Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
AN/: Tai Shing Pek Kwar equals Monkey Kung Fu.
ROFL! Yes, I made a Kim Possible reference in this chap! It was something I remembered and I could find a use for it in this chap so I added it. And NO! Nobody kicks monkey ass! Lol.
P.S. Yes I'm sorry for leaving you all that cliffie and being all 'rotten' to you guys for increasing the already high suspense but I make it up with a quick update.
Again, excuse my horrid editing.
13. Here
"You two better stop toying with my patience so, WHAT IS IT?" Draco yelled.
"This." Goyle took out a letter from his pocket. Draco got up and snatched the paper.
"What's this supposed to be?" Draco asked.
"An address." Crabbe responded.
"We think Hermione's in there." Goyle added.
Without second thought Draco took his jacket and ran out of the room as Crabbe and Goyle looked at all the shiny stuff in the room.
"Blaise!" Draco yelled as he went up to his desk. "Write down this address," he said as he put the paper Crabbe and Goyle had given him on the table. "And send some Aurors there, let them know that Hermione has been taken and that we think she's there."
As he finished copying the address Blaise got up. "Okay, written. So, I tell some Aurors Hermione's been taken to this place," he said holding up the small paper with the address "And to get her."
"Yeah." Draco nodded as he followed Blaise into the lift.
"Okay," Blaise nodded. "But then where are you going?" Blaise questioned.
"To get Hermione of course!" Draco said as he pressed the button to the lobby.
"I thought the Ministry was doing that!"
"Yeah well they take too long." Blaise let the subject go. He could tell that Draco was in one of his 'You can't change my mind and if you say another word I'll Avada you' moods. Blaise sighed and waited for the lift to arrive to it's floor.
- - -
"Who the bloody hell are you!" Hermione snapped.
"Feisty eh? My brother warned me so."
"Brother? Who's your brother?"
"Oh nothing you need to worry about for now pet." he said patting her head.
"I'm not your 'pet' and do not touch me!" Hermione warned.
"Watcha gonna do? Fight me?" he burst out laughing. "I bet you can't even see straight!" he chuckled.
"I can too!" that was a lie.
"Oh yeah, how many fingers am I holding up?" Hermione could see a blurry outline of fingers, two... or was it three, maybe it was four?
"I don't care! Why would I care?!" Hermione snapped.
"I'll take that as a no."
"Where am I?" Hermione yelled. Her vision was slowly returning back.
"At my humble abode." Hermione blinked twice and looked around the room, vision finally restored to it's original self.
"More like dirty abode." layers of dust had settled on many parts of the room.
"Witty." he said as he crossed his arms and glared at her. Hermione just glared back.
"Yo get down here!" a voice called from downstairs.
"You, stay." he said pointing a finger at her as he closed the door, Hermione could tell that he had locked it. Once she was sure no one was at the door she quickly got up from the bed.
She was wearing the same clothes she had worn at the hospital, the hospital! Slowly it came all back to her. She was just walking and then... and then everything went dark.
"Ugh!" Hermione yelled in frustration. She couldn't find her wand! How the bloody hell was she supposed to kick arse if she didn't have her wand! She felt like hitting something and she knew exactly what it was.
Hermione wracked her brain for idea. She turned her head toward the direction of the window. She slowly made her way to the dusty burgundy curtains. She looked below and sighed.
"Shit." she was on the second floor and it was a long way down, not to mention it was one of those old style windows with nine squares that didn't open up, who's brilliant idea was that!
Hermione looked below, it was somewhat of a small town. Something caught Hermione's attention, it was a moving figure. Hermione squinted her eyes and leaned forward to the glass for a better look.
Finally Hermione obtained that it was a little boy. Hermione knocked on the glass trying to get his attention. On about the fourth time he looked up. Hermione waved, startled he began to move back. Hermione waved her hands and formed the words 'No' on her lips.
"Get help, call someone." she mouthed as she pretended to be calling somebody with an imaginary phone, "You," she pointed at the boy, who just gave her wide afraid eyes instead. "Call." she said dialing imaginary numbers.
"MUMMY!" Hermione heard the little boy yell as he ran in the other direction, knowing full well he wasn't going to be of any help.
Hermione glared at the disappearing figure. "Well screw you." she said as she put her hands on her hips.
The door opened and Hermione quickly turned around.
"Did you just scare off our neighbor?" the guy asked curiously as he raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem upset, simply curious of the answer.
"Who me? No," Hermione shook her "No, no, not me." Hermione said innocently.
"Righttt." he nodded as he slowly walked toward her.
"Hey buddy you stop right there!" Hermione began, pointing a finger at him when he was roughly two feet away from her "I know the great art of... Tai Shing Pek Kwar!" Hermione said nodding solemnly as she took a fighting stance.
"And what's that? The art of making an arse out of yourself?" Pow! Hermione kicked him right in the crotch. He doubled over onto the floor in agony.
"Loved to stay and chat but, gotta run!" Hermione said as she ran out of the room. Down to the left were stairs and Hermione made her way towards them. A few feet away from the stairs was the door. Hermione was almost there when a moving figure came out from what Hermione supposed was the living room.
"Stupify!"
- - -
Draco tapped his fingers onto the interior of the taxi.
"Can you go any faster!" Draco said to the driver.
"Speed limit." the cab driver replied simply.
"Ugh!" Draco put his hands on his head in frustration.
This was the only thing Draco could think of. The address had been in a muggle town and what better way to get to a muggle place than in a muggle transportation system, right? So here he was in a muggle taxi going 20 miles per hour when he really wanted to be going at the speed of light.
"How long until we get there?" Draco asked.
"Oh about 8 to 10 minutes."
"Ugh!"
"What's the rush? Young people these days, always in a hurry to get someplace." This driver must be like a hundred years old. Draco thought to himself as he looked crossly out the window.
Ten minutes later Draco slammed the door to the taxi shut, handing the old man muggle money he looked at his surroundings. An old two story house with an attic in a deserted location.
Draco sighed. "Must be it." he fingered his wand in his pocket and made his way toward the door.
A/N: One more chapter left so review!