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A/N: Sequel to "Imagine"!!! Have you been waiting for it? If you haven't, read "Imagine" first. I promise, it'll be worth it, not that I'm bragging. =) If you have, then start reading!!! =)

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Nowhere To Run

Seventeen year old Hermione held hands with Draco as they walked through the streets of Hogsmeade.

It was almost a week after their little excursion on islands, which made changes, whether good or bad, to the many lives of Hogwarts seventh year students, though not all. For only a certain amount of people were assigned to this special 'assignment'.

Hermione and Draco would never have looked into each other's eyes and see the love hidden in it, if not for this trip. They would have passed by each other every day during school, and say nothing to each other, except pass sarcastic and snide remarks about each other.

Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, two of Hermione's best friends, were still rather suspicious of this new relationship that carried out between Hermione and Draco. Not that she could blame either of them; Draco and the three of them weren't on the best of terms since their first grade at that the same school: Hogwarts.

Harry had stared at Hermione like a fish out of water when Hermione had made the news about her and Draco being together.

Not to mention that Hermione was especially nervous when it came to telling Harry. The last day when the rest of them were together, Harry suddenly, out of the blue, told Hermione that he liked her very much. Hermione, in a fluster, had simply run away. And neither she nor he ever got a chance to explain whatever misunderstanding they had between each other.

Yet now, when Hermione had explained that the both of them could never be anything more than good friends, Harry had simply nodded, to Hermione's total surprise, and said that he was just joking. Hermione was so relieved that she didn't see the pained expression on Harry's face.

Instead, she had just gone straight into explaining that her and Draco being an item. Harry was truly concerned about the both of them, especially in the case of Draco Malfoy, but in the end, he had to pretend to be happy for the both of them, since Hermione seemed so happy for herself, for the way things had worked out between Draco and her. (A/N: Sad, huh? I'm starting to feel sorry for the poor guy. Maybe I'll do a Harry/Hermione fic to rid myself of the guilt? =) What do you think?)

It was easier in Ron's case.

Hermione had told Ron and was shocked that for a few minutes or so, Ron, who was so distracted at that time, had simply said, "Oh," and let go of the subject.

Just as Hermione was wondering whatever was happening to Ron, Ron suddenly straightened his whole body and shouted, "WHAT?!"

While on the other hand, Draco just had to deal with Pansy, who started whining and crying, wailing and bawling, saying that she couldn't lose Draco, how important he was to her, and yada yada yada.

That was considered to be the least trouble of their minds.

Walking through the streets of Hogsmeade during the weekend, with a lesser amount of people staring at the two of them, Draco had to be on his toes and look around whenever Hermione and him came to a particularly dark or deserted alley or road.

Hermione had to watch out for suspicious characters, too. Her emotions sort of took on a roller-coaster ride, as they went from nervous, to excited about the new 'spying' thing, then nervous all over again. Towards the end of the day, she was a nervous wreck, and couldn't stop snapping at Draco from time to time.

Of course, Draco understood perfectly. He himself was getting snappy. He knew he had to get a grip on himself, and to try to put Hermione's nerves back into place. Just as long as he dealt with his first.

As they were walking back to the school premises, Harry came running towards them, panting as he reached them.

"Hermione! You've got to come! Ron's gone mad!"

Hermione raised her left eyebrow. "What do you mean by him going mad?"

"He's gone berserks! 'Mione, come on! Draco, make her come, please!"

Draco frowned suspiciously, but decided to come along anyway.

Harry led them to this dark alley that would have led to Knock-turn alley. Just as Draco was about to inquire where the hell were they now, he felt a hard slam against his skull.

Uttering a soft moan of pain, he fell down to the stone-hard ground and lost all consciousness from then.

"Good job, Crabbe. Now go," came a low growl from behind Hermione.

Hermione gasped in shock and turned to Harry for answers.

Harry? There was no Harry. Right now, only one person stood in front of her. She quickly turned into the other direction and tried to run when she heard someone mutter a spell, "Accio Hermione".

"No," she screamed as she fought back nothing but air. She knew that there was nowhere to run anymore, but she continued fighting and resisting.

Lucius Malfoy smirked as he cast a sleeping spell on the girl, whose resistance was fading. Then he touched a port-key near the both of them and everything surrounding them started fading away in a black and gray swirl.

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*to be continued…*

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