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A/N: Lilly is busy but she did edit the first part and I did the rest... don't hate me and my horrid editing!

12. This Is Where It Happens

"You." He pointed accusingly with one hand, holding a glass of whiskey with the other.

"Me what?" The other man shrugged and made his way to the small bar in the first man's home, pouring himself a drink.

"You are the stupidest man in all of Britain."

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" He took his glass and drank out of it, unaffected by the statement.

"Involved!" he yelled. "Involved! With one of the smartest witches of our time and her rich husband... ARE YOU MENTAL!" he shouted.

"You have no confidence in me."

"You're bloody right!" the man cried.

The other male sipped his drink. "Let her get away from him," he said coolly. "And I'll get her."

"She's working late today, isn't she?" the first man asked, nearly calm again.

"Yes... yes, she is." his friend responded almost wickedly.

- - -

It was three o'clock in the morning and Hermione had been at work all day. She was pretty much her own doctor now but Josephine still helped her out and taught her whatever else she needed to know.

Hermione made her way to the apparating area along a deserted hallway when her vision suddenly started to become blurry. Stopping her walk and clutching her head as a major headache approached. Becoming dizzy Hermione tried to grab onto the wall, only ending collapsing on the ground.

"Hey Draco." Blaise said as he threw some letters on Draco's desk the next morning.

Draco had his head to the side staring at the wall. Noticing the 'out of it' expression on Draco's face Blaise knew something was up. "What's wrong?"

"Huh? Did you say something?" Draco asked as he turned to him.

"Yeah, I said is something wrong?"

Draco sighed. "Hermione didn't come home last night."

Blaise raised his eyebrow "What do you mean?"

"She had a late shift yesterday at Mungo's. She said she'd apparate straight home and I waited for her all night and... nothing."

"That's not like Hermione."

"Think I don't know that?" Draco snapped.

"Did you check the hospital?"

"I asked the counter girl, Hermione never checked out and nobody's seen her."

Blaise gave a low whistle "What are you gonna do?"

"He's got her," Draco said with a gleam in his eyes. "I know he does."

"He? Who?"

"The fuck who's been sending us the letters, that's who!"

"I'll get Crabbe and Goyle, see if they have anything."

"You better, and they better!" Draco yelled as Blaise dashed out of the room.

About fifteen minutes later Crabbe and Goyle had made their way into Draco's office.

"You two better have some news for me!" Draco said almost mockingly.

"We do." Goyle replied as he got a nod from Crabbe.

"And it is?"

"Informative." Crabbe answered.

"Oh well then pray tell!" Draco responded, he was not in the mood for games.

"We think it'll be good use to you seeing your current situation."

"Saying that it'll be of good use to me doesn't help, knowing what it is DOES! Now tell me!" Okay, Draco was on edge now. If these two idiots didn't tell him something soon he was sure to burst.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other.

- - -

Hermione groaned. She had this throbbing headache. She tried to lift her head from the pillows and get her body to move but found the pain too much so she laid back down. Hermione opened her eyes but all she could see was in blurs. She could tell one thing though... she was not home. Or anywhere familiar for that matter. The air was musty and had that heavy humid air there usually was when you left your window open after heavy rainstorms.

Hermione so wanted to get up, to figure out where she was but it was almost impossible. How could she figure anything out when all that she could see was a mesh of colors!

A door creaked open and a blurred image went to the side of the room and opened what Hermione thought was a curtain as light flooded in, not helping Hermione's vision any.

The image, shall we say person, began to walk towards Hermione. She held in her breath as they stopped at what she assumed was "her" bed.

The person stopped in front of her bed and ran their fingers through her hair "Finally awake I see."

Hermione shut her eyes, the voice was unfamiliar.

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