A/N:: OMG...I am SOOO sorry I haven't updated. I haven't forgotten about the story, but have been debating on whether to just give it up. I'm thinking of starting another one. I also know this chapter is extremely short, but I figured I should give you something to tide you over until I can get Chapter 9 out. you've been waiting so long, and you've eben so patient. The only reason I got this up now is because just recently this story was added to another persons alert list, and I knew I had to add something else. So, I hope this chapter Is alright for now. Again, I know its short!! On with the story!!

Disclaimer:: Again, Don't own. Never will

Chapter 8: The Rescue: Part I

Draco sat on Hermiones bed, for what must have seemed like ages. In all actuality, it was only 30 minutes. Then he realized that he had to get up. He ran to the Slytherin Common Room. He screamed the password and burst in. "BLAISE" he screamed. Blaise came flying down the stairs.

"What, whats wrong?" He asked anxiously. "Its Mya isn't it?" By the look on Draco's face, Blaise knew. "What happened????? Is she hurt??"

Draco handed him the note, slowly uncrumpling it as he did so. Blaise read the words on that paper in slow motion, and sunk onto the nearest chair. Draco walked over to Blasie and sat down next to him, on the floor. He noticed that Blaise had tears rolling down his face. "Blaise, come on, lets get you upstairs. You aren't supposed to cry down here."

"I DON'T CARE!"

"Blaise…come on man, let's get to our common room…it'll be quieter there and we can come up with a plan."

"All right Draco, let's go" They both got up and walked to the Head's Common Room.

Meanwhile…Pansy Parkinson sat laughing, having overheard the entire conversation.

Draco and Blaise had finally reached the portrait and were inside.

"Draco?"

"Yea Blaise?"

"In the note, it said 'You know who I am' who is it?"

"Well….Blaise…it's um…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Draco, who?!?!"

"Pansy Parkinson"

"WHAT?!?!….Then, why don't we go bust her?"

Draco got up and began to pace the room. "Blaise you know its not that easy" he said. "If we just go report her that gives her an ample amount of time to kill or torture or do unthinkable things to Hermione."

Ten minutes later Draco got up. "Alright, I know what we have to do." Blaise sat up straight on the bed, listening to Draco intently. "We have to work along with Parkinsons rules right now. Once she tells us who she is, we will make our move. We will grab her, and make her tell us where Hermione is. If she won't do that, then we will have her take us to her. That's all we can do."

"Alright Draco, I trust you." Blaise said. "So, how do we let Parkinson know we're on board?"

"Leave that little detail, to me."

"Will do buddy, I'm actually afriad of what you might do."

"Haha, very funny Blaise."

"I know."

The next day Pansy woke up to a note on her nightstand. It said 'Fine, I'll do it. Just tell me what I have to do.' She grinned evily, thinking she had Draco eating out of the palm of her hand. Little did she know, that Draco had already turned her plan to his advantage and all that would result is Pansy getting herself hurt.

A/N:: I hope you liked it. I love feedback. So please review. Good Bad, what do I need to change. Keep. Should I just stop this story and start something else. What. You're the people I need to hear from. Thanks.

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