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A/n: I am so sorry; I know it has been forever since I have updated this. I am trying to complete all of my fics one by one. Starting with the oldest first, so The Love of The Heads has taken priority. It only has 3 or 4 more chapters left and then I will be updating this more frequently.

Chapter 9

Hermione woke up with a stiff neck and a stiff back. She could still hear her fathers words in her head, how is it possible that her father, a man she thought she could trust with her life, after all he had given it to her, how could he be so evil?

Hermione lay for what felt like hours trying to think if there were any signs that her father was anything, but loving in the past, but she couldn't find one. That led her to believe that he had been brainwashed of some sort by Voldermort, but if that was the case, why hadn't he told Hermione or her mother about him being a wizard?

As she lay there she also thought of what Voldermort had said, Draco could feel her? Feel that she was alive? If that was true maybe she could contact him. But before she even had chance to think of how she could do that a house elf popped into the room carrying a tray.

"Master said to bring you this, said you must eat for he needs you to be strong for when the bait turns up."

The house elf put the tray on the floor, and left. Hermione who had always felt sorry for house elf's felt nothing but hate for this one, even though it probably didn't know any better, it was helping Voldermort, and anything or anyone who would do that must be evil. That included, her father. Hermione started to eat the food, he wouldn't poison her. He needed her, so there was no point in not eating. She was hungry.

Draco stood in his room, throwing things into the air and freezing them, and then blowing them up.

He had been trying for the past hour to get this right, his aim had improved immensely but he found that the more he thought of Hermione the better his power got. The more determined he was to find her, the better his aim got.

He loved Hermione will all of his heart, that wasn't a secret, his powers however where.

He had tried picking up on Hermione's thoughts but he couldn't. She didn't have anything that belonged to him, did he? He kept trying to think, but nothing came to him.

As he grew more agitated he started to blow up objects that he hadn't meant to or freeze things that he hadn't planned on freezing. He eventually walked down to get some food from the great hall.

He saw Ron and Harry sitting together with there heads together talking, he walked over to them, not caring about the whispers surrounding him. Ron and Harry looked up at Draco, not shouting at him as the rest of the Gryffindor table where expecting, they shuffled over so that Draco could join them.

"Have you though of anything yet?" Draco asked.

"No, we keep trying to think of where they would have taken her, but we keep coming up with blanks. Have you been practicing out your powers?" Harry said as he began to eat.

"Yeah I have, they will be useful. I can't believe that I haven't realised I had them before, and I can't believe that my mother of all people didn't tell me. I wish I would have known earlier, I would have been able to help Hermione. But listen, I think I might have an idea where they have taken Hermione."

Ron and Harry immediately looked around and noticed that everyone was looking at them, trying to listen to what they were saying. "Draco, everyone can hear us."

Draco nodded in understanding, so he decided to talk to them like he did with Dumbledore. "Ok I will do it this way. Carry on eating so that people will think that we are just thinking or whatever."

Harry and Ron just nodded and carried on eating "I think they have taken her to my dad's old house. Before he inherited the Malfoy Manor he and my mum live in a house in France. He never goes there now; it's far too small for his liking I think. My mum however loves it, so they still own it. They haven't been there in years, but I think he might take her there.

"I know that he will expect me to come, and I know he knows about my powers. So I really don't have that much of an advantage, so I'm hoping you guys will help me get her, maybe we can find a spell that will give you some of my powers, or at least find some extra ones of your own. What do you think?" Draco looked up from his food looking hopeful.

Harry looked at Ron both agreeing in one look. "Count us in." said Harry. Draco looked up at Dumbledore and saw that he had a little twinkle in his eye. Maybe more than one person alive has The Power. Or at least he knows how to read minds. He was a fool to think Dumbledore was a crazed fool. He was a great wizard, and a great man. He would help get Hermione back, Draco knew it.

No one came to see Hermione for what felt like days, she was sure it was probably only a few hours. But the fact was that she hadn't got anyone to see, anyone to talk to or anything to do, but worry about Draco.

She knew Draco could handle himself, but she also knew that he would do anything for her, and that scared her. What if he got himself killed? What if he tried to take on his father, or her father or Voldermort on his own? That was something she couldn't bring herself to think about too much.

She just hoped that whatever Draco did, he would do it using his brain. He was very smart, and if he used his brain he would be able to think logically. That was part of the reason that she fell in love with him in the first place. That and his heart, but his looks didn't hurt either.

Suddenly the door opened. It was another house elf. They had been coming regularly with food for her, and then popped out. However before this one could do that Hermione grabbed its arm.

"I don't want to hurt you, or alarm you, but will you please tell me where I am?" Hermione asked looking into the scared elf's eyes.

"Miss I would like to help you but I am sworn to secrecy. I can not tell you where we are. I can not tell you which country we are in, or whose home we are in. I am sorry."

To anyone else that would have upset them, but Hermione saw what the elf was doing. So they weren't in England anymore that would help if Draco or someone else would know she was in someone's house that was helping Voldermort. But who?

She also figured that some one was monitoring the room, if they hadn't of been, the elf would have just said out right where they were. Wouldn't she?

Hermione decided that she would have to think about, what questions she could ask the house elf that would help her get her answers, without anyone being the wiser.

Dumbledore was pacing his office; he knew what Draco, Harry and Ron were planning. They would travel use their brooms under the cover of the night, try to fly to France and get Hermione.

However Dumbledore knew they would get to Hermione, however leaving with her was another thing entirely. They all knew it was a trap. Dumbledore just had to think how he could get all kids out, alive.

He had already alerted the order, however there was one more person he had yet to contact. That would be exceptionally difficult. But if he coached Draco right and had a little help from Harry they could do it. Dumbledore wrote a letter and gave it to Fawkes.

"Get this to Draco please." Fawkes nodded and disappeared. Dumbledore sat in his chair and pulled his pensive in front of him. It would take a lot of power on Draco's part and an old ancient spell on his part, but he would help end this war and get Hermione back if it was the last thing he would do.

A/n: Hope you liked it, I'm not so happy with it myself, but it's the best I can do for now, I have to rush out.

Samantha Cameron: Thanks for the review; I am so sorry for not updating.

Future Movie Maker: I am so sorry for not updating, please forgive me. I hope you liked this chapter.

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Monica7725: Hey, I decided to update this one as I only have three or so chapters left of The Love of The Heads.