Author's Note!:

Okay….So it has been awhile, please don't hate me! I have plenty of reasons that are actually pretty good reasons why I haven't uploaded that I won't bore you with. I hope you like this chapter. Warning: Characters may be OOC. Let me know if they were too much so please!

Major shout out to 666-HyuugaNeji-999 who was kind enough to beta this for me, she's brilliant. GO check out her story In Loving Memory because I am a little obsessed with it.

Okay, read away!

Chapter 5

"If you don't calm down, Hermione, then the DMLE won't let you stay on the case," Harry tried to reason with me after I stormed into his office about fifteen minutes ago. Neville had just dropped a case file on my desk and it was a pretty big one. I opened it to get a head start before going to start the profile. I didn't get half way down the first page before I saw my name and immediately ran to Harry. No wonder Neville practically threw it at me and then left like he had hellhounds at his heels.

"You want me to calm down even though this sick bastard is killing women in my name? You're mental!" Another woman could die at any moment because I refused to let him have Narcissa. This "Witch Hunter" has definitely not seen the last of my meddling.

"That's exactly what I want you to do. The team in charge of this will be here soon and if they find you emotionally compromised, then they will get themselves another, most likely less qualified, profiler. Malfoy is getting the same talk since he's the curse breaker on the case," he said, appealing to my rational nature. It really sucked sometimes to be able to shut away emotions when they got too troublesome. It made relationships hard. You'll get to work with Draco. The thought came out of nowhere and I fell silent as I processed why the thought made my heart start to pound erratically. This has to be hard on Draco because this is really close to Narcissa. You can't be selfish right now, you owe women to catch this fucker and with Harry and Draco you can do it.

A knock at the door broke her thought process. Harry glanced at her nervously before allowing entrance.

"Harry, did you forget about lunch? I told you that it was important and when you didn't show I got worried," Luna said as she walked in. She paused in the doorway to no doubt take in the scene before her: an exasperated Harry hunched in his desk looking very put upon and a red faced Hermione with her hair almost crackling with her anger. Her magic seemed to take up the entire room with her fury. After Luna absorbed all she needed to know, she started to laugh. It was a laugh full of whimsy that never failed to make Harry smile and fall in love all over again. The way her head was thrown back and slightly tilted in a way so that every laugh made her curls bounce. Her eyes lit up with her joy. He could watch her laugh forever and never get bored.

"Harry, wipe that sappy look off your face, or I might vomit," I interrupted what I'm sure was a very mushy thought train.

Luna just smiled and spoke, "He can be sappy, I don't mind."

Honey, you may not mind, but I do. It hadn't been that long ago, not that long at all, when that sappiness was aimed at me and I couldn't imagine how much I would miss it. And I missed it a great deal.

Suddenly, Luna's words registered in my mind. I had made Harry miss an important lunch with his very beautiful fiancée. I felt awful because he missed it in order to calm me down just so I didn't do something rash enough to cost me my place on the team. He's such a good friend. My problems can wait. "Oh Harry and Luna, I'm so sorry. It's my fault he forgot about lunch. Here, you both go and I'll get out of your hair."

I made a move toward the door when Luna touched my arm. "No, Hermione it would mean so much to me if you could accompany us to lunch. You'll find out soon enough anyway, this way this lunch will be more special if you share it with us."

Harry looked like I felt. "Are you sure you aren't exaggerating, dear? It's just lunch, nothing fancy."

"Trust me Harry, please? Let's go and enjoy what I am sure will be a very enjoyable lunch." She asked with a secretive smile playing on her face. And because Harry could not refuse anything Luna asked of him, we went to lunch at a charming café that was a little off the beaten path. There was really good food and I'm pretty sure I fell in love with the tiramisu.

Seriously, this tiramisu could make me forget about all men and marry it. Nope, that's it, I've decided to marry this dessert and be damned anyone who says otherwise. It's beautiful and delicious, it's all I need in this world to keep me happy and warm on lonely nights. I cou- "Hermione!"

"Huh, what?" Gee Hermione, you always answer so intelligently. Harry and Luna were looking at me expectantly, but all I could do was blink. "Yeah, maybe you should repeat that."

Harry let out a sigh of frustration while Luna patiently repeated her question - if I was ready to find out why this lunch was so important to her - and Harry seemed about to burst at the seams with his eagerness to know. Oh right! I need to answer now. "Yes, of course, I am." At those words I was rewarded with a beaming smile from Luna. Those smiles never failed to make me feel better.

"I tried planning out the perfect way to reveal this to Harry and eventually the rest of the family, but I couldn't think of a way. I decided just to say it. With you here, Hermione, this just makes this feel more… right, "she took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Then in an uncharacteristically Luna move, she held her breath and looked worried. The almost negative emotion didn't look right on her normally serene face. Luna was always the calm one no matter what, the quiet strength, and to see her look so troubled and vulnerable didn't sit right with me.

"Oh! Congratulations, you two! How far along are you?" I managed to squeal out after my momentary shock. She still looked nervous and glanced at Harry, who had yet to respond, before answering me," I'm about six weeks." Harry was still looking at Luna with a shocked expression and seemed to be completely unresponsive. I childishly poked his cheek trying to evoke some sort of action and Luna waved a hand in front of his face. At her small whisper of "Harry?" he seemed to snap out of it, he gave a quiet whoop and quickly captured her lips with his own in a joyful kiss. While they were occupied, I took the time to examine my feelings about this new development. Was I jealous? Was I truly happy? No and yes. Good. Then I truly was over Ron. I could picture serene black haired, blue eyed angels playing with mischievous blonde curly haired, grey eyed devils. Just like that the vision ended, leaving me breathless and confused. Was that a child between Draco and me? This (for lack of a better term) crush I seemed to have developed on him needs to stop, and soon.

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There was a still darkness surrounding him. He was cold, hungry, and in a lot of pain. He couldn't remember how he managed to end up here. In fact, He couldn't remember anything.

Who am I?

There were dull footsteps that made an eerie sound amid all the silence and it made a shiver run up His spine. He could hear a doorknob turn and suddenly a pale light invaded the darkness around Him, but it didn't comfort Him to suddenly be able to see. In those first seconds, He was quickly wishing for the darkness again. He remembered one thing. Light brought pain.

"Oh, look at who is finally awake. Are you ready to play with me again?"

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Draco Malfoy had a very trying day. He was essentially told that he wasn't allowed to feel any anger on this case or else he would be removed from it. How am I supposed to remain calm? Will someone please answer that? A sick fucktard was torturing and killing women because Hermione saved his mother's life. Can't my life ever be simple?

"Drake, you better not be throwing a pity party in there, or I'm going to owl your mother!" A usually welcome, but at this moment annoying, voice sounded through the door. Then the owner of said voice walked through the door and stared down at him. He scowled. I knew I should have hired some bimbo as my secretary.

"Don't you scowl at me!"

He tossed her a sardonic look," You're threatening me with my mother and expecting me to what, smile?" The infuriating woman merely smirked at him. She's lucky she's practically family.

"I expect you to act your age, act like a Malfoy, and face what's happening with pride and confidence. You feel personally victimized and last I checked, Narcissa was the one that was attacked. Hermione is also close to this case, but I can guarantee that she is going to keep her cool and not try to make this about her. Can you say the same?" She spoke and her words set his teeth on edge. I fucking hate when she is right. Why were the women he knew always right? Mother, Pansy, Lyra, and…Hermione. No, scratch that. Granger shouldn't register in the women in his life, he hardly knew the woman. All he knew was that she was smart, ambitious, stubborn, a know it all, and heartbreakingly beautiful. Wait, not that last one. Maybe. Possibly. Fuck it, he'll keep that one.

"DRACO! Are you listening to me?!"

"Huh?"

"Your grasp of the English language and extensive vocabulary never cease to amaze me."

"Shut your trap, Lyra. I don't need your sass right now."

"But you'll gladly take sass from Hermione, right?"

Draco sputtered at the last one in indignation. "What nonsense are you on about? Granger has nothing to do with anything!"

She smiled knowingly. "Doesn't she?" And before Draco could say anything more, Lyra was already out the door with an arrogant sway in her hips and a laugh echoing in his room that really grated on his nerves.

I really need to get a less intelligent and less meddlesome secretary. Especially, one with no friendship with Hermione Granger.