooded figure said back. "I wouldn't count on seeing your lovely wife for quite a while. She deserves better than the son of a stinking Death Eater." Those words rung clear in Draco's ears. 'What was this about?' his family and his father's Death Eater friends were behind him. He had nothing to do with it.

"I am not my father." he said resoundingly. "I am not a Death Eater, as a matter of fact, no one is a Death Eater anymore, Voldemort is dead!"

The figure laughed,

"I know that. But revenge doesn't." and with that the figure gagged him again, and walked up the stairs, leaving his eyes uncovered.