Chapter 24

Just has Hermione had predicted Harry hadn't taken her disappearance well, at all. But by the time he'd interrogated Dria and Avery and sent out search parties she was well on her way to St. Johns. It hadn't helped Dria had given Hermione about and hours head start before calling Harry from her photo shoot.

Harry storming in to her fashion shoot for her campaign for Narcissa Malfoy Designs caught her off guard. He quickly spotted Dria stepping out of the make up artist chair. She looked gorgeous in a beautiful black dress; her wrists ears and neck were dripping in diamonds. Dria's cool composure melted when Harry grabbed her firmly by her upper arm his blazing green eyes boring in to her.

"Where is she!" he growled threw gritted teeth. Dria quickly regained her cool.

Taking her index finger she pushed him off of her long red nail digging in to him, he let go of her arms but he was still very close to her. She tortured him taking the time to put out a black cigarette and lighting it with a black Zippo lighter with the letters DM engraved in fancy silver letters. She procrastinated more by taking a long drag and blowing it and inch past Harry's head.

"Well….bugger if I know." She stated flatly not looking at him but staring at the set of the photo shoot.

"Hell you don't!" Harry roared. But before he could take his rage on Dria a voice came from behind him.

"Your majesty, I implore you would please stop badgering my spokes model." Came a smooth drawling voice. Harry turned around his eyes fell upon a very beautiful woman. She had long shockingly bright blond hair, she had a tiny waist, she was very slender, and tall about an inch shorter then Harry. She had smooth pale skin glowed eerily. Her eyelashes were think long and black, her steel gray eyes were mysterious and dangerous. She was wearing a black tight off the shoulder dress that reminded Harry of Mortia Adams. An intricate antique black-jeweled necklace started about half way up her neck and went past her collarbones by two inches. Her gray eyes looked right in to his emerald eyes they seemed to dare him to continue his rage. She did not break their stare off as she brought a long silver cigarette holder to her mouth; she was smoking like Dria a black cigarette.

"Lady Malfoy," said Harry giving her a mock bow "No I must respectfully decline Madame." Harry said coolly. Narcissa's eyes flashed dangerously a smile played the infamous Malfoy smirk played at her thin crimson lips.

"Narcissa, this disturbance," she shot a glance at Harry "I'm sorry his highness will be gone shortly, I'll handle it." There was a slight air of anxiousness in her voice. Narcissa leered at Harry once more before turning around and walking back to the photographer.

"Listen Harry, I honestly don't know where she is, but," she lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper "check the most recent departures of private jets." Harry grabbed and squeezed her hand in thanks and quickly ran out of the studio. Dria sighed putting her cigarette to her mouth and taking a big drag.

She heard the clicks of heels approaching as she stared at the floor. She looked and saw Narcissa. The clicking stopped as she stopped in front of Dria her arms crossed.

"I'm sorry Narcissa-" she started but Narcissa quieted her.

"That doesn't' matter," she gave Dria a quick once over "I tire of this, go change and we'll go meet Lucius and Draco for dinner." Dria flashed her a smile and started quickly for the dressing area. She was down to her black La perla underwear and bra when Narcissa entered. Dria yelped and blushed slightly.

"Don't be silly girl," she paused picking something out of the rack of endless clothes "I thought this would suit you." She handed the hanger to Dria, and their eyes met briefly. Ice blue and steel gray, Dria marveled at how Draco had his mother's eyes.

Narcissa swept from the room leaving Dria, she looked down at what Narcissa had handed her. It was a very pretty black dress; the top was a Marilyn Monroe-esque halter, but instead of a flowy bottom, was a very tight pencil skirt that fell about ¾ down her thigh. Leaving her blond hair down but tying a black satin ribbon as a head band leaving her bangs swept across her forehead. She found some simple black stilettos swiped on some red tint lip-gloss she went to find Narcissa.

Half way across the world Hermione was collapsing on a fluffy white bed. She was staying in the nicest suite the private resort offered. It was part hut part house. Her bedroom was missing 2 outer walls that went out to a balcony with sheets of glass as railings. Hermione had discovered that in the case of bad weather she could just push a button and Glass would come down from the ceiling to protect the interior. The living room below was the same way. Off the living room was a patio and small set of stairs down to the beach.

Hermione was watching the sunrise from the stairs off her patio. She had a barely touched glass of red wine beside her. Behind her on the patio was a table full of food Phineas had ordered for her before he left. It was untouched. She couldn't help but feel incomplete. She was also guilt ridden for leaving Harry; she knew he was bound to be going insane. She sat there the whole day and only went inside when it was pitch black leaving her untouched glass of wine.

Ron was over at the Weasley estate having dinner with his family when he let slip to Ginny's delight that Hermione had fled. Her pretty face was contorted in to a wildly happy smile that didn't enhance her features.

"God Gin, don't look to distraught." Said Fred

George laughed but when he saw his mother glaring at him he held his tongue. At the end of the dinner the rest of the family retreated to the living room but Ginny snuck upstairs to her bedroom locking the door behind her. She felt that to celebrate this great event a night on the town was in order.

She had just finish applying shadowy eye make up to her eyes when her mobile rang. There was a sharp intake of breath when a name flashed across the screen that hadn't in over 2 years.