Chapter 26

AN: Sorry for the wait this is gonna be a fire crackin' chappie! Better buckle your seat belts! And Please review the more I get the more compelled I am to update faster!

Crown Prince Harry sat in a heavy burgundy leather chair by a roaring fire in one of the palaces many rooms. He was hunched over his elbows on his knees he breath came slowly as he stared intently at the floor. There was and air of exhaustion emanating from him. This was easy to understand, as his most trusted advisor Remus Lupin and his closest friend Major Ronald Weasely brought more ill news of more murders and disappearances.

He couldn't deny it anymore he knew in his gut Riddle was back. Lupin and Ron knew this too. Harry knew what he had to do.

"Call off all searches for Hermione all of our concentration must be focused on this."

His official coronation was looming over the horizon; he was determined to remain strong for the sake of his country and his people.

Hermione sat in a dinky little café in St. Johns in white flip flops and a white sun dress. It was her first time venturing out since she'd arrived. She'd picked a beautiful day a light breeze the sun shining but it all wasted on her. A kind old man approached her little table with an ice tea and croissant. He smiled at her placing her orders on the tabletop.

"What's an angel doing so far from heaven?" giving her a warm smile.

"I'm no angel."

The man said nothing smiled again and walked away whistling. Her mind was constantly in motion thinking about Dria, Avery and most of all Harry. It plagued her to put him through this. She paid for her food then walked aimlessly around the island. She wasn't sure how long she'd been walking but she'd ended up on one of the famed white sand beaches the crystal clear water glittering in the golden sun.

After hours of walking along he waves she came to her house. As she walked up the steps it hit her. If I am so empty without Harry who else could I spend my life with? That was all she needed, in 20 minutes her bas were packed, in 10 minutes she was checked out, in 30 minutes she was at the airport and in 10 hours she would be home in London.

Draco Malfoy was in a pickle to say the least. He stood in a tank windowless stone room; Nothing but a light hanging from the ceiling, a small camera in the corner of the room and simple table and a chair. In the lone chair was an older man who sat gazing straight forward his mouth a resolute line. Draco sighed he'd been in the room for and hour and fifty-five minutes. He'd been instructed after two hours to 'dispose' of the man. He definitely never wanted to kill anyone. He must have missed that day in villain school. The minutes ticked slowly by for more minutes, three more minutes, two more minutes, one minute, times up.

Two hours came and went Draco was frozen. The door behind him burst open, Ginny Weasley fluidly taking his gleaming silver gun from its holster. She cocked her head and gave the sweetest smile pointing the gun at the man "Time's up." Without hesitation she shot him four times in the head. Casually handing his gun back to him "Never send a man to do a woman's job."

Ginny left strutting back in to the room leaving Draco stunned, he followed dumbfounded . There were about a half dozen men in the room including Tom Riddle, her lover. He gave her an evil grin standing up from the TV monitoring system he'd been watching. Riddle raised his right had dismissing his goons along with Draco.

"I have taught you well."

"Can't teach talent." She winked at him then walked out of the room, Riddle following closely. The guards outside Riddles quarters would get an earful that night.

Alexandria Halliwell was about go on stage at the BAFTA's to present the award for best screenplay when her mobile rang. "What is it I'm busy and important?"

There was a short pause on the other end of the line "I'm home."

"Hermione! Bloody Hell woman I'll be home as soon as possible." She closed the phone tossed it to her publicist and hearing her cue walked gracefully on to the stage.

There were no after parties for Dria that night she threw herself in to a limo pulling in her elegant vintage chanel gown before closing the door. "My flat…and Johnson hast is the operative word. With that the limo sped out of the parking lot. The tires screeched when they stopped in front of her building. Shouting a thanks she ran in to the building holding up the front of her gown. Bursting through the door like a mad women Hermione couldn't help but giggle a little. Her elegant hair was coming out, her very expensive gown bunched up in her hands and he breathing heavy like she's run a marathon.

"You!"

"Me." Dria tackled her to the ground in a huge hug. They laughed rolling around on the floor. Their laughter died eventually composing themselves they sat on the couch. Dria looked very endearing she held her knees to her chest her chin resting on her knee, she was swimming in what looked like a very expensive dress with a thousand layers. She looked like a little like a small girl who'd played dress up in her mum's closet.

"How's Draco?"

"Best shag I've ever had." She said pulling out a black cigarette and lighting up. Hermione promptly snatched the cigarette from between her glossed lips and put it out in an old coke can.

"Not the answer I was looking for but ok."

"So how long do ya reckon till Harry comes in chariots blazin?" Said Dria playfully.

"Oh the news of my return broke about 40 minutes ago, traffics bloody dreadful, I say we hear a helicopter in about 2 minutes." Hermione said nonchalantly getting up and mixing herself dome hot chocolate.

Two minutes later she was taking that fist cautious sip from her warm mug when the door was smashed down. Dria in all her glamour stood a cigarette in her hand true indignation on her face "Hey! You're going to pay for that!" Dria barked as a half dozen or more men stormed their apartment. One of the men holds a gun to Dria's forehead, in mock fright she put her hands up. "Hermione your Calvary has arrived." The man pressed the gun to her head "Well if you say so!"

Shouts from the other various rooms and the balcony of "Clear!" rang through the flat. Then he strode in.

To be continued

A/N New update already In the works! One or two lines taken from Charlie's Angels. REVIEWS REVIEWS REVIEWS PLEASE!